The King Brothers- The Complete Series

by G. Bailey

  When we are in the car, Allie says loudly, "What a crazy-ass bitch!"

  I laugh with her.

  "That is true, but I knew he was a player who has history. So it's not surprising I have to deal with girls like that sometimes.” I shrug.

  "Well, not alone, you don't. I will find a boy sometime, and I'll need a King to help keep the ex’s away." She winks at me, and I know I have a friend for life with Allie.

  "You’re an awesome friend, you know that?" I say with a grin.

  "Duh, I'm awesome in general, didn't you realise?" She laughs as she pulls out of the school car park. It doesn't take long for us to reach her cottage.

  We walk in and go straight through to the kitchen.

  "Want a drink?" she asks, opening the large black fridge.

  "Sure," I reply, glancing around the mainly black and white kitchen, it doesn’t suit the old cottage and feels like someone chose it out of a magazine. The kitchen is very clean, like no one ever uses it, but doesn't have any family pictures that I can see.

  "Are your mum and dad at work?" I ask as I accept lemonade from Allie.

  "No. Mum is currently living in New York with husband number five, and dad travels a lot for work, but he, at least, comes back sometimes. I haven't seen my mum since I was thirteen. I only know about her marriages from Facebook," she says this like a random fact and with no emotion. I know not to ask too many questions on the touchy subject.

  "I'm sorry for that." I smile at her.

  "It's cool. I think it affected Tris more as he hates our dad. Tris won’t ever speak about our mum.” She sighs, leaning against a white counter.

  “Have you asked him about why he hates your dad?” I ask.

  “He just won't speak to me about him, but Lily speaks to him sometimes. He tells her a lot, and she says he is all right, just needs time," she finishes and takes a drink of her coke.

  "Lily and Tris are close then?" I ask.

  "Yeah, and she is more his friend than mine. They have been friends for years. I always thought they would end up together, but, you know, Elliot was there." She says this with a touch of anger and sadness clouding her face. I don't know what that is about, but I decide to move away from uncomfortable subjects.

  "So, are you interested in anyone?" I ask.

  "Not really. But I can look tonight." She winks at me as she continues talking, "Come on; let’s get upstairs. I'm dying to dress you up like my own personal Barbie, and when you look hotter, we can send a picture of you to Blake to tease him." She laughs, and we run up the stairs.

  I laugh with her. This is a good idea. One hour later, my hair is all curled down my back, and my eyes have that smoky look. I'm wearing a way-too-tight, black, wrap dress that barely covers my ass. Overall, I think I look okay, and Allie looks amazing. Her blond hair is also done in curls. She has on blue eye makeup and a striking dark-blue dress, which is basically as short as mine, with long sleeves and a lace back.

  "Picture time, give me your most sexy face."

  I pull what I hope is a sexy face, and Allie takes a few pictures. We decide on one that looks good, and I message it to Blake. I get a reply almost instantly:

  Sexiest man alive: you’re killing me, actually killing me. You look so fucking sexy in that pic. I need to see you tonight x

  me: that's not going to work, girls’ night. X

  Him: I have a plan ;) see you soon, beauty. I'm going to make you pay for teasing me x

  I laugh and put the phone down on the desk near me.

  I look up to see Allie smiling at me. "He liked it then?"

  "You could say that." I giggle.

  "So, details, what is he like in bed?" she asks, putting on some blusher.

  "I've only been with him, so I can't compare, but he was mind-blowing. I swear I nearly black out every time." I blush thinking of my times with Blake.

  "Wow, I’ve never had that. My first was some stupid college kid. It was over in three minutes, and I haven't bothered since," she says, shrugging her shoulder.

  "That doesn't sound good. I guess I was lucky my first wasn't bad in bed." I smile at her, picking up my drink.

  "True. I’ll find Mr. Right eventually, but until then, my vibrator and I are good friends." she chuckles.

  I nearly choke on my lemonade as she says that. I laugh as I cough, and she laughs with me.

  "Let's go out," Allie says, and we call a cab.

  The bar in the next town is packed as we enter, and I'm surprised as it’s a Thursday, but Allie tells me it’s two for one, so it tends to get busier. It’s right next to the university I’ve applied for, so it’s full of university-age students.

  It takes us a while to make our way to the bar, as it’s packed with people, but eventually Allie orders six tequila shots, and I order an archers and coke. I’m surprised I’m not asked for I.D. when we pay, but Allie says they never ask anyone here. We take our drinks to a small table with two leather stools.

  "Right, shots, and then you drink that and we dance." She leans over the table to shout/whisper with the loud music. I don’t want to ruin her mood by explaining my lack of dance skills, so I stay quiet.

  Allie holds up her shot glass for a toast. "To new, amazing friends!" She shouts over the music, and we both clink our shots together then drink them.

  By the third shot, and my own drink finished, I'm pretty tipsy. Allie is a lightweight and very drunk as she eyes up a lad near the bar before dragging me to the loud dance floor.

  I'm dancing–badly–with Allie, laughing, when large, familiar hands grab my hips, and I'm pulled against a body.

  I go to pull away when I hear, “It’s only me, beauty.”

  I relax as we dance together. My body fits his perfectly as I guide my hips to the music with his hands drifting down my sides. I have no idea if I look sexy or like a dancing penguin flapping around, but, for some reason, I don’t care when Blake’s hands are on me.

  I look over and see Allie has found a random guy, and they are making out and dancing, so I know she is all right for a bit.

  "You’re coming with me," he whispers into my ear and takes my hand.

  I don't reply, just follow him as he passes the toilets and opens a random door, like he knew it would be here. I don’t want to know how he knew it would be open, but all thoughts of that are replaced by the urge to be alone with him. It’s a cleaning room with boxes on the one side, and that is all I see before the door is shut and the room goes dark.

  Blake locks the door and pulls me up to him in a passionate kiss that makes my toes curl, making me wet instantly.

  "I wanted to tease you, but I want you so bad I can't wait," is all the warning I get before my dress is pulled up to my waist and Blake pulls me up against him as he presses me into the wall.

  His hand slides between my legs and moves my thong to one side as he quickly inserts a finger, and I moan into his mouth.

  "So wet for me, baby," he says in a whisper as he starts to fuck me with his fingers. Just as I'm about to come, he pulls his fingers out, and then he undoes his jeans and pulls himself out. Blake pulls a condom from his pocket, opens it, and slides it on quickly, and then he pushes into me in one long stroke, making me cry out in pleasure.

  He growls my name as he moves at a crazy pace, and, too soon, I can’t stop myself as waves of pleasure flow through me as I scream his name, and he finishes with me.

  He rests his forehead on mine while we calm our breathing.

  Blake eventually pulls out of me and puts the condom in a useful bin nearby.

  "Beauty, you look so hot tonight. Let's find your friend, and I can take you home, if you want." He smiles at me as he smooths down my hair.

  "That would be good, as I'm pretty sure I want to do that again soon."

  His eyes darken, and even in the dark room, I can see the warning. "Don't look at me like that or we won't leave this room." He sighs.

  I laugh before sorting my dress and panties out, I run my fingers through my hair to make s
ure it’s not too bad, even I can’t stop the back of my hair looking like a bird’s nest after being fucked up against a door. Not that I'll ever complain about that.

  Blake opens the door, and, thankfully, there isn't anyone around as we sneak out. I find Allie at the bar, and the guy she was with is gone while she is drinking another drink.

  "Hey, bestie," I say and wrap my arms around her as I giggle. Yes, I'm maybe a little more than tipsy and on an orgasm high.

  "Eww, you smell of sex. I love you, bestie, but nope,” Allie says with a smirk and pushes me away.

  "Love you, too," I say and place a big kiss on her cheek as she laughs with me. I look up at Blake next to me to find him smiling at us both and shaking his head.

  "Are you ready to go home?" Blake asks us both.

  "Yes. Mr. Mind-Blowing Sex Man," Allie says, and Blake laughs as my face goes red.

  "So, do you know any other guys that have your magic powers?" Allie asks with a straight face.

  Blake looks at her with a massive grin as he says, "Elliot?"

  Allie’s face turns into a disgusted look, and she glares at him.

  "Let's go home," Blake says with a laugh, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I'm a little lost about this conversation and too tipsy to care.

  We slide into Blake’s car, which is parked just outside. Allie’s phone goes off, she answers it and has a hushed conversation with someone as Blake drives. When she puts the phone down, Allie asks, "Hey, can I stay at your house tonight, Izzy? My dad is back, and I don't want him to see me like this."

  "Yeah, sure," I say and look back at Blake, who has tension written all over him and a frown on his face. I touch his arm to get his attention. "You okay?" I ask gently.

  He seems to snap out of it and smiles at me. "Yes, I’ll drop you off, and we will have to do our plans tomorrow." He winks at me as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.

  We arrive home soon enough. Blake kisses me gently and tells me to drink a glass of water before bed. I giggle at him for his over-protectiveness before waving bye.

  “Let’s get some food,” Allie whispers when I’ve locked the front door, and I giggle as I nod. We both tip toe into the kitchen like ninjas and find cupcakes in the fridge. We both sit at the counter and eat them.

  “I found a phone.” Allie holds up an iPhone and laughs as she messes with it. After a while, she puts it down and we walk out of the kitchen giggling.

  “Whose phone was that?” I ask as we crawl up the stairs.

  “Don’t know.” She laughs.

  Allie crashes in my bed when we get into my room, and I do the same, just chucking off my shoes. I pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

  22

  Izzy

  Why is it so bright? I lift my head, and that hurts as much as the light. Blinking a few times, I realise I'm in my bed with Allie, who is softly snoring. I climb out of bed and grab a hoodie, a blue tunic dress, and leggings before heading into the shower. When I'm clean, I walk back into my room with my head killing me, and Allie is just waking up. I don’t remember much of the night, other than dancing and mind-blowing sex. Did Allie really tell Blake I said that? I don’t know.

  "Morning, sleepyhead," I say and smile at her.

  "No noise, it hurts," she says with a yawn, and I giggle at her.

  "I left towels and some of my clothes in the bathroom for you. I think we are the same size. There is an unopened toothbrush under the counter."

  "Thanks, bestie," she says, and I laugh, remembering calling her that. I had such a fun night with Allie, and then I remember the rest of the night as a blush rises up my neck.

  "So, how was the hot sex last night?" Allie asks with a mischievous smile, as if she can read my mind.

  "Epic, and damn, I'm addicted to him." I groan, looking up at the ceiling.

  "You love him, is what you mean."

  I look at her confused. "I think so, maybe? I’ve never been in love before so it’s confusing," I say, as I'm not sure if my feelings for him are real or more lust. Yes, I want to spend every moment with him, but is that love? He makes me laugh, and my chest actually hurts when I think about how much I care for him. I can't think of a life without Blake in it.

  I love all the things he does and who he is. I love him. I actually love him.

  I stand there looking at Allie, and a smile lights up my face. It’s not lust because if it was I wouldn’t care. Lust demands to be given into, and love builds over time until you can’t walk away.

  "He loves you too, you know," she whispers to me as she walks into the bathroom.

  "I'm going to make breakfast so come down when you want," I shout through the door.

  I hear a muffled, "Shush, okay," which makes me laugh.

  I walk into the kitchen, still feeling my head banging, and all the boys are there eating bacon, eggs, and toast, by the looks of it. My mouth waters, and I make two plates of food for me and Allie. I sit down after pouring two orange juices.

  "Are you having two meals today, sis?" Sebastian looks at the table with a confused look.

  "Oh, it’s not for me, my friend is coming down soon," I say, and they all go quiet, which I think is odd. I ignore them and start eating.

  "Who is upstairs? Are we finally going to get to meet this prick?" Sebastian asks, and I frown at him. He clearly means the guy they know I’m dating. They don’t know its Blake yet, and I’m worried about his attitude already.

  I'm about to answer when Allie comes in and sits in the seat I left for her. "Wow, perfect hangover food, which one of you cooks?" she asks and starts eating.

  "Me, I’ll cook for you anytime." Luke winks at Allie, and she laughs at the playful flirting.

  "You’re both hung-over, what did you two do last night?" Elliot asks in a stern voice, and I'm shocked as he rarely joins conversations when I'm near.

  "We went to a bar and made friends with tequila," Allie says, like it’s no big deal. The rest of the room is silently waiting for Elliot’s reply. I’m a little confused about the amount of tension that’s going on between Allie and Elliot as they stare at each other.

  "Right, well I had guessed you’d be the bad influence on Izzy." Elliot glares at Allie.

  She glares back. "Maybe you just need to lighten up, cookie."

  "Maybe you just need to leave and stop with the fucking nickname."

  "You’re such a dickhead, cookie," Allie emphasises the nickname, drawing it out as Elliot’s anger rises.

  "Well, you’re a crazy bitch," he finally says.

  "Fuck’s sake, stop this. It's too damn early," Harley says. I look over at Allie and Elliot as they both stare at each other in anger, neither of them willing to back down.

  ‘My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like…’

  A phone starts ringing, and we all look around in silent confusion as Elliot pulls his phone out of his pocket and cancels the call, stopping the music. The end of the night comes rushing back to me as I stare wide-eyed at Allie, and we both burst into laughter.

  “Dude, I didn’t know you liked that song,” Luke says, laughing his head off with Harley and Seb.

  “Which one of you did it?” Elliot glares at both me and Allie.

  Allie holds her hand up. “Totally didn’t know it was your phone, but I’m not sorry.” She laughs as he glares at her.

  "I'm going out," Elliot says angrily and glares at Allie one more time before leaving. We soon hear the door slam.

  It's quiet for a while before Sebastian says, "If you two just fucked and got rid of the tension, I bet you could be friends."

  I choke on my bacon and cough it back up as Allie hits my back, and Luke lets out a massive laugh.

  “I’m leaving this conversation,” Harley says and walks out with a bottle of water.

  "I wouldn't ever sleep with him," Allie says tensely and drinks her orange juice.

  "I bet you will," Sebastian says with a challenge.

  "What do you want to bet?" she answers,
raising an eyebrow.

  "If you sleep with Elliot in the next two years, you’ll have to bake me a cake every week for a month, and if you win, I’ll give you my car."

  I look, shocked, at Sebastian. He must be mad, or he is sure something will happen, which would mean he isn’t risking his car. Sebastian wouldn't even let me drive it. Luke shares a confident look with Sebastian before winking at me.

  "Deal," she says with a smirk, and Sebastian laughs, offering his hand out for her to shake. They shake, and he looks very damn happy.

  “Why would you want her to make you cakes?” I ask.

  “It’s because she is amazing at baking. Every year at school, she brings cakes to the bake sale, and I always buy all of them. They are awesome.” He grins with a far-off, loving look.

  “They’re not that good,” Allie mutters, and Sebastian laughs.

  “They really are, and I got this bastard to let me have one once.” Luke nods his head.

  "I have a date, so I’ll see you guys later," Luke says, patting my shoulder as he walks past and leaves.

  "Do you want a lift home, Allie? I'm going to the gym and it's on the way," Sebastian says, putting his empty plate near the sink.

  "That would be great," Allie says, handing Sebastian her empty plate, and I give him mine not long after.

  "How do you know where she lives?" I ask in confusion.

  "I've stayed over sometimes with Tris. We used to be mates," he says vaguely.

  "Used to be?" I ask.

  "Yeah, used to be. I’ll be ready in ten minutes, Allie." He washes up the plates and leaves.

  In my room, Allie packs her dress, and the one I borrowed, as I sit on the bed.

  "I think you should tell them," Allie says randomly in a hushed tone as I stop checking my social accounts on my phone.

  "Tell them what?" I ask quietly.

  "About Blake." She rolls her eyes.

  "I will, but not yet. They will go mad, Allie,” I say.

  "It's better than them worrying you’re dating some jerk, I heard what Sebastian said. They must be worried about who you are involved with."

  I grimace at her as I know she is right. "I get that, but I want this to work with me and him. It won't if we have too much pressure early on."