Dirty Royal: A Bad Boy Royal Romance (9 page)

I need him, too.

More than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone.

The knowledge of this hits me in the same wave as a powerful bolt of lust shoots to my center, and my breath hitches in my throat.

Then his hands are back on me, working in tandem with his lips to drive me close to the brink.

He strokes every inch of me with the soft pads of his fingers, working his way down past my waist and right to the already-soaked folds between my legs. At his touch, I spread my thighs wide for him, the throbbing building up mercilessly in my core. He pulls back to look at me, the half-smile lighting up his face threatening to ignite the sheets on fire.

“God, you’re hot for me.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I need you.”

“Only me.”

“Only you.”

Then he flips me in one swift motion and I know exactly what he wants. I arch my back as I steady myself on my hands and knees, pressing my pussy and ass back toward him as he stands at the foot of the bed. Without hesitation, he buries his face between my legs, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely tolerate the sensation. I cry out as my hips jerk back and forth, trying to get away from a pleasure so powerful it hurts, but Alec’s hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place.

“Take it,” he says between long strokes of his tongue. “Take it. You have no choice.
Take it
.”

At his words, I come so hard that the edges of my vision blur and I press my face into the mattress to muffle my screams.

Only when my quaking has begun to subside does he push me forward on the bed and climb on behind me, lining up his cock with my entrance.

“Ask for it,” he commands, and my body responds with another gush of wetness.

I can’t find the words.

“
Ask for it,
” he says again, his voice sharper, the head of his cock insistent at my slit.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me. Please.
Please
. I beg you.”

Only when I’m crying out for it does Alec thrust his hips forward, filling me to the hilt in a single stroke.

I come again right away, my muscles clenching around the incredible thickness of him. Despite all the hours we’ve spent in bed since we met, my body still has to adjust to his size, and as it does I can feel every ridge, every vein.

He stays embedded deep inside me, a hand on the back of my neck, holding my head down, until my hips start to writhe again, and then he draws himself out slowly. He stops when just the head of his cock remains inside of me, and I can’t take it. I want him back inside of me, I have to have him, I need it now, now,
now
.

My frantic attempts to push myself back onto his length are met with the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard, and then he humors me by slamming in again.

He’s driving me wild.

Alec fucks me right to the edge of another intense orgasm, and then—when I’m right there—he ups the ante, taking his hands from my waist and sliding them down to my ass, spreading my cheeks even wider. He presses his cock in another inch, then licks a finger…

…and presses it right against my asshole.

I gasp, but I don’t fight it, so lost in him, so filled by him, that arguing doesn’t even cross my mind.

“Let me in,” he says, his voice soft but filled with authority.

“How?” I breathe, almost unable to speak.

“Relax.”

At this order, I feel every muscle in my body loosen. Alec presses his finger inside my ass up to his first knuckle, and the sensation is so intense, so unfamiliar, so dirty that I cry out.

“Let it happen,” he says gently, and I let a breath out, trying to relax, trying to do as he says.

He drills his finger in farther. It feels huge, he’s stretching me out and going so deep. I want to wriggle my hips, but I stay still, because pleasing him in this moment is all I want to do…

He pushes in, in, in as I let out little whimpers, little cries of pleasure and pain, and after a minute my asshole is clenching around the full length of his finger.

Then comes the master stroke.

Alec reaches around with his other hand and puts one finger on my clit, then drags his cock out of my pussy again, inch by inch.

“Ready?” he says, lust lacing his voice.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I am so far gone that my words come in threes.

In the same moment he drives his cock home, he swirls his finger over my clit, his finger held firmly in my ass.

The blinding orgasm that engulfs me assails all my senses and consumes my entire being. It overwhelms me. Ruins me.
 

Saves me.
 

Chapter 18

Alec

We’re twenty minutes in to a skull-numbingly boring meeting about goddamn public relations strategy and a trip I’m supposed to take to a local school next week when my father abruptly changes the topic.

“Have you sent the girl home, Alexander?”

The girl.

Jesus.

There is no way on earth that she could ever go back to being just “the girl.” Not after the conversation we had at dinner three days ago.

I learned something about her during our dinner date that I’m certain I would never have known otherwise. Jessica doesn’t seem like the type to wear past hardships on her sleeve—she’s too confident, too self-assured for that—but clearly she wanted me to know that the boundary she set on our first “date” wasn’t something she pulled out of thin air. She had her reasons.

I only wish we’d had more time to talk about the things that matter.

Instead, I’ve spent the last two days attending events all over the capitol city and throughout the rest of the country. It’s media appearance after media appearance. I know it’s part of being a prince, but the scheduling has been oddly heavy. I bet it’s to keep me away from Jessica.

That girl.

Aside from that, my father is the fucking King of Saintland. He doesn’t need to ask me this question. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s had people keeping tabs on her since we arrived.

I look at him as he sits across from me at his desk and choose, at the last moment, not to make a snide comment. “No,” I answer.

He puts down his pen and looks up at me. “What’s causing the delay?”

“What’s causing the hurry?”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Alexander,” my brother says, clearly agitated. “For once, can’t you—?”

My father silences him with a wave. “I thought my directive was clear, son.”

I look from him to Marcus with narrowed eyes. “What’s clear to me is that you find her presence distasteful and you want her out of the country. I’m not sorry to say I disagree with that assessment.”

The King of Saintland leans back in his chair.

“Alexander, this isn’t a personal judgment against the girl.”

“
The girl
,” I repeat after him, my tone acidic. “Her name is Jessica Reeves, which I’m sure you’ve already learned from Nate. I know he slips you pertinent information.”

He holds up his hands in deference. “I’m sure Ms. Reeves is a fine young woman, but the important thing to do right now is to rebuild your reputation.”

“My
reputation
?”

“Yes. It does us no favors if the tabloids—.”

“The tabloids will print whatever they damn well please, and we all know it.”

“This is a matter of…”

His voice fades out as I’m gripped by an idea that rises in my mind like the sun, at first just peeking over the horizon before popping forth and blinding me with its light.

I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.

I can’t believe I didn’t see all this for what it was.

I stand up abruptly from the table. “This discussion is over.”

“Sit down, Alexander, we’re not through—.”

“We
are
through, unless you’re ready to
swear
that you haven’t been manipulating my schedule for the past two days to keep me away from her.” If my gut feeling proves right, the breakneck scheduling will continue until Jessica is safely back in the United States, away from the prying eyes of the Saintland media, and I’m free to become just another pawn in my father’s political games.

The silence hangs between us for one beat, two, and then my father cuts his eyes away from me to look at Marcus.

The glance tells me all I need to know.

“I see. Your Majesty,” I say, keeping my voice steady, its tone frigid, “I’ve been called away on urgent business. You’ll forgive my abrupt departure.”

Before he can say another word, I’m out the door and gone.

I can hear Jessica laughing as I approach her suite in the Northern Crown. It sounds like Claire is inside the room with her.

Sure enough, the companion I’ve contracted to make sure that Jessica wants for nothing while she is here answers the door. Behind her, Jessica sits on the floor amongst a pile of shopping bags and parcels. The two women have obviously been sorting through and admiring her purchases them.

“Your highness!” Claire says, inclining her head at me.

I smile back at her. “Are you two enjoying yourselves?”

“Yes!” Jessica says, although when she catches sight of my face, her smile slips a little. “Claire took me sightseeing earlier today, and then shopping. You’re too much, Alec.”

“Not possible,” I say, crossing the room and leaning down to kiss her cheek. When I straighten up, Claire has her purse slung over her arm and is standing next to the door. That woman can really read a room.

“Goodnight, your highness,” she says, giving a little wave. “Ms. Reeves.”

“Please, call me Jessica!”

“Jessica.” With a grin, Claire slips out the door, pulling it quietly shut behind her.

Jessica rises to her feet and puts her arms around my neck, kissing me softly. The tension goes out of my shoulders at her touch, and after a moment she pulls back to look into my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is it so obvious?” I ask, giving her a half-smile meant to throw her off the trail leading to my irritation with my father and brother.

“Yes,” she says, her expression serious.

For a long, silent moment, I search for the words to describe the situation with my father and brother, but there’s no way I can say it without further complicating things.

It’s then that I decide, once and for all, that this entire thing is bordering on the absurd. I am the second prince of Saintland. I will never be the king. I will represent the royal family, yes, but it’s my brother who will reign. There is no reason why I can’t have a private life of my own choosing.

There’s no reason why I can’t build that life with Jessica.

“You know, it’s nothing,” I say to her, leaning down to kiss the hollow between her shoulder and collarbone. “Now that I’m with you, nothing can be wrong. It’s all very right.”

“If you say so,” she says, a wicked gleam twinkling in her eyes.

That’s my cue.
 

Chapter 19

Jessica

I’m almost positive that Alec blew off his entire afternoon schedule in exchange for a romp in bed with me. Something about it seems risky—isn’t he a prince? Doesn’t he have
obligations
? I quickly erase those thoughts as his hands caress my breasts, embrace my waist, and tease the folds between my legs.

After all, I’m the one who’s always been an advocate of doing what feels right.

Being with him feels
so
right.

I just wish that being here, in Saintland, felt as perfect as driving through the countryside surrounding Sainthall.

But even when Alec masterfully works my body into an orgasm or three, something continues to nag at me.

What is causing the tension lines around his eyes?

When we were together in New York, he never seemed to worry about anything. He was free as a bird. The only constraints were the ones I put on the two of us, and now, looking back, I wish I hadn’t done that.

As Nate drives us through the streets of the city while the sun fades in a flush of brazen red and orange hues into the landscape for the night, I consider how best to broach this subject with him. It’s not that I’m having a bad time—far from it.

Maybe it’s just the weight of his responsibilities now that he has returned to the kingdom.

I have no idea what it’s like to be a prince. It’s probably much more fun in my imagination than it is in real-life.

I take hold of his hand and scoot closer to him, the fine fabric of my dress gliding easily across the leather seats. When we were finished in bed—well, when we took a break in bed, I doubt we’ll ever truly be finished—Alec summoned my team together. They came rolling in as soon as I stepped out of the shower.

“Come in, come in,” he said, flashing his perfect smile. Soon the suite was filled with a playful banter as they went to work on adorning me for our dinner date.

He’s taking me to one of his favorite places—the Knight’s Cap. The dress code isn’t quite as stringent as the one at the Diamond Circle, but the dress I chose from the racks is still elegant and regal. I feel very Kate Middleton.

Once we’re seated at a private table overlooking the canal and our first glasses of wine have been poured, I look across the table to admire the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“So,” I say, pausing to take a sip of my wine. “Are you planning to tell me what’s making you so tense?”

He laughs, leaning toward me. “How could I be tense after the afternoon we just had?”

I can’t help but grin back at him. “You’ve just been awfully busy since we landed here, and sometimes there’s a strained look in your eyes…”

Alec sighs a little, the light in his eyes dimming. “We’ve come to that crossing, haven’t we?”

“I did tell you about Michael. Trust me, I only talk about that when absolutely necessary.”

“All right. Fine. The truth is…” He looks down into his wine as he swirls it absentmindedly in his glass before drawing a long sip. “The truth is that my father isn’t very pleased with what I’ve done.”

“Going to New York?”

“That…and bringing back an American woman to…date.” The word “date” is a loaded term, encompassing everything we’ve done together and promising all the possibilities for the future.