Chapter 134: Chapter 134

Camilla's POV

Kingston and I had training earlier, with Karla watching on the sidelines, it was an absolute work out. I've been acting lazy all morning because I'm hungover from last night's wine testing with Clarissa. She's been trying to get me to partner with her in her winery and yesterday, I finally agreed and I don't know whose idea it was to celebrate with a class of each of the twelve flavors that she supplies but it's gotten me stupid drunk.

Word around here is I kissed Kingston, and Mirabelle won't let me live it down.

Kingston doesn't seem to mind, it's Belle that keeps spreading the news around to me, myself and I. Her excitement over the issue is unmatched, she'll get me attentive kthover different matters but still end up telling me about how I begged Kingston to kiss me goodnight last night. I admit, it wasn't my finest moment, but I don't regret it, except the begging I'm told I did, that seems embarrassing on my part as Alpha as well as a woman in general.

Kingston, Karla and I are making our way through the training yard, with Karla on my hip, arguing with her father about how he lost to me since he can't seem to convince her that he let me take the win out of courtesy.

“Well this is a beautiful sight,” Mirabelle grins. The moment she sees us enter the kitchen back door.

I know she's smiling because I'm with Kingston again and probably thinks I kissed him again, which I really want to do but can't find the courage to be sober.

“So, who won?” she asks, resting her hand on the kitchen counter.

“Mommy!” Karla tells her as I place her down near Mirabelle, proceeding to the fridge. My hand grips the lower dower, pulling it open as my upper body slants down to help me reach the ice cream I'm looking for.

“You know, I let Cami win.” Kingston explains, earning a laugh from Mirabelle.

“Sore loser,” I called out, still searching for the mango ice cream cup that my daughter wants and was promised if she sat down, not causing mischief while King and I did our weekly one on one work out.

Alas, I find it, taking it and another for myself, I look at the mango, and hand it to Karla.

“Thank you,” she giggles, making her way to the table to sit down and eat her ice cream before King tells her it will ruin her appetite for dinner.

“Felicia is making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and yes, she used that sauce you like.” Mirabelle tells me, giving King a pat on the back when he nearly chokes on his water.

My face furrows, “No thanks, I'll pass.” I tell her, my hands reaching for the chocolate syrup and honey bottles that just happen to be lying on the counter since the moment I left them there.

“Err, are you kidding me? It's your favorite.”

She's right, it is my favorite but I don't want it. Something about thinking of it nearly nauseated me. “I must have outgrown it, I guess I'll order noodles for dinner.” I shrug.

“Order? We have plenty of noodles, why don't you just make some? ” Kingston asks, unknowingly calling me out on my inability to cook.

“Umm because I want to order.” I retort, my hands squeezing the early empty chocolate syrup onto my lime flavored ice cream.

“Don't worry, I'll make them for you before I head to my hair appointment, do you want sweet or spice?” Mirabelle asks.

“Any, thanks, you're the best.” I tell her, blowing her a kiss as my hand stires my ice cream thoroughly.

Kingston is watching me with wide eyes, amusement tickering in his eyes. “You can't cook can you?”

Damn it, but actually I'm shocked it took him this long to learn of it, in fact, I can still play it out.

“I can, I just don't want to.” I disagree, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, and then another, trying to finish them fast enough to get away from him and avoid further questioning.

“Come to think of it, I've never seen you in the kitchen Camilla.”

“Yea? Well, I have better things to do.” I counter, practically running away from him as I toss the ice cream in a bin, with a spoon or two to spare.

Instantly regretting it as I walk up the stairs, pretending to ignore Kingston jogging after me, with Mirabelle and Karla's giggling fading in my earshot. I'm halfway to my bedroom when Kingston corners me, startling me against the wall with my hand flying to my chest. “I thought you ‘were a know it all’,” he says. His hands resting on either side of me, with barely an inch between us.

“I'm not, and excuse me I need to freshen up.” I say, trying to slip under his arms but he intercepts my move.

“Hmm, running away isn't a solution.” he smirks.

“You are too close to me right now,” I breathe.

“Yea?, does it bother you?” he asks, inching up closer to me. I gull, peering up at him trying to imagine what last nights kiss was like. I'm shorter than him, much less so without my heels, he would have to lean in hard to kiss me, which could only mean he wanted to kiss me too, from his height he can kiss the top of my head and walk away.

“What?” he asks.

“I'm just wondering what flavor you tasted on me when I kissed you last night.” I murmur.

“Grape, cherry, but mostly limes, and you didn't kiss me, I kissed you.” he rasps, his tongue running over his lips in a way that makes me clench my thighs.

“Hmph, bummer.” I begin, my gaze never leaving his. “I would have liked to have kissed you instead.” I whisper.

“Go for it,” he urges, a smile playing on his lips.

He thinks I won't go for it because I'm sober but I'm curious to know what he tastes like, as well as redeem myself from the obvious sloppy kiss I gave him last night. My hand reaches for his shirt, yanking it to pull him in as I inch up on my feet, balancing on my toes and smash my lips onto his.

The stillness of his lips in the initial five seconds of our kiss giving away the whole act of my actions on him. He tastes like cherries on a cold summer afternoon, the best. Our tongues slowly battle in our mouth, the heat of our conversation turned up to the fullest, I pull away, with my pupils dilated and Kingston's cock pressing into my stomach.

“What do I taste like now?” I ask, my voice a little sore from the minutes I've spent silently tasting every inch of his mouth.

“Fucking euphoric,” he tells me.

I nod, taking the opportunity to escape while his guard is down, my fingers to my lips as I walk away, silently screaming in my head. I can not believe that the first peaceful conversation I've had with him was with our tongues entwined.

I'm quick to proceed to my room, shutting the door behind me and screaming aloud knowing that no one can hear me if I scream in here. I rush to the mirror, looking at the mess I am, even in my crop top and leggings.

I don't know where I built up the courage to kiss Kingston, I've anticipated it since I've known him but I never intended on actually doing it, but with him, unexplainable, unintended things happen.

So far, I've only fantasized about it among other things. I never imagined I would actually kiss him, seeking praise when I did, and much less have my panties this fucking drenched afterwards.

I should take a cold shower, but I don't. Instead, I head out, going to Kingston's room, a new sense of bravery unlocked after our kiss a few minutes ago. The door of his room is almost open when I head in, pushing it slowly with a light tap on the door as I enter.

“King..” I trail off, my gaze finding him on his bed, his legs spread with his cock in his hand, pumping lightly, and a towel on the bed next to him.

My gaze freezes on his cock, analyzing and admiring the length and size of it, the veins fiercing protruding around it. I've seen my fair share of cock and only one has made me want to get down on my knees or drop my panties, until now that is.

The door behind me closes with a bang, not diverting my attention but Kingston's attention. “Fuck, Camilla.” he curses, reaching for the towel and swiftly wrapping it around his waist. “You're actually here, what are you doing here?” he asks, my gaze finds his, in a full state of panic.

“Don't stop on my account, I came for something else but this is better, I want to watch, can I?” I ask, feeling a little too bold.

“Camilla, stop playing.”

Camilla.

My name has an accent on his tongue, it's rare that he calls me by my name but it seems today is my lucky day.

“I'm serious, I am seriously trying to watch or would you rather watch me?”

His eyes widened, tongue hastily swirling over his lips. “What?”

I take a few steps further in, leaving a safe distance between us. “I wanted to apologize for acting worse than I did when I was drunk but now, I'm thinking I should tell you how wet my panties are from our kiss or perhaps how I don't know where I'm getting the courage to tell you this but, your dick is bigger than I imagined.”

“Is this happening?” King asks a question to himself but it makes me giggle.

“Are you going to finish off or can I do it for you?”

“Camilla,” he warns, his voice husky and tired.

“Fine,” I say. Walking two steps further, “Can you at least kiss me again?” I pout, my hand trailing up his chest and he flinches, making me back away as I laugh, going back to the door.

*****

It's been three hours since I walked in on Kingston jerking off on his bed, two hours since we started off to Kindred East and now, we're at the royals. It's Victoria's birthday and for that reason, I've made it my mission to tease the shit out of Kingston the entire time we're here.

Kingston is sitting somewhere with my cousin, aunt Amaya's son or was it aunt Carolyn? I can't seem to grasp who is who. The birthday girl has been avoiding me, despite her mother's efforts of forcing her to interact with me. However, she has been good with Mirabelle, seeking her out every chance she gets and Belle seems to be not so into the attention she's getting from Victoria and her friends. The poor girl keeps asking her about brothers, and that's not someone we discuss.

Aunt Sheryl on the other hand hasn't left me alone, we're strolling outside of her home, the party is an outdoor party.

“Thumbelina, your brother is here, he just texted me he's at the parking lot.”

Right, brother.

Aunt Sheryl has explained I have a brother whom I know nothing about but the birthday girl has been asking for since forever. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous to meet him, people have been talking about him like a god, some of my cousins even joking that he and I would clash personalities because we will be excessively alike with each other.

“Come on,” Aunt Sheryl tells me. Her hand holding mine to drag me to the front yard, where it's much quieter for some reason. Despite me telling her several times that I'm not interested in physical touch, she ignores it, and I'm learning to accept that it's her love language, and it's comforting to a point.

The moment we appear at the parking lot, a black Lamborghini stands out, the lights still on, evidently the driver just pulled up. Aunt Sheryl and I pause, my gaze roaming the area.

“Fair warning, he's cold. You act cold but he actually is, even with his girlfriend. Oh, he brought a girl?” Aunt Sheryl gasps, earning my attention.

I follow her gaze to the car, a girl leaning against the car hood, pink hair, a leather mini skirt, a black crop top and pink blazer to match the doctor Martin boots on her feet, she's facing the other way. I slant my head, my eyes scantily squinting to take in the familiar five foot six frame in front of me.

The car lights go barren, a man stepping out of the car, dressed in a black blazer jacket and dark jeans paired with a white top. Equally dark hair on his head, he looks nothing like me but somewhat like my mother. Tapping the hood of his car, he says something to the girl, and she turns, giving me a better view of her, both her and the guy getting into an alternation.

I know it's dark and I miss my best friend but, there's so much similarities between the two here.

“Hades,” Aunt Sheryl calls out, her voice loud enough to grab both his and her attention.

That's when I see it, I should have known the moment I laid eyes on the custom Dr. Martin boots. “Bear,” she calls out, running to me while the man behind her yells at her to stop running.

“Tee,” I exhale, wrapping my arms around her. Aunt Sheryl murmurs an "oh". Tee begins to sob, her hands still wrapped around me. “Bear, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, my sunshine,” I whisper, tears threatening to fall as I stroke her hair. “I needed you so bad.”

“Me too,” she rasps, hugging me tighter.

I've been wanting to speak to Tee for a long time, I needed her for my sanity. There's parts of me that only she can handle, parts of me that scare Mirabelle and whoever is within reach.

Tee pulls away at the sound of my supposed brother ranting about something only he seems to understand, Aunt Sheryl pulling him in for a hug while Tee and I wipe our tears.

“Little devil, what have I told you about running?” he asks, his question directed at Tee.