Dirty Royal: A Bad Boy Royal Romance (12 page)

His whisper in my ear almost sets me off again.

“Is this too much for you, sweet thing?”

“No,” I answer, my voice choked with need. The pent-up desire is already becoming overwhelming.

“Do you like losing a little bit of control?”

“A little bit,” I whisper.

“Does it feel good to give yourself to me?” His hand slips down from my waist and lands between my legs, his fingers insistent, plying. I spread my legs wider and he rubs my clit in leisurely circles.

“
Yes
,” I say, the word dragging out almost into a hiss.

“How much of you can I have?”

“All of me.” I am breathless, wanting. Every inch of me is his.

“Are you…entirely sure?”

“Yes. I’m yours. All yours. I—I love you.”

His muscles tense when I say it, but when he brings his lips back to my ear, I hear a smile in his voice. “I love
you
, Jessica. Now climb up onto the bed. On your hands and knees.”

He guides me to the edge of the bed and I scramble up, steadying myself on my hands and knees, and spread my thighs wide.

“You are perfection.”

“Please, fuck me, Alec,
please
.” I can’t wait any longer. I need this. I have to have it. I need
you
. All of you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I can?”

That’s what I told him when he arrived.

“As hard as you can.”

He runs his hands down over my waist, but instead of slipping two fingers inside my sopping pussy, he spreads my ass cheeks. “Put your head down, reach back, and hold yourself open,” he orders, and I obey.

The next moment, something cool makes contact with the puckered opening, and Alec’s finger is on it, massaging it. It feels so dirty, so intense, that I’m shaking, struggling to hold myself open for him even though I want nothing more in the entire world than to feel him overtake me.

“Relax,” he says gently, and my body reacts to his voice, the muscles loosening.

He works one finger inside my asshole as I quake on the bed beneath him, but when he pulls it out, it’s immediately replaced by something much thicker.

“What—?”

“Shh,” he says. “You can handle it. You’re going to love this, Jessica mine.”

I let out a shuddering breath and do as he says, allowing the object to fill me.

It’s thick but perfectly smooth, and Alec presses it into me inch by inch, letting it spread me open. The sensation is without a doubt the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. My opening can just barely accommodate what he’s inserting, but the stretching delivers such a pleasant burning sensation that I’m almost sad when he gives it one more firm push and the ring of muscle clamps down over a thinner section.

In that moment, I feel filled.

“I wish you could see yourself right now.”

“I wish you would fuck me right now!”

He laughs, the sound rich and sexy, and then he’s rammed his rock-hard cock into my cunt and I’m doubly filled to the hilt, taking me right up to the crest of a climax. I’m there, and then I fall, tumbling into sheer, radiant pleasure.

Chapter 24

Alec

When the sun rises over Sainthall, I kiss Jessica’s forehead and slide out of bed.

The electrified passion we shared last night unlocked something in my heart. It may sound profoundly unmanly, but it’s the absolute goddamned truth. Jessica’s only worry was that she was ruining things for me. Underneath her indomitable spirit and independent need to tackle her own problems and make changes in her life, she is also profoundly sensitive to the effects that her decisions have on other people. I see now what she meant when she said she considered every life-upending move or shift thoroughly, from start to finish, before she makes it.

Jessica has put herself in a vulnerable position by coming to Saintland.

She put herself in a vulnerable position every time we’re together in bed, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

It turns out she’s a tigress who knows when a little submission will sweeten the deal.

As I slip out the back entrance of the Diamond Circle, I catch a glimpse of Nate at the wheel of an unmarked town car, idling across the alley. He’s wearing dark glasses and clutching a paper cup from a nearby coffee shop.

I pull open the back door and slide into the back seat.

“Good morning, Nate,” I say jovially. He looks back at me in the rearview mirror, lifting his glasses and shooting me an irritated glance through narrowed eyes.

“For once, couldn’t you bring Ms. Reeves back to your rooms at the palace? I wouldn’t have to be up so goddamn early.”

“
Tsk, tsk
. Such language. No, not quite yet, but if you’d be so kind as to take me there…”

Nate lets out a tired laugh and steers the car away from the curb.

At the palace, Nate lets me out at the private entrance located on the east side of the palace. It’s still so early that the only people around are the cleaning staff, so I’m virtually unnoticed as I head up the stairs to my rooms. Even Phillip doesn’t arrive until around nine, so I have plenty of time to wash off the sweat and sex from last night.

Not that I really want to, but it’s unseemly for a prince to go around smelling like he just rolled out of bed..

I stand in the shower for a full thirty minutes, letting the steaming water run down over my body and thinking about Jessica.

The bond we have, new or not, is reflected by our relationship in the bedroom. That’s not all we are together, or even all we can be together, but I know for certain that she is the only one with whom I want to explore having a future.

What sealed the deal was hearing her confess that she loved me last night.

When I think about it now, my heart thunders in my chest and I almost feel light-headed.

It’s one thing to fuck a woman so well that she never wants another man.

It’s another to know that her heart is yours and yours alone.

No one on earth will ever lay hands on her again. Except me.

Just as I belong to her, she belongs to me.

The only obstacle left is straightening things out with my father and Marcus. I can’t understand why they’re so adamant about sending her back to the United States. Marcus has had more than a few relationships with women from neighboring countries. It’s not as if there’s a precedent for only dating Saintland women, and I can hardly be blamed for the fact that Marcus is a daddy’s boy who will do anything he can to please my father, up to and including becoming involved with women who can bolster the Caldwell reign.

Well, Marcus will have to step aside on this one because I’m not backing down.

I’m also not going to let this situation get the best of me. With things between Jessica and me on such solid ground, I finally feel able to confront them without the fear of my anger bubbling over.

I step out of the shower feeling fresh and confident. In the walk-in closet, Phillip has already sorted out several outfit choices for the day. I roll my eyes. That man is almost too dedicated to his job. I choose a suit with a royal blue shirt and a neutral-colored tie. I won’t even antagonize my father by choosing a too-bold wardrobe. Not today.

Next step? Breakfast.

I order the full complement, and it arrives fifteen minutes later, piping hot on silver trays.

I linger over the food at the breakfast table, which is conveniently located in a nook with picture windows overlooking the garden.

Today I’m going to take my time.

I’ll go down to my father’s council chambers first thing so that we can clear the air and decide jointly on the best way to move forward.

No more shouting. No more accidental media sensations.

Then, I’ll go about fulfilling my schedule for the day. When those things are completed, I’ll be able to get back to Jessica and tell her what our immediate future holds. New confidence swells in my chest. Now that my mind is completely clear, I’ll be able to deal with Marcus and my father diplomatically and maturely, in a manner that guarantees my success.

Breakfast finished, I toss the napkin down onto the tray and stand up, brushing a few stray crumbs from my jacket.

I’m heading toward the door, shoulders back, chin up and feeling optimistic, when there’s a frantic knocking at the door.

My hand is almost touching the handle when it bursts open. It’s Phillip, white-faced, and he startles as he about plows into me.

“Your highness,” he gasps, putting a hand to his chest. “I’m so sorry—.”

“It’s all right,” I say, waving his apology away. “I’m off for a meeting with my father. When I come back, be ready to go over the day’s—.”

For the first time I can remember, Phillip interrupts me, his voice shaking.

“No, your highness. It’s not that. I’ve come—I’ve come to tell you—.”

I turn to face him, irritation rising in my chest. Could he possibly waste any more of my time? This level of calm and confidence isn’t guaranteed to last forever.

“Just tell me, Phillip,” I say, trying not to let my aggravation show as he gasps and sputters, his face still ashen. “Spit it out.”

“There won’t be appearances today,” he stammers, the words hitching in his throat. “Your highness, it’s your brother Marcus… He’s dead.”

Chapter 25

Jessica

Waking up in someone’s arms and knowing that he’s the man for you is the most satisfying feeling on earth…well, second only to the satisfying feeling from the wild things Alec and I spent all last night doing.

After we collapsed in exhaustion from our fucking delirious foray into ecstasy I fell asleep in his arms, but not before we had talked for what seemed like hours. We talked about everything, all those little things that make up person. Now I know his favorite candy is Daim, that he likes his movie popcorn buttered with extra salt, and once when he went fishing with his father and brother as a young child, he got his fishing hook caught in his brother’s ear. He laughed when he told me the story of the trip, but then his eyes saddened and he sighed.

“Those were the days when my brother and I used to get along with one another,” he reflected. “Marcus has been a complete ass since my father was crowned king.”

“Has he been king for a long time?”

“Eleven years now.”

I rolled over, pressing my back up against his front. “How does a person get to be king here in Saintland?”

He let out a short laugh. “By being as closely blood-related as possible to the current king.”

“Not the queen?

“Not if she’s gone by the time he takes the throne, no.”

I remembered suddenly that his mother died when he was ten, and I felt like a fool. Shit. “Oh, Alec…” It’s so damn sad. His voice clearly conveyed how dearly he had loved his mother.

Alec’s voice was soft. “It’s all right. I miss her, every day, but she suffered pretty terribly in the end. Looking back, as much as I loved her and needed her, I wouldn’t have wanted her suffering to go on any longer.”

I changed the topic.

“Who was king before your father?”

“My uncle,” Alec answered. “He wasn’t married and didn’t have any children. But don’t worry your pretty head about it, you and I will have a life outside all that. We’ll have appearances to make, of course, but the real governing will eventually be left to Marcus.”

“Hey,” I said, turning back to face him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Are you proposing?”

His teeth flashed, lighting up the dark room, as he smiled. “That would have to be the world’s most underwhelming proposal.”

“You’re right,” I said, and then a yawn overtook me. “When we get to that point, you can do it in real style.”

Alec left our bed early the next morning, the sun just beginning to peek around the edges of the curtains. After sharing a couple affectionate kisses, he closed the door quietly behind him as he left the room. I quickly fell back to sleep, slumbering so deeply it was almost like a second night’s sleep for me.

When I finally wake up, it takes me a couple minutes to gather my bearings. Stretching out across the bed, I wonder lazily what time it is. My heart pounds a little as memories from last night flood my mind. Alec knows exactly how to push my boundaries and quash any inhibitions I may have while he drives me toward the most incredible orgasms…

I can’t think about that now, otherwise I’ll spend the rest of the morning—afternoon?—fantasizing in bed.

In the shower, I replay our last conversation.
Proposing
. God! Why would I bring that up
now
? Still, he didn’t shy away from it, which tells me the idea has crossed his mind, too.

I feel so calm and relaxed as I get dressed. Alec is talking to his father today so he can figure out the next steps we have to take. Today will just be a waiting game for me, and by the time Alec returns tonight, we’ll know what the future holds for us.

The clock on my phone screen indicates it’s just after ten in the morning, so at least I haven’t slept away the afternoon. It’s a little odd that Claire hasn’t arrived yet, though. She normally appears promptly at my door every morning at 9:30. Maybe she had to do other errands today.

I pull aside the curtains adorning the window next to my bed. The weather looks so lovely out that I decide to head into the village for breakfast instead of ordering from room service. Claire gave me a stack of Saintlandian money for incidentals, so I grab my purse, first checking to make sure my wallet is inside, and head downstairs. On our shopping expeditions, we’ve passed by a quaint-looking little café several times at the end of the block.

The sun is warm on my shoulders as I make the short walk to the café. The gentle heat of the sun’s rays reminds me of Alec’s hands caressing my skin, which reminds me of…other things that send a little shiver of pleasure down my spine. I can’t help grinning, even if there’s nobody around to see it. Coming to Saintland was the right choice, I tell myself.

Within minutes, I arrive at the little restaurant. I push open the door to the café, and consumed by my thoughts, it takes me a few moments to realize that most of the tables are full, somewhat unusual for this time on a weekday morning.