Boys of King Academy

by Rose, Louise

  “Good.” Archer nods. “So it looks like we’re in the clear. Now that that’s settled, fancy a coffee? Or something else?”

  He looks me meaningfully in the eyes and I catch my breath. Even though it has only been a few hours since I’d slept with him and Romy, I can’t get enough of him. Of any of my boys.

  He cups my cheek in his hand, tenderly stroking it with his thumb. “How about that coffee then?”

  “Are you kidding me? Kiss me, Archer.”

  He doesn’t need telling twice. He leans forward, his lips meeting mine. I close my eyes, my knees weak as I sink into his kiss. We fit together so perfectly, our bodies made for each other.

  Archer rains kisses all over my face, on my nose, my cheeks, my lips, delicate little butterflies that drive me wild as he makes his way down to my neck. He nibbles and licks, an erotic mix of titillation and tickling that makes my whole body tense with anticipation.

  “Archer…” I groan, as Archer reaches down to pull my T-shirt over my head. I’m glad I hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning.

  “It says you didn’t want to come,” he says, tossing it to one side. “Are you sure about that?”

  “What do you think?” I sigh as Archer runs his hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples to make them erect.

  We tumble down onto the couch together, literally falling into each other’s arms. I love the feel of his bare chest against me, our hands exploring each other, our legs intertwined. I can feel the bulge of Archer’s erection against my thigh, promising delights yet to come.

  I fumble at the zipper of my jeans and Archer helps me pull them off. Whipping off his PJ bottoms, we are naked in record time, desperate to be together.

  I lay back on the couch, legs wide. His mouth meets mine and his hand is between my legs, the movement of his tongue mirroring the movement of his fingers as he plays with my clit. I am soaking wet, ready to take his cock inside me, but he’s so skilled at touching me. I want this to go on forever.

  My nails dig into his skin as I feel my body edging closer and closer to orgasm. I cry out as he finally tips me over the edge, but he isn’t done. My body is still trembling with the force of my orgasm as he slams into me, his cock easily sliding in.

  The soft cushions of the couch cradle me as he nuzzles my neck, his hips grinding against mine. I feel so safe, so loved in his arms. If I could stay in this moment, enjoying him possessing me for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy woman. Archer knows exactly how to please a woman and he’s proven his devotion to me time and again with the way he makes me feel.

  His movements slow and he kisses me on the lips. “Do you want to try something else?” he asks.

  I nod, too lost in pleasure to speak.

  Archer pulls himself off me and helps me up. He sits on the couch and turns me so that my back is to him. He grips my hips and guides me back down onto his cock so I am sitting on him, facing away. Then, instead of thrusting into me, he moves my hips so that I’m grinding against him. He’s balls deep in me, stretching me further than I ever thought possible. His balls rub against my clit, echoing the way he made me come with his fingers.

  I grip his thighs with my hands, my nails scratching him hard enough to draw blood, but Archer doesn’t care. He is so focused on keeping this going for as long as possible, wanting to make me come a second time.

  And it isn’t long before he achieves his goal.

  The feel of my breasts bouncing with every movement, the knowledge I am completely in control, the sensation of his balls massaging against me all combine to push me over the edge. I cry out in pleasure as Archer finally allows himself to thrust up into me, a few strokes is all it takes to join me in the ultimate erotic experience.

  Our movements slow, and I look over my shoulder at Archer, still panting. “That was just what I needed,” I tell him.

  “You and me both.” He grins, running a finger down my spine. My body is so sensitive, it makes me shudder. “So, do you want that coffee now?”

  “Sure. Do you mind if I quickly use your shower while you make it?”

  “You know where it is.”

  I smile as I clean myself, thinking about the last time I’d been in this shower. Archer and Romy had made sure I was thoroughly cleaned. I’ve never had a threesome before and maybe never would again, but that’s a memory I’ll always treasure. It was probably thanks to the champagne that the three of us had wound up in bed together. There’s no way the guys would have done that if they were completely sober.

  Only we’d all come on bikes. They weren’t that drunk…

  I wonder whether Declan would ever be interested in doing something like that. It never ceases to amaze me how different men were in bed. Declan is the least confident of my lovers, but he has nothing to worry about. There is nothing wrong with his technique and he cares so much about making me happy, I am always guaranteed a good time with him. Imagine Declan joining in with Archer and Romy…

  Enough, Ivy! I shake my head, trying not to be so greedy. I know the time is fast approaching when I’ll have to choose one of the guys over the other. I can’t continue to juggle them like this. Once I manage to get my marriage annulled, I’ll have to pick one, and the thought breaks my heart, but it’s the fair thing to do.

  I am just going to have to make the most of the three of them while I still can.

  I return downstairs, towel drying my hair. Archer is sitting at the dining table, two steaming mugs of coffee in front of him as well as a plate filled with pastries.

  “Help yourself,” he says as I sit down next to him. “Unless you fancy going downstairs to watch a movie? I’ve got a preview copy of the latest Liam Hemsworth film. It’s an action adventure where he’s having to race round the world solving a puzzle to save the life of his girlfriend.”

  “Sounds awesome, but I need to see Milly,” I tell him. “I’d love to hang out with you, but Ally came to me with an interesting proposal last night and I want to discuss it with Mills.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Archer raises an eyebrow. “Sounds intriguing.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s Ally, so I don’t know if I can trust her, but I figured I could run it past Milly and see what she thinks. I mean, she’s had to deal with Ally for years. If anyone knows whether it’s worth making a deal with her or not, it’ll be Mills.”

  “After the way Ally’s treated Milly, I think I can predict what the answer will be,” Archer says.

  “Me too,” I agree, “but I still want to talk about it with her. Besides, I told Lucas I was coming here to see her, so I should at least say hi before I head home to deal with my father. I don’t know what time he’s due back, so I probably shouldn’t stay out too long. You know what he’s like if I’m not there to jump the second he clicks his fingers.”

  Archer nods sympathetically.

  The coffee is just what I need, the jolt of caffeine chasing away the final remnants of my hangover. Sitting there at the table with Archer is a reminder of what life might have been like if I hadn’t been forced into marrying Lucas. He tries hard to make things nice, and he is considerate, but we simply don’t have the connection I have with the boys. I can never fully relax around him because I can’t quite trust him. Not the way I trust Archer with my life.

  “Thanks for that.” I lean over and kiss him. He tastes of coffee and the promise of sex. “Mmm, you are way too tempting, Archer Knight. You make me want to get naked all over again.”

  “I’m not stopping you,” he points out.

  “No,” I sigh. “Much as I’d love to, I’ve got to see Milly and get home. If I walk in stinking of you I think my father will go nuts. As it is, since they suspect you are the one that’s been snooping around, I’m going to have to tread carefully to make sure they think they have nothing to worry about. If they think I was with you instead of your sister, my father will probably call in the interrogators. He’s made it very clear that just because I’m his daughter doesn’t mean I can expect any special treatment.”


  “That’s Solomon for you.” Archer walks me to his door. “If he crosses the line, call me. I don’t care where you are. I’ll burn down the house to get to you if I have to.”

  “Thanks, Archer. I appreciate it.” We kiss one last time and I get on my bike to travel the short distance to Milly’s house.

  Chapter Sixty

  “Iveeeeeeee!” Milly squeals and throws her arms around me when she sees me standing on her doorstep. “What are you doing here?”

  “I need to talk to you. Something interesting happened.”

  “Sounds serious,” Milly says. “Anything I need to worry about?”

  “I don’t think so,” I reply. “But that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I figure you’d know better than I would what’s really going on.”

  “You better come in then.”

  I follow Milly into her quirkily decorated lounge. “Coffee?” she offers.

  “No, thanks. I’ve just had some at Archer’s.”

  “Oh, you went to see my brother before you came to see me?” She fixes me with a glare.

  “I’m sorry, Mills.”

  “It’s okay.” She laughs. “I’m just kidding. If I were you, I’d take any opportunity to visit my boyfriend too.”

  “Archer’s not my-” I break off. Who am I kidding? “Okay, but maybe he’s not my boyfriend, so much as my lover, what with my being married. But I didn’t come here to talk about my stupidly complicated love life.”

  “Oh yes. What’s this interesting thing that’s happened?”

  “Ally came to me last night and suggested we come together to make a girls’ House group.”

  “I see.” Milly’s face falls. “Well, I suppose you and Ally will make a powerful team.”

  “No, you don’t understand. When she said we, she was talking about her, Taylor, Nicola maybe, me… and you.”

  “Me? Ally wants to be in an alliance with me?”

  “Yeah. She says that the time has come to change how things are done in King Town and I agree with her. This place is archaic-–and I should know. It’s time the women stepped into their power. If we come together, we can stop the men running the show by themselves. We can compete in the Bomber Derby. I think anyone should be able to compete, regardless of gender or status. We can stop all the stupid secret squirrel stuff everyone’s got going on and bring the Houses together. We can put an end to the mind games my dad’s a master of, and get people to talk. I mean, can you imagine that? People actually communicating with each other?”

  “That’s pretty out there,” Milly agrees.

  “But it means working with Ally and Taylor, and I know they’ve made your life hell for years,” I remind her. “I’m not going to do it without you, but I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to. If you think Ally and Taylor are up to something and this is just another scheme to get at us, then I’ll tell Ally no, and that’ll be the end of it.”

  “I think we should do it.” Milly’s reply surprises me.

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Very,” Milly says.

  “You’re a better person than I am,” I admit. “I don’t think I could ever forgive Ally for treating me the way she treated you.”

  “It’s not about forgiveness,” Milly tells me. “It’s about what we can achieve together. Ally doesn’t have your status, but she does know how to play the social game of King Town better than anyone I know. It’s why she made Head Girl. Pilkington knew that she was the best person to look after House Archaic’s interests and she’d made sure that the Archaics were top of the House table because she’s so ruthless.”

  “But aren’t you worried she’ll turn that ruthlessness on us?”

  “It’s always a possibility,” Milly says. “But I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. Ever since you came to King Town, you’ve changed things. I don’t think you realise how much influence you have on the people around you. I’m not surprised you’ve got my brother tailing after you like a little puppy dog. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. And it’s not just him. Romy has suddenly stopped playing the field. He won’t even look at another woman. Declan is clearly head over heels in love with you. Anyone with any sense would want to be on your team, and Ally’s not stupid.”

  “But I stole Declan from her,” I point out.

  “No, you didn’t.” Milly shakes her head. “Ally’s been cheating on him their entire relationship. It was only a matter of time before he found out and left her. I don’t even think she really liked him. She was only with him because he was an heir and it helped boost her social standing. Everyone can see that Declan’s head over heels in love with you. You’re a much better match for him.” Milly looks me straight in the eye. “If she’s proposed a truce, she means it. And she’s right. Us girls could start a revolution, make things better for everyone. It’s not just the women who’ll benefit from a more equal community. Don’t you think the boys are just as tired of all the petty little games? I say we give her a chance. If she turns out to be playing us, we’ll find a way to get back at her, but I don’t think she is. Your victory last night did a lot to shake things up. Anyone with any sense would be on your side.”

  “All right.” I never thought I’d say these words, but that was how weird my life is. “I guess we’re going to work with Ally and Taylor. It’s about time people saw what girl power can do.”

  “And you know what the first rule I want to introduce will be?” Milly asks.

  “What?”

  “No cheating or stealing boyfriends from each other. Not that I’m likely to have a boyfriend any time soon. The one guy I like is already taken. But if we’re going to support each other, we have to really support each other. That means if a boy comes on to us and we know he’s got a girlfriend we immediately tell her. Let’s flush out the rats in this place. It would do a lot to stop all the bitchiness and bickering.”

  “I didn’t know you liked someone.”

  Milly blushes. “It’s just a dumb crush.”

  “Don’t be silly, Mills. If you like someone, you like someone. There’s nothing dumb about it. Who’s the lucky guy?”

  “Sorry, Ivy, but I can’t say.” She looks away. “Like I said, he’s already in a relationship, so it’s pointless talking about it. I’m never going to be the other woman, not for anyone.”

  “Good for you, Milly.” I smile and nudge her with my elbow. “That’s the kind of self-respect I’m talking about. If we work together with the other girls instead of against each other all the time, there’s no limit to what we can achieve.”

  Chapter Sixty-One

  As I walk through the door at home, Isabella comes out to meet me.

  “You took your time, Ivy.” She frowns disapprovingly.

  “As I told Lucas, I went to see my best friend,” I say. “I’m sorry that we lost track between girly giggles and gossip.”

  “Solomon’s home,” Isabella says. “And he’s waiting for you. I suggest you go straight to his study and don’t keep him waiting any longer.”

  “Yes, sir.” I salute sarcastically and head in to see my father.

  I knock on the door and wait for the command to enter. Nothing. I knock again. Still no reply. I knock one last time and am about to give up and go to my suite when the door suddenly swings open, the guard on the other side finally letting me in.

  “Why so impatient, Ivy?” My father glares at me. “You know full well that I don’t take kindly to people attempting to beat down my door. Knock once and wait for me to be ready to see you.”

  “I’m sorry, Dad. I just missed you so much, I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

  I know I’m lying. He knows I was lying. But the appearance of loyalty seems to mollify him a little, and he motions to me to take a seat at his desk opposite him.

  “How was your trip?” I ask.

  “It could have been better,” my father replies, “but I got the business done I went out to do, which is all that matters.”r />
  “I guess you’ll miss having all those trips to Italy,” I say. “I’ve heard it’s a beautiful country.”

  “It is,” my father agrees. “And no doubt one day your husband will take you to see it. But why do you say I’ll miss my trips to Italy?”

  My heart sinks as I realise I’d put my foot in it. “Oh, just that if you’re selling the plane, it’s going to be difficult for you to keep going out there. Unless you’re selling it to get an upgrade? It can’t be that your business is in trouble. I know how good you are at what you do.”

  I am babbling, trying to cover my nerves, but it is no use. My father can see straight through me.

  “Selling my plane? Interesting. How did you find out about that?”

  “I can’t quite remember. You must have told me,” I say. “Either that or I overheard you and Isabella talking about it. I definitely got it from you.”

  “Is that right?” My father arches an eyebrow, motioning to the guard standing by the door. “Gary, go fetch Dave for me.”

  “Yes, sir.” Gary nods curtly, turns and leaves the room.

  “What’s happening? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, no, Ivy.” My father smiles, making a calm down gesture at me. “You haven’t done anything wrong. In fact, you’ve behaved exactly as I’d hoped you would. I owe you a debt of gratitude.”

  This doesn’t sound good.

  A couple of minutes later Gary comes back in accompanied by Dave, one of my favourite guards. Whereas most of the guards would barely even look at me, Dave was always happy to say hello and tell me stories about his wife and two little girls.

  “You wanted to see me, sir?”

  “Yes, Dave. We have something important to discuss.”

  “Do you need me to do something for you?”

  “Not anymore. You’ve already done it.”

  I frown and Dave looks a little worried as my father stands up and slowly walks round his desk to lean against it, facing Dave.

  “You see, I have long suspected that I have a leak in my security,” my father says. “But that can’t be possible, can it? After all, my guards are all loyal to me. None of you would betray me, would you?”