Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series Callie Rose (i read a book TXT) 📖

next round, except for low murmurs of “call” and “raise”. And when we show our hands, a slight smile crosses River’s face, and he tugs his full bottom lip between his teeth.

Then he reaches for the waistband of his boxer briefs, shifting his weight as he tugs them off.

He tosses them to the floor, sky-gray gaze focused on me, and I realize the other three boys are watching me too.

“You win, Low,” River murmurs softly. “You win.”

23

I win.

The thin layer of silky material still clinging to my hips is the marker of my victory.

It’s the last scrap of clothing anyone in this room is wearing.

Nobody speaks for several long beats. Nobody even moves. The smoked joint and the banter—hell, the cards and chips themselves—are forgotten, like none of that really mattered at all. Like this is what we were building toward the whole time, and we all knew it but couldn’t admit it until this moment.

Chase and Dax are fully hard now. The table obscures the other two boys, but from the way Lincoln’s eyes smolder and the way River’s deep breaths match my own, I’m sure the twins aren’t alone.

My panties are wet, the ache in my core so demanding it makes me squirm in my seat, desperate for some relief.

But I’m not quite sure what to do.

If it was just me and one of them, I’d feel confident taking the lead—I’d know where this was going and how to navigate it. But it’s not just one of them, it’s all four of them, and even though I like that, crave it, I don’t know exactly what to do with it.

I’m like a dog who finally catches the squirrel she’s been chasing and proceeds to freak the fuck out.

Whatever was building between all of us in the pool—I want that back. I want to be connected to all of them somehow, even if I don’t know quite how to manage it.

But I can at least make us even.

I can show them what I want.

Pushing my chair back slightly, I rise to my feet, watching the reactions of the four boys gathered around the table. Their gazes track me just like they did when I was in the pool, only this time, I’m not taking off a dress. What I’m taking off now is both a lot less and a lot more than that.

Gathering my courage, letting the sweet ache in my body spur me on, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and push them down over my hips.

There. Now we’re even.

“Fuck,” Dax mutters, his voice even rougher than before. His hips shift the same way mine did earlier, as if he’s so turned on it’s almost physically painful.

I don’t like to see him in pain, want to soothe the ache in both of us, so I step toward him, and the second I’m within reach, his arm bands around my waist, bringing me closer. I expect him to pull my head down for a kiss, but instead, his tongue darts out to lash my nipple, drawing a shocked gasp from me.

He doesn’t stop though. His tongue flicks back and forth a few more times before his lips close around my breast, drawing it in with a deep pull. When his teeth bite down on the hard, sensitive peak, sensation explodes through me like a bomb going off.

“God, Dax!”

I grab his head with both hands, a moan falling from my lips.

An answering noise from Chase draws my attention, and when I look over at him, he grins dazedly and shakes his head, like he wants me so much he can’t believe it hasn’t killed him yet.

I want him too. I want to run my hands through his copper-blond hair, to taste his lips with my tongue.

When I move away from Dax, the broad-shouldered boy releases me, his hand trailing down the curve of my spine as I go. Chase leans back a little in his chair as I approach, and when I reach him, he does what I expected his twin to, hooking the back of my neck and hauling me toward him for a toe-curling kiss.

I almost lose my balance, and my hands go to his chest for stability, palms pressing against the hard, warm planes of muscle as my tongue moves against his.

This time, more than one of the kings makes a noise, and I kiss Chase harder, letting my tongue tangle with his as his friends watch. I’m gaining confidence, losing my apprehension as every move I make is met with fierce approval from the four boys.

When Chase and I finally break apart, I notice that he’s gripping the base of his cock hard in his free hand, squeezing the thick length like he’s trying to keep himself from coming right here and now. I don’t know why the sight turns me on so much, but the pulsing ache inside me builds until it’s hard to breathe.

I glance up and see Lincoln watching me, raw lust and something like pride gleaming in his eyes. As if he likes seeing me like this.

The sparks zapping through my body ignite a flame that threatens to burn me down, and I move around the table quickly, abandoning any pretense of a slow, sexy saunter in my rush to reach him.

He tugs me down to sit sideways on his lap, and when he presses me close, I can feel his cock against my hip. One arm wraps around my waist while the other reaches up to massage my breast, pinching my nipple in the way he knows will make me unravel.

Then he kisses me, and there’s dominance and claiming and liberation all wrapped up in the press of his lips against mine. When he breaks the kiss, his hand leaves my breast to thread through my hair, and his breath stirs the delicate strands as he puts his lips to my ear.

“Have you fucked River, Low?” he whispers, so quietly I know the question is meant