Poison Throne: A Dark College Romance(46)

“Don’t you fucking cry,” Mattie warned me as I scrambled up. “You’ll ruin my makeup.”

My feet were moving, and I pushed through the crowd until I could throw myself into their arms. Despite Mattie’s warning, hot tears spilled over as they held me close, the familiar scents of my princes washing over me.

“I love a happy ending,” Nolan trilled from behind us, and another sob escaped me.

When I pulled back, I examined their faces like I hadn’t seen them—in the flesh, that was—for years, when in reality it had only been a month. Rafe was darker and harder than he’d been in school, maturity turning him into the sort of dangerous man that no one wanted to fuck with. So, actually, a lot like he’d been in school, only hotter.

Jordan, too, had grown up a lot. His father’s near-death had forced him to step into a role of leadership, and he was already beloved by his people.

They were both loved by me as well, and even though on occasion I feared that one day they were going to tell me they had to move on and get married to a nice royal that could give them heirs, neither of them had ever indicated that was the case.

They talked about forever with me. I wanted forever.

“How are you here?” I asked, my hands gripping both of their suit jackets as I held them close to me. Jordan’s hand was on my back, Rafe’s on my hips, and they held onto me with the same desperation.

“We will never miss your birthday,” Jordan rumbled, his lips dipping down to press against mine. I opened my mouth and accepted the kiss, drowning in his taste and in having him back in my arms once again. When we pulled apart, Rafe moved in for his turn.

“Mattie insisted that it would be fun to surprise you,” he rumbled, face close to mine. “She loves you almost as much as we do and wanted this night to be special.”

He captured my lips before I could say anything; the rough domination of his kiss had my knees weakening as my thong grew damp with need. His chest rumbled under my hand, and I pressed closer, Jordan right there on my other side so I would have been all but hidden from sight between the two of them.

“I want this for my birthday, too,” Nolan said from behind us. “Make it happen, sister.”

There was a smacking sound—Mattie hitting her twin no doubt. “You’ll be lucky if you get socks, asshole.”

Nolan laughed, and I pulled away to peer between my princes at them. “You reminded her that you missed her sixteenth birthday. You’re fucked now,” I said.

Nolan groaned dramatically. “It was years ago. Mattie has to move on.”

She moved on by stomping on his foot before flouncing off into the booth. We followed, Rafe and Jordan staying as close as they could on either side of me. When we were all seated, a drink was placed in my hand, but I was way more interested in Rafe’s possessive hand on my right thigh and Jordan’s on my left.

My breathing was embarrassingly heavy, but thankfully no one could hear it over the music. “I missed you,” Rafe said close to my ear, his fingers trailing a little higher. I really owed Mattie some thanks for forcing me into this dress. The jeans would not have worked.

“I can’t believe you’re both here,” I said, feeling emotional about it again. “Can we please not be apart for this long next time?”

Rafe’s lips brushed over my ear, and when Jordan moved in to press his to my neck, I about dissolved into a puddle on the floor. We’d never done the trio thing. It wasn't for any of us. Instead we had an open, mature relationship where I dated both guys and we all considered ourselves family, and whatever it was we had going worked.

I slept in the same bed as both of them when we were together, but if one started something, the other left the room. Neither of them were leaving now, and I understood the need to be together after so long apart.

This was not the time or place, though.

“We should dance,” I said, breathlessly, wondering if I was going to leave a fucking wet patch on this seat when I stood up. Another win for the black dress.

Rafe chuckled, brushing his fingers across my pussy, and I moaned like the desperate woman I was. “I have a better idea.”

Jesus. Fuck. I really didn’t want to see myself in the papers getting fucked by two princes, but as horny as I was, maybe it was time for the world to know…

Rafe stood then, pulling me with him so I was pressed against his body, my feet off the ground as he held me. “I have a surprise for you.”

“We have a surprise for you,” Jordan said. “But yeah, it was mainly Rafe’s idea.”

“It was mainly my money,” Rafe corrected, “which doesn’t even matter. All that matters is we need to get out of here so I can fuck you.”

I was already nodding. A tap on his shoulder had us turning to Mattie. “You said I could have a few drinks first,” she said, pouting.

Rafe’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “I have drinks on the plane, come on.”

Just like that, without even a sip of alcohol had, we left the club. “I mean, you could have just surprised me at the hotel,” I told Mattie as we walked out into the cool night air.

She pouted even harder. “I thought they’d let us have at least a few hours of drinks and dancing, but you were just too hot for them to ignore.”

Shouts rang out as the paparazzi noticed us emerge. Once they realized that Rafe and Jordan were with us this time—and that both of them were holding my hand, one on either side—they exploded toward us. Thankfully the car was already waiting, and we were inside before anyone could get too close.

“Shit,” I said, breathless. “They’re vultures.”

Looking out the window, I saw that the prince’s security followed in a second car, making sure no one else trailed us. “Will they be coming wherever we go?” I asked.

“Nope,” Rafe said. “This one is family only.”

They had me super intrigued now. In the car the five of us chatted, and it was such a warm comfort to be together with them again. It had been a long time since we could all hang out like this.

When we pulled up at the airfield, I grabbed onto Rafe. “Where are you taking us?”

He just grinned, that devastatingly handsome face of his giving nothing away. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

He nodded. “Good.”

And that was all there was to it. As we boarded the plane, the drivers brought suitcases in after us. Mattie shot me a smirk. “I packed for you. Because I’m an awesome friend like that.”

Pulling free from my princes for a beat, I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re the best fucking friend a girl could hope for. I love you.”

She returned my hug with enough force to crack a few ribs. “I love you too.”

The captain’s voice interrupted our moment, telling everyone to take their seats. We all settled into the white captain’s chairs, and in only a few minutes, we were taxiing down the runway.

“One of you’d better spill about where we are going,” I said, crossing my arms.

None of them would say a word though. I was pretty sure Nolan didn’t even know, but as always, he went along with all the plans.

“It’s going to be a long flight,” Rafe told me. “You should get comfortable.”

At that moment I knew our destination wasn’t anywhere in New America, so we were no doubt heading back to the Switzerlands. It really didn’t matter anyway, as long as we were all together.

“Does Wainwright know we won't be at work on Monday?” I asked Mattie.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “He’s been informed not to expect us back for at least a week. Or longer.”

Bubbles of excitement filled my stomach, and I wondered how someone could feel so much happiness from the simplest of things. “This is the best birthday ever,” I said softly. “Thank you all.”

Rafe replied by unbuckling me and hauling me across the aisle into his lap. “Get some sleep, baby,” he murmured, sliding his nose along my jaw. “You’re going to need it.”

Fuck. Yeah, I wasn't getting any sleep now.

As my body ached for release, I squirmed on his lap, and he wrapped a strong arm around me. “Stop moving, princess, or you’re going to give everyone here a little show.”

“Two tickets to the show!” Nolan shouted from a few seats back.

I leaned out into the aisle to see him. “Two?”

He shrugged. “One ticket just sounds so lonely.”

I snorted as Rafe hauled me back into his lap. This time I settled down against him, sighing at how much I loved being in his arms. The only way this would be better was if Jordan were with us, but I’d switch out soon enough.

At some point we all fell asleep, waking up to sunshine and the captain announcing we were landing. Getting off Rafe’s lap, I stretched, and as hungry eyes captured my attention, I smirked at Jordan. “Going to tell me where we are yet?”

He returned that smirk with one of his own. “You’re about to find out…”





White sand beaches, crystal clear, aqua waters, and the most perfect, white beach mansion that I’d ever seen. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, standing there in my black dress after having flown across the world and taken a car and then boat ride until we’d ended up here.