Playboy Princes (Royals of Arbon Academy, #2)(41)

“Ignore it,” Jordan whispered, rocking his hips and grinding his hard length against my core, making me moan. “They’ll go away.”

Fine by me, I was all for ignoring the intruder. It’d be all too soon that I’d need to leave Jordan’s room and face reality once more. His plan to deal with Alex—even temporarily—would probably take a while, and in the meantime I’d be back to faking a happy relationship with that asshole in public. Meanwhile, trying to hide my private relationships with Jordan and—

“Jordan!” the person at the door barked, knocking again. I froze, cursing. I knew that voice. “Unlock the damn door; we have a problem.”

The crown prince of New America made a frustrated sound in his throat, but captured my lips in another bruising kiss before responding.

“Go away, Rafe!” he shouted back, not taking his hands from my body for even a second. If anything, he seemed more aroused.

I gave him a suspicious look. “Jordy,” I whispered, teasing, “does it turn you on to have me naked in your bed while Rafe is right there?”

He flashed a naughty grin, using his strong grip on my hips to position me just so. The tip of his cock breached my entrance as he ground against me, and I gasped. “Fuck yes, it does,” he whispered back, kissing me hard. “I love having one up on that bastard.”

That should annoy me. It should make me feel used, like I was nothing more than a pawn on their chessboard… a prize to be won. But it didn’t. I knew Jordan, and I knew he didn’t actually think of me like that. The fact that it’d piss Rafe off? Well, that was just an added bonus on top of the mind-blowing sex.

The banging on the door increased, but it just made me chuckle as I sank down onto Jordan's cock with a groan.

“Jordan, open the fucking door!” Rafe snarled, but his friend wasn’t listening. Instead, he palmed my tits and bit his lip as I ground harder. “Dude, come on. We need to talk.”

Something in Rafe’s tone made me pause, and I gave Jordan a small frown of concern, glancing at the door. He just shook his head, though.

“Ignore him,” he urged, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking for a moment. “He’ll go away in a second.”

But nope. A moment later, there was a distinctive click of the door unlocking and then bang.

“What the fuck?” Rafe snarled, filling the doorframe like some kind of avenging angel and glaring at us like we were… okay, sure, we actually were fucking. Whatever. Doors get locked for reasons.

“Dude!” Jordan shouted, grabbing his sheet and tossing it over me with lightning speed. “What the hell are you doing? I said I was busy!”

The door slammed shut, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was Rafe leaving. As it was, I had to find my way out of the sheet before I could glare my own indignation his way.

“You sure don’t waste any time, do you, Cinderella?” Rafe sneered at me, his eyes narrowing with… I didn’t even know. Anger? Disgust? Why was he so fucking hard to read?

Whatever, I was well overdue another verbal sparring with this prick. “Well, a girl has needs, and I sure as shit wasn’t coming back for seconds with you, Angel.” I curled my lip as I delivered the implied insult to his skills in bed, and his jaw twitched.

“Oh stop it,” Jordan snapped. “Rafe, quit acting so shocked. We discussed this. Besides, you guys were a one time thing, right? Just an adrenaline fuck after Vi’s fight?”

That… was what we’d said. Wasn’t it?

“Wait, you discussed this? As in our sex lives?” I scowled at both of them. “Not cool.”

Easing off Jordan’s cock, I shuffled to the edge of the bed, keeping the sheet tucked firmly around my naked body as I searched for my clothes. Seriously, how had they ended up spread so fucking far around Jordan’s room?

“No need to act modest on my account, Cinderella,” Rafe purred, all snark and malice. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen—or tasted—before.”

Against my better judgment, my cheeks heated and my stupid-ass brain took me on a trip down memory lane.

“Just because my judgment was impaired once doesn’t mean it ever will be again,” I replied with ice and venom, locating my skirt and shimmying it on under the sheet. It sounded hard to do, and it was. Still, I refused to give Rafe the satisfaction of seeing me naked again… despite what he’d walked in on.

Jordan groaned at our bickering, slid out of bed—clearly not giving two shits who saw his naked ass—and tugged some pants on. “You two are as bad as each other. So, what was important enough to pick my lock and bust in here?”

Rafe frowned at his friend. “I didn’t pick the lock, bro. I have a key.” He held it up to demonstrate. “It just seemed rude to use it without knocking first.”

My jaw dropped, and Jordan scrubbed a hand over his face while clearly fighting a laugh. “So, what is it? Vi and I were right in the middle of something.” Jordan’s eyebrow raise would have said it all… had Rafe not just seen it for himself.

Ugh, fuck. Now I’m blushing.

“Clearly,” Rafe commented, scooping up my bra from the floor near his feet and dangling it from his fingers. Fucking hell. “I came to let you know that the charity case was missing, but I see you found her already.” His dark gaze rested on me for way too long, like he could see through the sheet with X-ray vision or some shit. Or maybe that was just a convenient excuse I was telling myself to justify the way my nipples hardened under his stare.