Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy #3)

“I got the trip all worked out,” I say. “I’m going to tell Jazz tonight.”

Bent gives me a fist bump. “Damn, son, somebody’s gettin’ some extra good lovin’ tonight.”

I roll my eyes at this fool. “That was happening regardless.”

Jazz’s little plan to withhold sex crashed and burned real fast. She lasted a whole ten minutes after we got back to my place last night before she was practically gagging for it.

“What are you so smiley about over there?” Reed asks.

Huh. I didn’t realize I was smiling. “Just remembering something from last night.”

Reed gives me a knowing look. “Ah. Got it.”

These fuckers can read me too well sometimes.

“So, Jazz has no idea what you have planned?” Bentley’s lighter flickers as he takes a hit from his pipe.

I shake my head. “None.”

Belle’s eighth birthday is coming up, and Jazz wanted to do something special to celebrate. Since I wanted to do something special for both of them, I made arrangements with Belle’s dad to have her for the entire weekend. I can’t wait to see the look on that adorable little girl’s face when we pull through the gates at Disneyland.

“Belle’s going to be pumped when she sees where we’re going. Neither one of them has ever been to Disney, so I got MaxPasses. I was going to do the whole VIP thing, but I think Jazz would prefer to roam the parks without a tour guide.”

Bentley’s eyebrows draw together. “How can you grow up in Southern Cali and never go to Disneyland?”

I give him a moment to think about it before I see the proverbial lightbulb flicker on. Disney theme parks aren’t exactly cheap. Honestly, I don’t know how the average middle-class family affords it, let alone someone who grew up in state housing.

Reed and Bent are wearing matching shit-eating grins.

“What’s that look for?”

Reed’s lips twitch. “Never thought I’d see the day, man.”

I frown. “The day for what? ”

“That you became a pussy-whipped motherfucker.” Bentley makes a whip-cracking motion—complete with sound effects—to emphasize his statement.

I flip these assholes off as they laugh it up.

“What’s so funny?”

Reed’s eyes light up when Ainsley walks into the room. “Just giving your brother shit.”

My lips twitch when Bent switches the song.

She makes some weird rolling hand gesture. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”

My eyes narrow. “You can all fuck right off.”

When Jazz walks into the room, I fist the hair at the nape of her neck and land a solid kiss on her mouth. Damn, she looks good today. She’s fine as hell on any given day, but for some reason, even more so right now. I was inside this woman less than twelve hours ago, but I can never seem to get enough.

“Not you. You can fuck me , though.” I wag my eyebrows suggestively as Cardi B raps about parking a Mack Truck inside a little garage.

Jazz’s chocolate eyes twinkle in amusement. “I’m so sure.”

I smack her ass as she walks past me to take a seat on the leather couch. “Just name the time and place, baby.”

“How was shopping?” Reed asks my sister.

Ainsley smiles. “Let’s just say I’m glad I borrowed Kingston’s Rover.”

“You should see the dress Ainsley bought for that holiday party. It makes her ass look spectacular . I mean, it was already great to begin with, but the dress is straight fire. I bet you can’t wait to see it, huh, Reed?” Jazz flashes a toothy smile and makes a spanking motion in the air.

Sadly, that mind-reading thing between the guys and me works both ways, so I know precisely what Reed is thinking right now. The twin link is also in full effect, so I have a pretty good idea what’s on my sister’s mind as she widens her eyes at Jazz, although I try my damnedest to bleach all of it from my brain.

Reed’s eyes flash briefly to me before working their way over to Jazz. He looks pensive as he considers her question, though I doubt he’s trying to formulate a response. He’s probably wondering exactly how much Jazz knows about his sexual proclivities. My eyes wander to her, wondering the same thing because it seems like she’s purposely fucking with him.

Jazz and I have engaged in some light ass play, which she definitely enjoyed, but we’ve never actually had a discussion about full back door access. I don’t need it like Reed does, but I can’t say I wouldn’t love to have Jazz’s tight ass hugging my cock. I find myself curious about how open-minded she is on the subject.

Fuck.

I really need to think of something else because the last thing I want is to have a boner in front of my sister and these two jackasses.

My eyes narrow in Reed’s direction as I join Jazz on the couch, pulling her back into me. “Don’t answer that.”

Reed holds his palms out. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

My sister scoffs. “Idiots.”

Bent abandons their game of pool and takes the seat next to Jazz. He places a small bud in the bowl of his pipe and hands it to her. “Ladies first.”

“Such a gentleman.” Jazz wraps her lips around the mouthpiece, making me think about her wrapping her lips around my dick.

Shit. I’m doing it again. I squeeze Jazz, grinding my growing erection against her back to get some relief. She wiggles as she pushes into me before turning her head and winking.

I pinch her side and lower my mouth to her ear. “Don’t push me, Jazz. I’m this close to dragging you out of here.” I hold my index finger and thumb an inch apart to demonstrate.

“Put the club away, Caveman.”

Jazz attempts to pass the pipe to me, but I decline. If she keeps teasing me like this, we won’t be in this room much longer. If she wants to call me a caveman, I’ll throw her over my goddamn shoulder and show her a caveman.

“You’re going to pay for that later.”

“Bring it, babe,” she retorts.

I groan. This girl is always testing my patience and self-control. I’ve obviously become a masochist because I get off on the shit.

Big time.





Chapter 6





JAZZ

Thanksgiving break went by way too fast if you ask me. I spent most of it at Kingston’s except for my shopping trip with Ainsley or my weekly date with Belle. I still can’t get over what Kingston has planned for Belle’s birthday. It was so hard not spilling the beans when I saw her yesterday. Kingston and I agreed to keep it a secret until we get there. I’ve never been to Anaheim, but he said there are Disney signs everywhere as soon as you get into town. Kingston thinks there’s still a good possibility it won’t register with her until we’re pulling the car through the gates, though.

Belle’s going to absolutely freak, and I can’t wait to see her reaction. And if I’m honest, I’m crazy excited myself. I already have a list of princesses we need to see, and I’m sure my sister will want to hit up some fairies too. It’s bittersweet in a way because I always thought if I did have a chance to go, it’d be with my mom and Belle, but I know our mom would want this for us. She loved Disney movies—hence, our names—so much so that she ensured Belle and I got to see as many as possible.

Whenever she saw a DVD at a yard sale, or if one was on clearance at Walmart, she’d add it to our collection. Every time we had a family movie night, odds were high we’d choose one of those. I’m glad Belle was able to take that collection with her to her dad’s house. Maybe one day, she can pass on the tradition.

“You ready to do this?”

I blink rapidly, taking in my surroundings. I was so lost inside my head, I didn’t even realize Kingston and I had pulled through the Windsor Academy gates.

I turn my gaze toward my boyfriend. “If I have to be.”

“At least we only have a few weeks until winter break.” Kingston’s eyes twinkle in amusement. They’re extra green today, with just tiny little flecks of gold. It always amazes me how drastically they change color. “Then, ten weeks until spring break and after that, just over two months before we’re out of this hellhole for good.”

Laura Lee's books