Page 21 of The King's Boy

Didn't mean I wasn't going to do something about it.

It was easy to grab Spencer because he hadn't put on his seatbelt yet—something I would scold him about later—and settled him on my lap.

"Who are you going to go see, Spencer?"

Spencer shook his head again.

There was something welling up inside of me at his refusal to tell me who he was going to go see. I wouldn't call it jealousy per say, but it did demand that I know who this person is.

I gently grasped Spencer's jaw and raised his head until our eyes met. I was grateful to not see fear in his eyes, but there was something there. Something I couldn't define.

"Tell me."

Spencer's silver eyes sparkled like diamonds. "Make me."

Oh, the things I do in the pursuit of information.

I slid my hand around to the nape of Spencer's neck and pulled him closer until our mouths were a breath away from each other. I stared into his amazing silver eyes for a moment before my gaze dropped to his lips.

How I wished we were already back at the house. I had so many ideas swirling in my head about what I would do if we were alone. None of them were appropriate for an audience, and we had one. My driver and every person we passed on the street.

That didn't mean I couldn't kiss him.

I leaned down until our mouths met and then stroked my tongue along the seam of his lips. I heard a small gasp and Spencer shuddered against me, his hands clutching at my arms.

It was a very good response.

I stroked my tongue over Spencer's, causing him to let out a moan at the taste. Spencer opened his mouth as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. I explored every inch of his mouth, stroking my tongue against his, delving deep to explore the recesses of his mouth.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Spencer as I adjusted our position. Spencer started rocking his hips, rolling his groin over mine. I groaned as I felt myself getting hard. I was getting worked up as I started to move my lips down Spencer's jaw, tasting every inch of his skin as I moved down.

The sudden sound of a horn honking and a jarring stop yanked me from the pleasure I was drowning in. Spencer whined when I pulled back, and let me tell you, that was a huge ego boost, but if we continued as we were, I had no doubt that my driver would get quite the show.

"Who are you going to go see?" I asked again.

Dazed eyes blinked up at me.

"Spencer?"

"My...my aunt."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

I didn't understand this overwhelming feeling of possessiveness I felt toward Spencer, but I couldn't deny that it was there. The thought of him going to see some nameless, faceless man made me want to kill said person.

Aunt I could work with.

"Why?"

A crinkle of skin appeared between Spencer's manicured eyebrows. "Why what?"

"Why are you going to go see your aunt?"

"Because someone is trying to kill me," Spencer replied in a surprisingly sarcastic tone. "Getting out of town seemed like the thing to do."

I could see where he would think that, but still... "You will stay with me."

I wasn't giving him an option.