Claimed by a King

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by Lisa Lang Blakeney


  “Seriously though, Cutter and I will only do what you’re comfortable with. If you decide you never want him in the room again, then he won’t be.”

  “You won’t be mad?”

  “No, Jade. This relationship is just us. Cutter is only a secondary character.”

  “And if I want him to … play again?”

  “That’s fine too. You set the ground rules. We will abide by them.”

  “Okay.”

  “So will you talk to him now?”

  “Yes, I will. I’m sorry. I was being a punk.”

  “It’s okay that you’re attracted to Cutter you know. There’s nothing wrong with it. I don’t live in some bubble where I think you’ll never look at another man, and of course it makes total sense that you’re attracted to someone who looks a lot like me.”

  “Oh, brother.”

  “Just as long as you know that at the end of the day that you belong to me, Jade. All thirty-day contracts have been nullified. This is a lifetime assignment. I love you. You will always belong to me.

  I smile. Almost blushing.

  “And this belongs to me.”

  He touches my mouth.

  “And these belong to me.”

  My breasts.

  “And this.”

  He thrusts a finger inside of me.

  I close my eyes for a moment from the sudden pleasurable intrusion. Then I raise my arms up as a signal for him to lift me up. He pulls out of me and lifts me up. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist as he begins to devour my mouth. When he pulls back his head, he slides his finger into my mouth.

  “Taste.”

  I stare deeply into his eyes as I lick every drop of me off of him. When he finally pulls his finger free, I initiate the next kiss. A tear rolls down my face while I do. Luckily we’re in the shower, under the spray, and he doesn’t see it.

  Yes, I’ve become one of those girls.

  I’m picturing a forever after with him.

  I want to buy a pink toothbrush and put it in the holder next to his.

  I want to hold his hand on every flight he has to take.

  I’m so happy, that I’m scared shitless.

  But like my man said, it’s all right to live life experiencing a healthy dose of fear.

  Because that’s how you know that you’re really living.

  Epilogue

  CAMDEN

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself,” Cutter casually responds. Not turning his head toward me. Typing away at something on yet another one of my burner laptops. “Where have you been all day?” he casually asks.

  “It’s moving day tomorrow, asshole, so I was helping the little one pack.”

  “Oh shit, that’s right.”

  “Oh shit, that’s right,” I parrot back with loads of attitude in my voice.

  My all of a sudden absentminded brother was supposed to meet me at Jade’s apartment over two hours ago to help me box up and tape her kitchen cabinets. I kick off my boots and hang my jacket on the hook by the door.

  “You haven’t changed your mind about Jade moving in here have you?”

  He finally stops typing and swivels around in the chair.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “I don’t know. It will be a big change for us.”

  “Yeah, a change for the better. She cooks better than you. She works out harder than you. She definitely smells better than you. And best of all, we get to play with her all over the house anytime we want now.”

  “You do realize we aren’t going to be sharing my woman twenty-four seven right?”

  “Obviously, asshole. I’ve got my own woman to claim. I don’t need yours too.”

  I look over Cutter’s shoulder and take a peek at the screen of the laptop. Now I see why he never showed up. He’s scrolling through images of the glamazon. At this point I think it’s become an obsession. Like masturbating.

  “I’ll bite,” I say fed up. Helping myself to some of the Thai leftovers in the fridge. “Tell me what you’re doing, so that I can help, and so that you can finally be finished with this ridiculous project of yours.”

  “It’s an ongoing thing. There’s not much you can do to finish it.”

  “Ongoing?”

  “Yeah … getting the glamazon, I mean Sloan, to see the light is going to be a little more difficult for me than it was for you. I can’t just force her into working for me twenty-four hours a day. We don’t have a history of a friendship like you and Jade do. It’s going to take a bit more finesse for me to get the job done.”

  “And what’s your motivation? I’m really trying to understand. I mean she is definitely beautiful. I would assume she’s not a gold digger, since she comes from money. But that describes a thousand privileged socialites up and down the East Coast. Some we’ve shared together in this house.”

  “I didn’t say it made sense.”

  “So the plan is to …”

  “The plan is to cut all possible suitors out of her life until she comes to her senses about me.”

  I have to laugh out loud. “Cutter, have you lost your mind? When’s the last time you even saw her? I don’t think the woman even gives two shits about you.”

  “When has a woman ever said no to me? Even yours.”

  I throw a glass of iced tea at his head.

  Quick little fucker ducks just in the nick of time.

  “Good try!” He chuckles. “But I’m faster than you, big brother.”

  “Go clean it up, and watch your fucking mouth about my girlfriend. I’m going to marry that woman. She only said yes to you, because I told her to.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.”

  “You know what, you’re on your own! I can’t wait to see how this shit blows up in your face.”

  “Yee of little faith. I’ve got this one, Cam. I’ll bet you a thousand dollars and a breakfast that your girlfriend has to cook for me in only her bra and panties.”

  “You’ve lost your fucking mind if you think I’m involving Jade in any juvenile wager with you.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  He turns around and starts scrolling through some more pictures of Sloan. I pour myself another glass of iced tea and silently finish my plate of lime chicken watching him. After I finish eating, I toss my plate in the sink and hover over his shoulder.

  “Can I help you?” he asks nonchalantly.

  “Just the money,” I agree to. “One grand.”

  “Nope. I need more motivation than that. Breakfast by Jade and one grand. That’s the wager.”

  From what I know about her, Sloan is slick, not sweet. She’s worldly, not naïve. She doesn’t seem the type to have any interest in any thing long term with a certifiably crazy clown like my brother. But he’s right about one thing. No woman has ever said no to him. Even when we were fucking thirteen years old. Women love him. He’s the charismatic King, so there’s definitely a chance that he could actually win this stupid bet, and then I’d really be up shit’s creek. Jade would have my ass.

  Of course if it doesn’t work out in my favor, I could always shoot his ass.

  “Bet!” I say.

  Continue Reading On For The Bonus Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  The Harbor Hotel

  Baltimore, Maryland

  Three Years Later

  * * *

  JADE

  The Wedding Dress

  “How many buttons are on this thing?” I ask my new husband as I fuss with the back of my wedding dress.

  “This thing as you describe is a fucking future family heirloom. Be respectful.”

  “I’m sorry, your lordship. What I meant to say was how many buttons are left to unfasten on this work of art your mother made.”

  “My mother is a saint, living amongst the angels now, she deserves more respect than you’re giving her dress.”

  “Cam, I’m itchy, would you please help? I love the dress. You know that. It was so romantic and special that I wa
s fortunate enough to wear a dress that your mother made with her own hands before she left this earth. Not many brides can say that.”

  My new husband smiles, feeling a lot better now about my more humble expression of gratitude.

  “But I need to get the damn thing off if you ever want to consummate this marriage!”

  He immediately frowns.

  “All right, you ungrateful brat. Get over here, so I can unbutton it.” He yanks me in between his legs. “You want me to rip it off? How about that? I’ll just rip the damn thing off. You hear that, Mom?” he yells out to the air.

  “Oh stop being a baby, and don’t ruin the dress, I’m going to have it professionally cleaned and stored. Our daughter will wear it one day.”

  “Nice save, Mrs. King. Keep talking though, because it’s probably going to take me thirty minutes to unfasten all of these tiny buttons.”

  “The faster you move, the faster we can work on making that daughter, Mr. King.”

  “Fuck it. Hand me a pair of scissors.”

  * * *

  The Wedding Gift Negotiation

  * * *

  “Start running the water in the Jacuzzi and keep an eye on it,” I tell Camden. “Make sure it’s hot.”

  “I’ve got this, itty bitty. I’m not going to start a flood like some people did in this hotel.”

  “I was drunk.”

  “So you keep saying. Hey, I gave you a diamond necklace and a wedding dress as your wedding gifts. Where’s my gift?”

  “Materialistic much?”

  “It’s tradition that the bride and groom exchange gifts.”

  “Umm, I’m not sure that’s exactly accurate, and with what you all pay me, I can barely afford this hotel room much less some elaborate gift.”

  He comes back into the bedroom area of our suite smiling.

  “Did I forget to tell you that now that we’re married you aren’t getting paid at all?”

  “What!!”

  “You’re technically a partner. Not an employee. It would complicate the whole tax thing,” he cracks up.

  “I want a divorce,” I deadpan.

  “Never going to happen.”

  “I want Cutter in here tonight. Go get him.”

  Camden cuts his eyes at me. “Really not fucking going to happen.”

  I laugh at that one.

  “I know what will work as a gift,” he says interrupting my laughter. “Let me fire Marco.”

  “What?! No. Next to you three sexy beasts, he’s the biggest draw to the club.”

  “True. Okay then, let me fire Patrick?”

  “Uh-uh. I spent a year of my life talking and laughing with that man about everything under the sun to get the price that we get on the top shelf liquor. Hell, no.”

  “You mean flirting.”

  “For the benefit of the club,” I say batting my eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.

  “He still has a thing for you. I say you give me the honor of replacing the pussy. That would be a kick ass gift.”

  “He was a guest at our wedding, jackass. He’s probably staying in the room right below us. I’m not going to fire him,” I say walking into the bathroom. “That’s final.”

  “Did you fuck him?”

  “Camden!”

  “All right, all right, but you do admit that he still has a thing for you.”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “So what’s it going to be then? What are you going to give me?”

  “I already bought your gift.”

  “Really?” He peeps his head around the corner of the doorway. “What is it?”

  “A vacation to Bali,” I say as I step in the tub. “Turn on the jets for me, King Kong.”

  “Bali?! As in fucking Indonesia? That’s at least a twelve or fifteen hour flight.”

  “Actually it’s about a twenty-four hour flight. Non-stop.”

  “Fuck that,” he gripes as he situates his deliciously muscular body behind mine. “I’m not going.”

  “Roman helped me book it. It’s a private flight. Private bedroom. All the scotch you can drink, and on top of that, you’ll be able to fuck me senseless the entire time.”

  I turn around to straddle him.

  “Do you like that gift, my King?” I whisper by his ear like he so frequently does with me.

  He grabs me by my hips and forcefully impales me on his brick hard erection.

  I gasp with carnal delight.

  “Gift … fucking accepted,” he growls.

  * * *

  The Wedding Interruption

  * * *

  Knock! Knock!

  “Who is it!” Camden barks.

  “It’s me.”

  “Jana? Something must be wrong, Cam, open the door.”

  Camden reluctantly pulls out of me. This better be good, because we were on our third round of mind blowing, married sex, and he was mid stroke.

  “Follow me right now, and get your screaming brat!”

  “You left him in the room alone!?” Camden growls.

  “Not alone. Elizabeth is in there with him.”

  “He’s your nephew,” I say scanning the floor looking for my hotel robe. “You can’t take care of him for one night?”

  “He’s the loudest baby on the planet, he’s disturbing all the guests, and I’ve got a hundred papers to grade. It’s not my fault you two did everything completely out of order. You live together with him and that crazy brother of his. You get pregnant; and I’m still not really sure how a ten-pound bruiser came out of that little body. And now you get married, in a city I’ve never been to before in my life, with no wedding ring to show for it! Just these stupid finger tattoos.”

  She’s losing it.

  “I’ve got it,” I say. Finally locating the robe and a pair of slippers. “I’ll get him.”

  “Sit down, Jade,” Camden orders.

  “Benji needs me, Cam.”

  “I said I’ve got this. Sit down.”

  I’m worried about my eight-month-old son, but the king has spoken. Plus I can’t help but giggle to myself about what Jana’s reaction is going to be once she finally notices Camden’s semi-hard dick poking through a hotel bath towel. Sometimes my sister acts like she’s never had sex before.

  “Let me back in when I knock,” he tells me.

  “Okay,” I say a little unsure about what he’s going to say or do.

  Camden does not like interruptions when it comes to sex or much of anything for that matter. Benji is the only thing in our lives that gets a pass. He’s the most attentive father I’ve ever seen with our baby boy. Puts my father to shame, and probably his too, even though I still went ahead and named our baby after the guy. Cutter’s bright idea.

  I decide to lean in and put my ear to the door to see if I can hear anything.

  “Let me explain something to you, Jana.”

  Ruh-roh.

  “I got married literally five hours ago in the ballroom of this damn hotel, and about five seconds ago I was fucking the hell out of my wife.”

  “TMI, Camden!”

  “You claim you want to be a bigger part of Benji’s life, then you need to step up.”

  “I am stepping up, dammit, but I’m not ashamed to admit when I’m in over my head. That kid is just a smaller, grumpier, non-verbal, version of you, and my sister is an expert on how to handle that. Not me.”

  “She pumped about ten bottles this morning. What else could he possibly want?”

  “I don’t know … maybe his mother?!”

  “On her motherfucking wedding day!”

  “Babies don’t keep calendars.”

  Jana has no idea that Camden is displaying a very high level of patience. He’s being as nice as he possibly can for my sake. I’m feeling like I need to go out there and break it up, before the man I love does something that my sister will regret.

  “Listen, Jana, I get it. You barely stop by to see your sister, you only call her when you need to talk about yourself, and you don�
��t know shit about babies—”

  “Listen here, Camden—”

  “No, you listen. Go back to that room that I fucking paid for, and give my son a bottle, rock him, sing to him, and then put him to sleep. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure that the entire faculty of the Temple University Psychology department sees the string of ridiculous emails that you and Professor McNasty have been sending each other for the last few months. You feel me?”

  After a moment of silence, and my mouth finally closing shut, I hear a heavy knock.

  Camden’s back, and he’s deadly quiet.

  He’s pissed.

  “I heard everything,” I say shedding myself quickly of my robe. “I bet you wanted to hit her.”

  “I did,” he says distracted by my tits. They’re much fuller since the birth of Benji.

  “I volunteer as tribute!” I say in my best Hunger Games impersonation, but he’s not laughing.

  “Take it out on me, baby,” I say while rubbing down the front of his chest. Then leaning in to kiss one of my favorite tattoo’s on his chest.

  My king’s nostrils start to flare with want.

  His dick rising back to its dominant position—straight ahead.

  “So you’re taking responsibility for that shit I just had to deal with?”

  “I am.”

  “Good then. Go get my belt.”

  The best punishment ever!

  ♡♡♡

  Camden was the tatted, calculated, computer hacker with a thing for his assistant Jade, but CUTTER is his wild, badass, little brother who falls hard for Sloan– a woman who isn’t the slightest bit interested. BUT she owes him big time.

  * * *

  Will Sloan will be able to resist the bad boy when Cutter moves in next door to collect?

  * * *

  “Funny, Sarcastic, Sexy 5-Star Read!”

  -Amazon Reviewer

  * * *

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