Lush (The King Cousins Book 1) (The King Brothers 4)

by K. D. Elizabeth

  A second later, she leans back and says, “Get on the ground.”

  “Why?” I grunt.

  She grins. “Because I’m going to ride you. Got the hat and everything.”

  I groan, letting her slide back down my body. Jude pushes me until I relent, stretching out on the ground below the tree. Sun streaks down through the branches, streaming across our bodies. She’s so beautiful I can hardly breathe. All I want to do is slide my arms under my head and watch as she has her way with me.

  So I do it.

  Once I’m lying down, the grass tickling my back, Jude straddles me. My cock bobs against her, already painfully stiff. She smiles, then takes it in her hand and leisurely strokes up and down. My breath whistles through my gritted teeth. I fight back the urge to take her senselessly, so ready for her I could burst.

  Jude rubs her thumb against my head, her eyes blazing as she stares at me. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I grit.

  “Shall I stroke harder?”

  “Hell, yes,” I groan.

  She laughs softly, then works me harder. Her thighs grip mine as she strokes me, our bodies sliding against each other as I helplessly start to rock under her hand.

  Unable to resist touching her, I remove my arms from under my head and reach out to fondle her breasts. Jude moans in appreciation, smiling at me, a smile that turns to a gasp as I pinch her nipples. She adds her other hand to my shaft, hands stroking me in time with my own.

  Suddenly, Jude releases me and then slides my cock between the folds of her pussy. She’s already drenched, her body trembling as she grinds up and down against me.

  “Fuck,” I snarl, hands dropping to grab her hips and slide her more firmly along my cock.

  “Do you have a condom?” she pants.

  I freeze, then swear viciously. She gapes at me. “You don’t have one? Seriously? What’s with you and condoms?”

  My eyes slam shut, my face twisting as I keep rocking against her. “I hadn’t exactly planned to seduce you in the middle of an orchard.”

  “Poor decision-making skills you have,” she groans. “But … well …”

  “Well, what?” I say through my teeth, watching through slitted eyes as her body slides up … up … almost … Christ, just a little higher and she’d—

  “Well, we both know we’re clean. And you already know I’m on the pill, so …” she says softly.

  My eyes fly open and snap to hers. “So you’re going to let me come inside you?” I say incredulously.

  Jude rocks against my shaft again, expression dazed. “Uh huh. Yeah, I think I am.”

  And then she lifts up and then slowly takes me inside, sliding down inch by mind-blowing inch.

  “Fuck me,” I groan, hands clutching her ass to steady her, to steady myself, so I don’t jerk up into her and instantly explode like a teenage boy.

  Her hands land on my chest, nails scraping my pecs as she lifts up almost all the way off me before sinking back down, her hips circling as she works me deep inside her.

  “Fuuuck me,” I repeat, head thrown back against the grass. My eyes close again. I can’t even look at her. If I do, if I see that wicked expression smirking down at me as she keeps deliberately squeezing me with her inner muscles, I’m going to absolutely fucking lose it.

  And I don’t want this ending anytime soon. Or ever, really.

  “Oh, I definitely plan to fuck you,” she says, hips slowly circling. I groan, bracing my feet against the grass so I can thrust up into her.

  But she doesn’t allow it, just completely stops moving. When my eyes open in confusion, she shakes her finger at me.

  “You don’t get to move unless I say you can,” she says.

  I groan. “Jude …”

  She reaches up, tipping the brim of her hat in a salute like she’s some cowboy in the Old West. “That’s ‘Miss Shaw’ to you.”

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I pant, eyes rolling back in my head. She’s incandescent, the bright light streaming across every inch of her, lighting her up like my own personal sun. My entire body is on fire, the sunshine kissing my body warming me through. I can’t breathe, don’t dare move. Can’t even formulate a proper thought.

  My control hangs by the barest thread; the slightest provocation is going to turn me into a complete animal. I will fuck her like it’s my sole reason for existing. There will be no room for niceties. And then this little game we’re playing will come to a swift, brutal end.

  “Look at me.”

  My eyes snap open, and I stare at her through a haze of uncontrollable need. She draws me out of her and then slides back down. She does it again, faster. I watch, mesmerized, as my cock enters her, over and over, so steadily, always the same pace, never fast enough. Never fast and hard like I suddenly need it. Like I’m out of my mind for it.

  “My, my, Mr. King. You’re shaking. Do you need to move?”

  “Yes,” I pant, hands uselessly trying to guide her faster up and down my shaft. “Yes, fuck. I need it.”

  “Beg for it,” she orders, grinning down at me wickedly.

  I could love this woman.

  My eyes widen in shock. A startled shout tears from my throat as she bears down on me yet again. Fuck, I could love her. I don’t, but I could, and the knowledge scares me.

  But what’s even more terrifying is that I don’t give a shit right now. I don’t even care. All I need is for her to put me out of my misery.

  “Fuck, yes,” I groan, hands digging into her hips so hard I’m going to leave bruises. “Please, Jude. I’m begging you. Make me come, sweetheart.”

  Jude leans down, taking my mouth with hers. Her tongue sweeps inside, stroking in time with her hips as she rides me. The brim of her hat caresses my forehead, blocking out all light until the entire world is just Jude, just Jude and me and how much I want her, need her around me, holding me like only a woman can hold a man.

  She jerks her hat off, tossing it aside as she nibbles her way up to my ear and then says, “Take me.”

  I lose it. In an instant, we’ve switched positions. And then I’m fucking her, thrusting into her over and over with a savage need I’ve never felt before for another woman. My hands stroke every inch of her in desperation, trying to feel all of her simultaneously and still not getting enough. Our mouths slide together, our kisses so hard, so passionate, our teeth clack together, and I can no longer breathe, my mind a haze of insatiable lust.

  She moans into my mouth, then moans louder. I lick down the column of her throat, nipping and sucking the taste of sunshine from her skin. Jude’s cries echo out across the orchard until she’s begging me to end it, pleading with me to make her come.

  But I’m so far gone that any finesse has left me. All I can do is plunge into her, over and over, grinding against her spot that begs for friction, my hips bucking wildly. I’m an animal, taking his mate with no capacity for civility or reason.

  And just before the end, just as she begins to squeeze me and my balls tighten so hard I know I have mere seconds left, I tear my mouth from her body and pull back. Just so I can see her face. Just so I can stare down into those incredible blue eyes as they flash in final ecstasy.

  She stares back wide-eyed. An undefinable emotion passes between us, recognized and answered in the depths of our very souls. My name escapes her lips in an awed prayer.

  And then she explodes, writhing beneath me, clutching me to her chest as she cries out. I follow, releasing deep inside her with such force my entire body bows from the power of it. My hips thrust once, then one final time before I collapse on top of her, both of us gasping for air.

  I bury my face in her neck, kissing her softly and whispering her name. I’ve just thoroughly fucked her.

  But the last thing I feel is silly.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jude

  Nate and I drift for an interminable moment while we catch our breaths. He’s still on top of me—still inside me—but I wouldn’t dream of him moving.
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  This is no longer a simple hookup. Until now, it’s been hot, but not particularly deep, each of us constantly trying to one-up the other in bed.

  But not this time. This time felt like we worked together to give us both pleasure, instead of competing to see who can give more to the other. And I know, I know, that something passed between us in that final moment, when his head suddenly whipped up and he stared at me in shock and raw possessiveness.

  Good grief, Nathan King’s an attractive man. The boy can screw, that’s for sure. He’s just barely finished completely wringing me out, but the longer he stays stretched out on top of me, the more my body stirs for another round. He’s going to make me insatiable for him.

  I slide a hand through his hair, fingers tangling in the curly strands. Nate sighs and kisses my neck, his eyes closed. After our exertion and the heat of the sun, our bodies have begun to sweat in the sticky heat. Soon it’ll be uncomfortable, but for now I’m content to just drift along with him, as the sun tracks across the sky and the shade cast by the branches slowly moves over us.

  A smarter woman would be trying to determine what’s just happened between us, but I really can’t bring myself to care. The only thing more surprising than the emotion we just shared is the peace that followed it.

  For the first time in maybe forever, I feel less alone.

  I could get used to this sense of belonging. I’ve been shoving my loneliness deep down in my hardened heart for so long I nearly forgot it existed.

  But this time in Ovid, watching Nate with his brothers, has reminded me of what I once had with my own brother. Nate has his own tightly-knit community here, with his family of course but also with everyone else in town. They look up to him, respect him, even though he’s constantly fooling around.

  Some secret part of me wonders if I might find a place to belong in Ovid, too.

  “Nathan!”

  Nate stiffens on top of me. I freeze, trying to peer over his shoulder but his body blocks me from the view of whoever’s just come upon us.

  “I brought you here to help me, not fuck some woman!”

  “Turn around!” Nate snarls over his shoulder. “Don’t look at her!”

  “Fucking ingrate,” the person growls.

  Nathan rolls off me, swearing as he climbs to his feet. It’s Axel. I wince; the guy’s having a hard enough time of it. We didn’t need to make matters worse by so blissfully underscoring how much he’s screwed up with Andrea.

  Judging by his stiff shoulders and the way he rakes a hand through his hair, I suspect the real reason he’s upset might be jealousy or even regret over his own behavior, rather than that he caught us slacking off. He stands with his back to us, staring down at the ground, his arms folded over his chest. He practically taps his foot with impatience.

  Nathan doesn’t notice any of this, though. He drags his briefs and then his jeans up his legs, glaring at his brother’s back the whole time. I quietly begin putting on my own clothes.

  “You better not have seen anything,” Nathan snaps.

  “I wasn’t watching you two screw, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Yikes. That’s going to go over well. As I hook my bra back on, I glance over at Nate, and sure enough, he’s steaming mad. “I swear to God I’ll make your life a living hell if you breathe a word of this to anyone. I won’t allow Jude to be made a spectacle of.”

  Axel’s shoulders droop just the slightest. “I’m not going to do that, Nathan.”

  And maybe I’m imagining it, but I could swear Axel’s hurt by the accusation. From what Nate and his brothers told me that night in the bar, Axel’s the surly one in the family. But even so, if he cares about his brothers just a tenth as much as I cared about mine, I doubt he’d ever spread gossip about one of their girlfriends.

  Not that that’s what I am. Obviously. But I am sleeping with him. So for all intents and purposes, it’s the same thing.

  Nathan’s too far gone to see reason, though. He’s too busy trying to defend my honor from a dragon that doesn’t exist. The thought is nice, if unnecessary in this situation.

  But I don’t want to come between two siblings. What I wouldn’t give to still have one myself.

  Pulling the last of my clothes on, I gently place a hand on Nathan’s shoulder just as he opens his mouth to lay into him again. He glances at me, still seething, and I shake my head slightly. Jaw popping, he jerks his soiled shirt over his head and drags his arms through the holes.

  Only then does he turn back to Axel and mutter, “We’re decent now.”

  Axel turns back around. His gaze flicks from his brother to me, then settles back on Nathan.

  Before he can open his mouth, Nate says, “Apologize to her.”

  “For what? I didn’t do anything.”

  Nathan folds his arms over his chest and glares at him. I resist the urge to laugh. Axel’s face is so genuinely confused, it’s ridiculous.

  Axel studies Nate as if verifying he’s serious. His eyes widen, but then roll. Turning to me, he says, “I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I didn’t see anything.”

  “No worries,” I say.

  “Yeah, you better mean it,” Nathan mutters.

  Axel’s face darkens. “Yeah. I didn’t see anything except your naked scrawny ass, Nate. Those boxing workouts are doing nothing for you. Do some work like a real man, and maybe you won’t be so puny.”

  So that’s why Nathan has such an incredible body. What I wouldn’t give to witness those workouts.

  Feeling my gaze trailing down his body, Nathan winks at me then sneers at Axel, “You would only be so lucky to have this body, big bro. And all bartenders should know how to box if they’re going to break up bar fights.”

  Axel rolls his eyes again. “Whatever. If you’ve finished being an asshole, can we discuss my farm now? You know, the enterprise that pays you a nice fat check every quarter?”

  “I’ll just go pick some peaches,” I say quickly, stooping to grab my bucket. This is surely a private conversation. It’s not right for me to listen to it, and I won’t make the situation worse by sticking around so that Axel has to ask me to leave.

  I make it two steps before an arm snakes around my waist.

  “Where are you going?” Nathan says into my hair.

  “Um …” I say, staring at Axel.

  He sighs the most put-upon sigh I’ve ever heard. “You can stay,” he huffs, waving at me irritatedly.

  “Careful,” Nathan snaps.

  “Oh, stop,” I say, elbowing him. “Can’t you see he doesn’t mean anything by it? You’re overreacting.”

  “No, I’m not,” says Nathan sulkily.

  I will never understand men.

  “Thank you,” Axel says to me. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

  That would be the incredible sex, I think but refrain from saying. The poor man looks about at his wits end.

  “What do you want?” Nathan says impatiently.

  “I don’t know what to do about Andrea.”

  Nate blinks. Well, hell. Even I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, obviously I knew that’s what the problem was, but, yeah, I didn’t think Axel would actually admit to it. Men don’t exactly go around admitting when they’ve screwed up their relationships.

  “Without her around, I have no way to do the farm’s books.”

  Aaaaand nevermind.

  “Why don’t you get Andr—”

  “Because she refuses to take my calls, is why!” Axel snaps, raking a hand through his hair again. “She won’t answer me, and the month-end close is only a week away. People need to get paid. I need to get an emergency loan from that dick, Lipton, if we’re going to make it through the end of the year. You know I can’t do math for shit. Don’t you have an accountant for the bar?”

  “I do,” says Nathan slowly. “But maybe you should talk to Rory instead? Her accountant would be better suited to it, since she had her own peach farm before she sold it to you.”


  “Yeah, except that Jackson’s forbidden her to give me the accountant’s info. He says I need to fix my shit with Andrea, since I was a dumb fuck and messed it up with her—his words, mind you. The bastard.”

  Nathan winces. “You’re not stupid, Axel.”

  Axel glares at him. “No, I just have a fucking learning disability that makes this situation fucking impossible. Now, are you going to give me your accountant or what? Are you going to help me, or shall I start cold-calling people?”

  Nathan pales. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you. I don’t have the info on me, though. Can it wait until I get back to the bar?”

  “Fine,” Axel grunts. “At least you’ll help me.”

  “I still think you should talk to—”

  “Don’t you start, too,” Axel growls, jabbing a finger at Nathan. “I’ve got enough shit to deal with right now.”

  Without another word, he stalks off, muttering to himself. Nate and I watch him go. When he’s finally disappeared through the trees, Nate sighs and shakes his head.

  “Well, that was intense,” I say.

  “Yeah,” he says softly.

  “Are you okay?”

  He looks at me. “Yeah. I’m fine. Axel just gets frustrated sometimes and I hate when that happens. He’s got dyscalculia, which is like dyslexia, only with numbers. It makes it hard to run a business. Andrea’s been wonderful for him because of that. She doesn’t take his shit, but she also doesn’t pity him or jerk him around. Doesn’t talk down to him, things like that.

  “The rest of us have been waiting for him to figure out that she’s perfect for him. That’s why Noah and I hatched that plan to make him jealous, you know. It worked, that’s for damn sure. But then the Howard situation happened and the fire and he caught her talking with Howard about returning. That must have been one bridge too far, because he blamed her for everything, which really was stupid of him, learning disability or not.

  “There must be something more going on here that he hasn’t told any of us about, because he actually seems a little betrayed, which makes no sense. Those two need a nice long discussion to clear the air. But he’s got such a great pride that he’d rather suffer in silence than knock on her door and beg her forgiveness.”