by Jessa Kane
Rex bites off a laugh. “Mind your tongue.”
“Sorry,” our son mumbles. “What would you be doing without her?”
“What do you think I’d be doing?” Rex says, as if the answer should be obvious. “I’d still be coming up with ways to win her back. And why is that?”
“Because you should never, ever give up.”
“That’s right,” Rex responds, warmly. “Now take your mount to the stables and see to his care. You did very well today.”
“Bye, Da.”
I smile and lean against the tower, listening to the sound of hooves pounding in the opposite direction. My heart sighs over the bond between my king and his son. It sighs over so many things these days. A marriage that overflows with love. A flourishing kingdom.
I smooth a hand over my pregnant belly.
New life.
In my periphery, I see Rex step closer to the edge of the cliff and clasp his hands loosely behind his back, lifting his face to the sunset. I absorb the sight of him eagerly, marveling over the confidence that he wears like second skin now, making him even sexier than he was in the beginning. Back when we first admitted our love for each other. This man not only rules Downsriver with fair but firm authority, he values me as his equal partner. His co-ruler and queen. His advisor in all decisions.
I hunger for him constantly.
Especially now, with the proof of his virility growing in my belly.
All I have to do is whisper his name and he turns his head, pleasure and love blanketing his features to find me leaned against the stone tower. “God, you are a sight, Britta,” he rasps, coming toward me, eyes sweeping downward to where my full breasts are plumped in the neckline of my gown. “All covered in the golden light. An angel.”
“Your angel,” I murmur, pulling him down for a kiss.
I give him the kind of tongue that is usually reserved for our bedchamber, after dark. Opening my lips wide, lapping at his upper lip like a wanton. And he takes it hungrily, his breath running short, his erection taking mere moments to stretch up and prod the underside of my pregnant stomach. “Are you in need of my services, Your Majesty?” he says hoarsely, already reaching down to unfasten his pants. “It will be my honor to see to your pleasure.”
I skim a hand down over his bulging sex, cupping his balls firmly and listening to him choke my name. “Always so eager to serve, aren’t you?”
His groan mingles with the crashing of water on the rocks below. “Serve you? Yes.”
I increase the pressure. “Poor man. These need emptying, don’t they?”
“Yes. Please.” He ruts my hand with desperate rolls of his hips. “Allow me to empty them between the thighs of my beautiful queen.”
Our mouths collide, anxious for union. Contact. Connection.
We are equals when we sit on our thrones.
Or make decisions for our son.
But in the bedchamber, Rex is my servant, I’m his ruler, and we both relish our roles. Crave the chance to slip into them at every opportunity. Like right now, when I turn and flatten my palms on the tower. “You have my permission,” I whisper, eyes closed, chafing my nipples shamelessly against the stone.
I’m breathless. Excited.
Hungry for my husband.
Rex places his open mouth on the side of my neck, gathering then hem of my dress, bunching it at my waist. Pauses, unbreathing. “You’re wearing no underthings, my queen,” he groans, palming my nude backside. “You are as eager for a dirty rut as I am.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Don’t make me wait.”
A quick rustle of clothes is followed by the thick head of Rex’s shaft pressing to my opening. Inch after delicious inch slides inside me, Rex planting himself hard with a male grunt. “Is my cock to your liking, my queen?” he growls, raking my neck with his teeth.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, overcome suddenly by the moment. Standing in the pinkish-orange light, celebrating our love for each other. “Everything is perfect.”
With our bodies tightly joined, Rex circles his strong arms around me, our mouths meeting for a kiss over my right shoulder. “Perfect,” he agrees, pouring love so fierce it shakes me into the kiss. “Perfect, enduring, forever. I love you with all my heart and soul, Britta.”
“I love you, too,” I gasp, my eyes wet. Then I push my hips back on a tight grind, making him hiss, slapping a scarred hand down on the tower for balance. “Now show me, my king.”
THE END
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It’s a pathetic tale as old as time. Zach, the hefty offensive lineman for Juniper High School’s football team is in love with the beautiful head cheerleader. Jill is completely out of his league, there’s no way she could ever want him back…oh, and she’s his sister’s best friend. But one magical night in the back row of the bus changes everything when Jill asks Zach to help her explore a budding need for intimacy…and he’s the only one she trusts enough to help. What else is a big man to do when the incredible girl he’s loved since childhood offers her lips…and so much more? But is winning Jill’s love really so far fetched? Or has Zach had it all along…
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