Free King's Pleasure by Adrianne Byrd Page B

his arms and waited.
    “Look, I don’t know why the girl broke into the place, but I swear I thought she lived there.”
    “…Because she was sooo forthcoming with her name?”
    Jeremy ground his teeth. “Fine. Maybe it was a little lapse in judgment—a little one—because I can’t say that I’m at all sorry for hooking up with Baby Girl. I mean…” He shook his head as erotic memories scrolled through his head.
    “Damn, are you going to start drooling now? You take thinking with the wrong head to a whole new level.” Q rolled his eyes and resumed his march toward the offices on the other side of the club.
    “Whatever,” Jeremy said, rolling his eyes behind Q’s back. “You need to climb off your high horse. It’s not like you’ve never been led astray by a big butt and a smile.”
    Quentin held up a pointed finger and opened his mouth to rebut the charge, but then clearly thought better of whatever lie he was about to tell and admitted, “We’re not talking about me. What’s with you Kings always flipping the script?”
    Jeremy smirked. “Stop preaching and there won’t be a problem.”
    “The only problem we have right now is your mouth,” Q said, charging into Jeremy’s office. “We’re going to put an end to this right now.” He started jerking and slamming desk drawers.
    “Mind if I ask what the hell you’re doing?” Jeremy closed the door, and then folded his arms.
    Q ignored him for about a full minute until he found what he was looking for. “Ah! I found it.” He jerked out a ruler. “How about we put some money where your lying mouth is?” Before Jeremy could answer, Q started unbuttoning his pants.
    “What the hell?”
    “Hundred dollars says I’m bigger than you.” He unzipped his pants.
    Jeremy’s laughter exploded in the room, but just as quickly, he had to clutch his throbbing jaw. “Man, don’t make me laugh. I don’t want to take your money. It’ll be like taking candy from a baby.”
    “Scared?” Q’s confident smile stretched wider. “Two hundred.”
    “Q, man—”
    “Cluck, cluck, cluck.”
    “You’re clucking?” His face twisted. “Man, you sound like a chicken on crack.”
    “C’mon, big boy. There’s two hundred dollars on the table. Put up or shut up.”
    Jeremy caught the greedy gleam in his cousin’s eyes. “You’re serious?”
    “As a heart attack.”
    “A’ight. Bet.” Jeremy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as he moved closer to the desk. “Time to shut you down.”
    “On the count of three,” Quentin said. “One, two…three!”
    The cousins whipped out their cocks at the same moment Delilah burst through the door. “Jeremy, I heard that— What the hell!” She turned her head away.
    Jeremy and Quentin quickly crammed themselves back into their pants.
    “Uh, sorry about that, Dee,” Jeremy said sheepishly, as his face burned with embarrassment.
    Delilah peeked back over her shoulder to make sure that the coast was clear. She turned around with her hands on her hips. “Let me guess—another bet?”
    “Hell, while you’re in here, maybe you can just be the judge,” Quentin suggested, reaching for his zipper again.
    “Uh-uh-uh. Don’t you dare,” Delilah warned before Q whipped it out again. “What the hell is wrong with you two? Does everything have to be a damn competition?”
    “It’ll just take a second,” Quentin said, unmoved by her outrage.
    “No!”
    Jeremy laughed. “I guess it would be considered unprofessional.”
    “You think?” Delilah shook her head and then finally took a good look at her boss’s face. “Ohmigod! What happened?” She rushed over to Jeremy and grabbed the sides of his face so that she could take a good look.
    “Ssss.” Jeremy winced. “Careful. I’m not sure my jaw isn’t broken.”
    “Then why aren’t you at the hospital or something?”
    “Because Q thought it was much more important for us to measure his dick.”
    Quentin rolled his eyes. “Whatever, cuz. You owe me