The Crown Jewels (17 page)

She writhed below me, her body pressing up against mine eagerly, her mouth opening, inviting me deeper into her. I moaned against her, kissing her over and over, my hunger surging to painful peaks.

My lips trailed down as I ran my tongue along the length of her slender neck. She groaned, her hands sinking into my hair, pulling me closer. My head dipped down, my tongue sliding along her collarbone, over the tops of her creamy mounds. I slipped my hand inside her silk blouse, inside her lacy bra, pulling out her beautiful breasts, my mouth engulfing her hard nipple.

“Will,” she murmured, “oh, Will…” She arched her back, her head falling back as I devoured her, my tongue swirling around her tightened nipple, her warmth intoxicating, my heart beat pounding in my ears.

I broke away, and leaned down, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to the huge bed. I laid her down gently on it, and stood back up as I began removing my clothes.

She reached out and I shook my head slowly.

“Not yet, hjärtat,” I whispered. “I say when…”

Her eyes widened, the lust I felt coursing through my veins reflected in them. She bit her lip again as she watched me undress.

I stood in front of her, naked, hard, starving for her. She watched me carefully as I knelt on the bed, reaching out to unbutton her silk shirt. The tiny round buttons reminded me of the first time we’d been together, and I smiled at her.

“It’s been way too long, hjärtat,” I said, as I pushed the shirt from her shoulders. “I’ve imagined fucking you a million times, Jewels. A million different ways. In a million different places,” I whispered before brushing my lips against hers quickly. My hands traveled down her arms, outlining the swell of her breast with my fingertips, and trailing down her stomach and to her side. I grasped her skirt in my fingers, drawing the long zipper down slowly. The flesh of her hips came into view as the fabric parted.

“Lift,” I demanded. She obeyed with a barely discernible moan.

“Good girl,” I whispered, smiling as her lips parted, her tongue darting out once more to moisten them.

“Do you remember the fun we had, Jewels?” She nodded.

“Yes,” I agreed, “me, too.” She whimpered below me, her back arching up towards me, a silent plea.

“Do you remember the things I used to do to you, hjärtat?” She nodded silently again. I laid on top of her almost naked body, the only thing left between our skin was the soft lace of her underwear. I reached down, unfastening the tiny clasp between her breasts, pulling it apart to reveal the beautiful breasts that had haunted my nights. My hands caressed them, pinching her hard nipples until she gasped.

“Do you remember our safe word, hjärtat?”

“Yes,” she replied, breathlessly.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“Will,” she said, her voice quivering.

“That’s not it, now is it?” I said, pinching her nipple just a little harder. It was taking all my strength to tease her like this, but it was worth it to see her squirming again under my fingers. “Tell me, Jewels.”

“Cinderella,” she said, with a daring smile as she met my gaze. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, the one that got away, the single woman that I couldn’t forget, and she was lying naked in front of me once again, writhing under my touch.

Somewhere, somehow, I’d done at least one thing right. I wasn’t sure which path I’d taken to make this possible, in fact, I didn’t give a fuck how it happened, but at that moment, in the fire lit darkness of the Blue Room of Drottningholm Palace, I was a blessed man.

“Very good,” I said. “Now, take off your panties.”

A slow devilish grin spread across her face, and she reached down, pulling the sides of her panties down and over her luscious thighs.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” I growled, smiling down at Jewels as I slipped on a condom. I reached out, caressing her face again before I lowered my head to hers, our lips colliding together, her thighs parting, welcoming me, wrapping around me as I slid into her. Her smooth warm center enveloped my cock, one delectable inch at a time.

We moved as one, our hips dancing, our limbs tangled together as I kissed her deeply. She felt better that I remembered, our bodies fitting together like they were made for each other.

I reached down, wrapping a handful of her long auburn curls around my fingers and gently tugging. Her eyes flew open, as I pulled back on her hair and thrust into her deeply.

“Tell me, hjärtat, say it,” I insisted. “You know how I like to hear it. You know what it does to me.”

“Fuck me, Will, please fuck me,” she begged. I watched her face as ecstasy washed over it, making me feel like the luckiest man in the world knowing I put it there. I let go of her hair, my hands reaching down and grabbing her hips, my fingers sinking into the delicate flesh as I held on to her. Slowly, I pushed in deeper, staring into her eyes as I took her.

I wanted to make Jewels happy. I wanted to give her more pleasure than I felt myself. More than anything, I wanted her to feel the joy I felt when I looked at her.

My cock swelled, and I thrust into her harder, deeper, over and over and over until we were both sweating, our bodies slick with the fruits of our desire. Faster, harder, I began pounding into her as her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as she thrust against me, her sweet pussy quivering and spasming around me.

Her entire body stiffened around me, and the blush against her cheeks deepened, the firelight dancing across her bare skin as I hammered into her, her body crashing over the edge, pulsing around me, pulling me with her until I exploded inside of her, waves of sweet release washing over me. My name fell across her lips, her whisper so sweet to my ears.

Gently, I pulled away from her, pulling her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest, and I inhaled deeply. The heady scent of our sex, the soft fruity smell of her hair, and the earthy, wooden smoke from the fire lured us to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JEWELS

When I woke up the next morning, my body was still singing from Will’s touch. I reached over to touch him, and he was gone.

I sighed and turned over, the event of last night replaying in my head. I was relieved to tell Will there was never a baby. Not that that seemed to even matter anymore. So much had happened since I’d arrived, the things that occurred ten years ago seemed completely irrelevant.

But somehow, he’d managed to take me right back there. I’d almost forgotten we were in the castle last night. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me, the way he moved inside of me - all of it brought me back, reminding me of just how he affected me, the way he made my body feel alive in a way that I’d never felt since.

I wanted him again. Now. And he was nowhere to be found. Reluctantly, I rose from bed. My suitcase sat by the door, a silent reminder of my plans to leave.

Did fucking Will change anything? It certainly didn’t change the fact that someone had tried to plant Vicky’s crown in my room. It didn’t change the fact that our private moment had been plastered all over the world for everyone to see.

But the one thing it did change was my desire to be in a different country than the one Will was in.

I ignored my suitcase and walked into the huge marble bathroom. A large, claw foot bathtub stood in the corner, calling my name. I turned on the faucet, letting the hot water steam up the room. An antique cabinet stood nearby, the top stacked with various creams and lotions and other colorful concoctions. I poured a thick, green liquid, that I hoped were bubbles, into the water.

I watched as the tub filled, the bubbles piling up vigorously around the rim of the tub.

Slowly, I slipped down into the soothing water, my skin stinging from the heat. Will’s face, Will’s hands, Will’s lips…my head was spinning with thoughts of him, and I knew I’d never be able to regain my senses until I gave in to the thoughts. My hands trailed up, caressing my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, running over the places where I could still feel Will’s hands on me. My fingers slipped down between my legs, my lips still swollen from desire. Slowly, I ran my fingers over my clit, electric shocks of pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned, my back arching, my body aching to feel Will inside me again.

I wasn’t fooling myself, even if last night had been amazing. Even if it had been everything I’d imagined and more. Even if, deep down, I wanted to spend the rest of my life obeying Will’s every command that he whispered in my ear.

None of those things mattered. In the light of day, what mattered was reality. And the reality that we were dealing with was a million miles away from the passion we’d shared last night.

But right now? I could pretend, just for a few moments before whatever awful thing was on the agenda for the day. I gave in, sinking into the water, my fingers firm and purposeful as I brought myself to the delicious edge again.

I was almost there, lost in my thoughts, my head leaning back on the tub’s edge, my hand furiously working to find the relief that I desperately needed. I imagined the look on Will’s face as he slid inside of me, the way my body seemed to take over, clenching on to him, refusing to let go until he came with me, his cock swelling inside of me until I —

“Julia!”

I froze. Mortified. Begging once again to that elusive guardian angel that I was somehow imagining things and that I didn’t really hear Vicky call my name, silently begging that very angel that when I opened my eyes, the Queen of fucking Sweden wouldn’t be standing there in the bathroom with me.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. My guardian angel had failed me, once again.

Indeed, the Queen of Sweden, Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, Vicky, my soon-to-be Stepmother, towered over the tub that I was lying in. Not just lying in. Practically rubbing my vagina raw in, thinking about her son’s princely treasures.

I’d never been more thankful for the existence of bubbles in my life.

“V-Vicky,” I stuttered, crossing my arms over my chest and sinking down further into the water. She looked like something out of a dream as the hot steam floated between us.

I prayed once again that she was, but when she grabbed a towel and threw it at me, her face set in what was quickly becoming a familiar rage, I knew for sure that guardian angels didn’t exist.
Those deserting bitches
, I thought.

“We need to talk,” Vicky commanded, before turning and walking out the door.

I sighed.

It’s time to leave,
I thought.
If Will wants me, he can follow me. I didn’t deserve this anger from the Queen.

I exited the bathroom wearing a thick, white terry cloth robe with a huge gold monogram on the back. I wished more than ever that I was back at home, in my own apartment, in my own country. In my own cheap, threadbare bathrobe.

“I’ve done some digging on you, Julia,” she started right in.
Digging
, I thought.
Lovely.

I sat down on the couch, my head filled with images of Will kissing me as we sat there last night in front of the fire. I pushed them away and looked at Vicky expectantly.

“You and Wilhelm reportedly had quite a fling,” she said.

“We dated, yes,” I replied. I was done keeping secrets. I’d tell her anything she wanted, at this point, if she’d just stop looking at me like that.

“According to my resources, you were very involved. Very intimate.”

I blushed. Was all of this really necessary?

“Which is apparent, by the tape that was released,” she said, her words clipped and short. She strode around the room, picking up various trinkets and looking at them as she spoke. I watched her silently from the couch, speechless and embarrassed.

“Tell me something, Julia,” she said. “What did you do about the baby?”

I gasped, shocked that she knew about the baby. Or the not-baby, rather.

“How did you know about that?” I asked.

“I have my sources, darling,” she replied. “I am the Queen, after all.”

I see where Will gets his arrogance,
I thought. Was it the curse of the Royal Family to be so damned confident?

“So, won’t you tell me? I can’t find any record of an abortion…or an adoption. Was it all a lie? A trap?”

“A trap!?” I exclaimed. “Of course not!”

“Don’t act so shocked. You wouldn’t be the first girl who thought she could get something out of Will.” She paused, and my mouth dropped in shock. “Well? I’m waiting. You owe me an explanation, Julia.”

I shook my head slowly. “I-I was never pregnant. It was a false positive…”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, thank God for that,” she said quickly.

Something snapped inside of me. I was so over it. So over her accusing me of doing things I hadn’t done. Accusing me of lying, or trying to trap Will. I would never have done such a thing.

I stood up slowly and faced her.

“Vicky, I know you’re the Queen. And I understand you’re marrying my father. I even understand you have a country to represent and protect,” I said, my voice rising higher with each word. My heart pounded in my chest. “But no matter who you are, or how things
appear
to you, you have no right to accuse me of stealing, of lying, or attempting to trap your son.”

Her eyes widened in shock as I finished. My voice threatened to crack, and I swallowed hard.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch,” I said, turning and walking into the closet, leaving her alone in the bedroom. When I was out of site, I leaned heavily against the wall, biting my lip and holding my breath until I heard her leave.

I crumpled to the ground in tears.

WILL

To avoid having to explain to any prying eyes why I was leaving Jewel’s room in the morning, I left her sleeping and snuck back to my own bed, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep that was filled with sensual dreams of her.

The pleasure of reliving the incredible sex we’d just had played out in my head while I slept, and I lost myself in them.

Jewels, on top of me, riding me, leaning down to kiss me passionately, her full breasts bouncing up and down. Jewel’s mouth engulfing my cock, her tongue sliding up and down my shaft wickedly. Her soft skin sliding along mine, my hands caressing every inch of her. I pulled her back up, sliding back into her soft, warm center. She smiled down at me, her lust filled green eyes shining with satisfaction. She leaned down, shifting her weight, licking my face with her long tongue over and over.