Page 75 of Queen Of Clubs
“Traitors,” Zane grumbles, then looks to Calvin. “Fine. But don’t think you’re in charge of anything. You're tagging along with us. So stay away from me, and don’t get on my nerves.”
“And he calls you a brat,” Calvin chuckles, kissing my cheek. I bite my lips together while holding back a grin.
“Does Zaney need a spanky?” Griffin taunts. “I sure would love to get you over my knees and spank that sexy ass until you're cumming—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Zane snarls, glaring at Griffin. Griffin just grins wider.
“How about you shut me up, you big alpha.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” Zane grins. “A mouth full of my fat cock.”
“Fucking hell,” Calvin groans in annoyance. “It’s not even the sharing part I’m not on board with. It’s this,” he huffs, tossing a hand out at the guys. “They’re like a group of horny gay teenagers.”
All three guys’ heads turn toward us and say, “Bi.”
I can’t help but giggle. This—this is what I missed. The guys still act like they did back when we were growing up, messing around. Only now that they’re open about their feelings for one another, it’s filled with a lot of dirty-minded thoughts, sexual innuendos, and outright crass words.
“Let’s go before the three of you start fucking right here just to prove a point,” Calvin sighs, placing his arm around my waist and guiding me toward the door.
“Wait.” I look over my shoulder, playing along. “I wanna see them fuck.”
“Darling,” Calvin growls. I look up at him with a grin and wink. “Brat.”
I shrug, owning it.
“WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL me English accents were so sexy?” I mutter as we step away from the very attractive alpha who was kind enough to give us directions. As soon as he opened his mouth, my body flushed. I’m going to have to start looking for audiobooks with British narrators just so I can listen to them talk.
All four guys turn their possessive gazes on me, low rumbling growls sounding from their chests. I bite my lower lip, loving the spike of jealousy from all of them.
“If you want an accent, Jelly Bean, we can role-play.” Griffin gives me a sexy grin as he grabs my ass, pulling me to his body.
“You can do a British accent?” I ask, raising an amused brow.
“Can’t be that hard.” He shrugs, then clears his throat. “Ello gov’ner, fancy a spot of tea and crumpets?” he says in the world’s worst British accent.
I blink at him for a moment before bursting out into laughter, the rest of the guys joining me.
“What?” Griffin growls. “Oh, fuck off, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Please,” I beg through a wheezing laugh. “Never, ever do that again.”
“You're mean.” He pouts.
“Oh, stop.” I giggle, leaning up on my tip-toes. “You’re cute,” I say with a quick kiss to his lips. But he groans, his hand going to the back of my head to keep me in place as he deepens it.
“Enough,” Calvin sighs. “You're making our omega perfume, and I’d rather not murder anyone today.”
When Griffin pulls back, I look up at him and smile. Today is a good day, and God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy.
“Hear that?” Griffin teases the guys. “I’m cute.”
They just roll their eyes as Griffin wraps his arm around my shoulders and we continue our walk to Windsor Castle.
We take our time, really enjoying every bit we see. The guys go photo crazy, and I’m the main focal point of most of them. I don’t mind, Griffin’s silliness makes me genuinely smile. A good chunk of them are candid photos, and honestly, I like those the best.
So far, no one has noticed the guys. Mostly because we’re grouped with a bunch of older tourists, and the guys are dressed pretty casually with plain T-shirts, jeans, and sunglasses. I’m sure it won’t be long before a fan recognizes them, calls them out, and everyone comes swarming, ruining our time out. I’ll enjoy it while I can.
“Look!” Griffin points to where the guards are standing. “Everett, come take a photo with me and the guard.”