Lucky Prince_A Fake Fiance, Real Royal Wedding Romance

by Eva Luxe

  After what seemed like forever, Blake came back with a surfboard. It was green and white and looked like it had never been used.

  “Here you go,” he said, handing me the surfboard. It was heavier than I thought that it would be and I almost fell over from the weight. Blake reached out to try helping me keep my balance. He was such a gentlemen. I couldn’t wait to fuck him again.

  But, for now, I figured that I should focus on my surfing lesson.

  “It’s a good thing that you know how to swim,” said Blake. “Because chances are, you will be swimming a whole lot in the beginning. But, don’t worry. I’m here to catch you when you fall.”

  The way that he said those words touched a tender part of my heart.

  I was really starting to like Blake, more than I thought that I would.

  I only hoped that things would continue to work out as well as they have up until now.

  Chapter 7 – Blake

  “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” yelled Talia excitedly as she balanced on the board.

  “Yes! Great job!” I said, clapping and laughing. Before I could get the words out good, she was falling off of the board into the water.

  She popped up, coughing and sputtering water. She was laughing.

  “Well, I was doing it for a minute, anyway,” she said.

  “Come out of the water for a minute. I want to show you something.”

  “Okay,” she said. She walked out of the water with the surfboard under her arm. She looked so incredibly sexy, like a victoria secret model. She didn’t have a swimsuit, so she just stripped down to her underwear and wore that into the water. It didn’t matter much since we were the only ones on the island, but it was really distracting as I did my best to teach her how to surf.

  “Put your board on the ground like this,” I said, throwing my surfboard onto the sand. It landed with a soft thud. Talia did the same with her. I stood on the board.

  “Plant your feet on either side of the board so that you have a good distribution of weight. That way, you will be able to keep your balance a lot better.”

  “Or else I run the risk of swimming, huh?” she said. I laughed. She had an incredible sense of humor.

  “Something like that,” I said. “You seem like a natural, though. The way that you surf, you would think that you have had several lessons before. Have you ever surfed?”

  “No,” she said. “I’ve only seen people do it. I was always too afraid to try doing it myself. But, after this, I think that this will become a favorite hobby of mine. And I have you to thank for it.”

  “It’s no big deal, really,” I said. “Having such a sexy student makes my job a whole lot easier, anyway.”

  “Wow, thanks,” she said blushing.

  “Of course,” I said, walking over to where she was standing. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. She all but melted in my arms as I held her.

  “I want you,” I admitted to her.

  “I want you, too,” she said. She looked at me with such longing eyes. I knew that I had to have her right then and there.

  “Give me a minute,” I said, running in the direction of the house. I grabbed a blanket and ran back outside, out of breath. I laid the blanket on the ground and laid her on top of it.

  Her body looked amazing from my vantage point standing above her. I kneeled down over her and started kissing her breast. I took off her bra and watched her breasts bounce as they were released from their prison. Her nipples were hard and perky, probably from being in the water.

  “I want you to fuck me like never before,” she almost growled.

  I took off my swimming shorts and leaned down, balancing my body on top of hers. I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed it. I parted her pussy lips and started circling my fingers around her hardening clit. My dick, already hard from excitement, was getting more hard.

  Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, coating my fingers with her wet juiciness. She moaned and leaned her head back, circling her hips to meet the rotation of my fingers. I put my finger inside of her pussy. It was so wet and slippery. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside of her.

  I slid my hard dick inside of her moist vagina and sighed. She felt so good, so warm. I worked my dick in and out slowly, pushing it in as far as it would go and then pulling it out so that just the tip was inside of her. Then, I waited a few seconds before putting it back in her. I could tell that that was driving her wild. Her toes wiggled as she anticipated each thrust.

  I kissed her hard. Then, I sucked on her neck so hard that I was sure that it would leave a mark. She yelped as I sucked hard and then let go. I could tell that she loved it.

  “More,” she said quietly, pulled me closer to her.

  That made me more excited. I started to plow her pussy with all of my might. Her moans drove me wild and made me pound her pussy harder and harder.

  “I’m coming!” she yelled, digging her fingernails into my back. I tried to hold back, but I came at the same time. I rolled over and stared up at the sky. Everything about this day was perfect. The sun was bright, but not too hot. The sky was clear and blue. I couldn’t have been more happy.

  “Wow! That was amazing. I’ve never had sex on the beach. Have you?”

  “No,” I lied. “This was my first time, too.”

  I actually had had sex on the beach, but that was with my wife years ago.

  We were two stupid college students doing things that could have gotten us into a lot of trouble.

  I remember the day like it was yesterday. We had gone to the beach with a few friends. There was a bonfire, food, music, and a volleyball net. Sophia didn’t want to come, but I had somehow managed to drag her out.

  “Do we have to go?” she asked, sounding like a child.

  “Yes,” I told her, trying not to laugh at her pouty face. “It will be fun. You’ll see.”

  She rolled her eyes like she didn’t believe me. But, I was determined to make this a fun time for both of us.

  Once we got to the beach, we enjoyed ourselves. A few of Sophia’s close friends were there, so she spent most of the time gossiping with them and drinking strawberry daquiris.

  I remember glancing over at her while I was in the middle of a volleyball game and getting really turned on. When the game was over, I walked over to where she was sitting and sat next to her.

  “How are you? Everything going okay?” I asked her.

  “Sure. Peachy,” she said smiling. I looked into her eyes to see if she was telling me the truth. That was our thing. I could always tell if she was being honest or not just by looking in her eyes. She opened her eyes wide so that I could get a good look. We both shared easy laughter.

  “Well, that’s good,” I said, happy that she was enjoying herself. “Why don’t we go for a little walk?”

  I gave her a coy smile. She looked at me skeptically.

  “What are you up to?” she asked.

  I shrugged innocently. She reluctantly stood up, dusted the sand off of her, and took my hand. We walked along the edge of the water talking about our life plans. We couldn’t wait to finish school so that we could finally start our family.

  “Why wait?” I told her, playfully. “We have all of the tools that we need right here to get a jump start on our family.”

  Sophia laughed loudly.

  “You’re crazy! What do you mean? Here? On the beach?”

  “Why not?” I asked.

  Sophia looked around. Nobody was near us.

  “This is actually a pretty good spot,” she said, pointing to an area of sand that had tall grass all around it. We skipped over to the little piece of beach that we had found, two horny kids excited to make love to each other.

  It was amazing. We didn’t make a baby that day (mostly because Sophia had been on birth control), but it was an incredible experience. The memory had blindsided me out of nowhere. I tried to hide my sadness.

  “Okay, well, we were in the middle of a lesson here,” I said, jump
ing up. “Time to get back to it.”

  “But, my legs are all wobbly,” whined Talia.

  I extended my hand to her.

  “Here, let me help you,” I said.

  She took my hand and tried standing up. Her legs were shaking. After a few minutes, she could stand on her own.

  She got back in the water and on the surfboard.

  “Remember to keep your feet planted on either side of the board,” I yelled to her.

  “Okay,” she yelled back, inching her feet out until they were on either side of the board. She balanced on the board for a few seconds before she nose dived into the water, smacking the water hard. I winced at the force with which she fell. I gathered the blanket, sure that she was going to want to go into the house. I figured that we had plenty of time for her to try again.

  To my surprise, she popped up out of the water and climbed back on the board. I was very impressed at her determination. She did not give up that easily. I found that to be incredibly sexy.

  She balanced for a few minutes and waved at me.

  “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” she yelled. She was so excited, so proud of herself.

  And so was I.

  She fell off the board a few more times before she came in to shore.

  “What do you have to eat around here,” she asked, breathlessly.

  “I’m sure that I can whip something up,” I told her.

  We walked into the house, dropped our boards by the door, and made our way into the kitchen.

  “You game for some shrimp alfredo?” I asked.

  “Ooooo! That sounds delicious!” she said excitedly.

  “Okay, great. Coming right up,” I said. I took some shrimp out of the freezer and plunged it into some cold water to thaw.

  I was so curious about this girl who literally had fallen into my lap. I had so many questions for her. I figured that while I cooked, we could get to know each other better.

  “So, tell me about you,” I said.

  She sighed heavily.

  “What would you like to know?” she asked, crossing her arms.

  “Well, for starters, what kind of family do you come from?”

  “A normal one, I guess. Dad left mom with kids to figure things out on her own. Me being the oldest, I always felt like I needed to step up and help out. I dropped out of school to work full-time. Now, my only real hope of doing anything with my life is selling my art.”

  “Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. You must have had a very hard life.”

  “Not so much,” she shrugged. “You get used to it after a while. I just was glad that I could be of help to my mom so that she wouldn’t be so stressed out.”

  “You’re such an amazing and thoughtful person,” I told her.

  “Thanks,” she said smiling graciously. “I try to be.”

  “Any boyfriends that I’ll have to fight off?”

  She laughed hard.

  “No, no boyfriends. Between my family, work, and my art, I never really had time for a relationship. I guess that you would be the closest thing to a boyfriend.”

  She clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed.

  “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” She put her head down.

  “It’s okay,” I told her. “You’re the closest thing that I’ve had to a girlfriend in a good while. In fact, I haven’t dated anyone since my ex-wife.”

  “Oh yeah? Are you guys still close?”

  “She died,” I told her.

  “I’m so sorry. How did she die?”

  “Car crash. But, what’s even sadder is that she was with her boyfriend when it happened. That was how I found out that she was cheating on me. I was devastated. After her death, I couldn’t keep living the same life in the same house that we had made a home in together. That’s how I ended up moving out here to this island. I needed a fresh start away from people.”

  She nodded slowly as if she were trying to process what I had just told her.

  “I can understand that. I actually had accidentally ended up on the Sugarbabies.com website and was curious. I didn’t quite know what to expect. I looked over a few profiles before coming to yours. When I responded to your ad, I thought that it sounded great, like the fresh start that I was looking for. I’m so glad that I responded.”

  “Me, too,” I told her, smiling. “Okay, now to start cooking.”

  I walked over to the sink and drained the water off of the shrimp. I put them in a skillet to cook and put on a pot of water for noodles.

  “It’s really amazing that you know your way around a kitchen,” she said. “Most guys don’t.”

  “Real men cook. Always remember that,” I told her winking at her.

  “Okay, I will,” she said, leaning across the counter. “So, what do you do? Or what did you do? I guess you don’t do anything now since you live out here on this island.”

  “I owned an investment firm. I built it from the ground up shortly after college. Sophia and I built it together in hopes that our children would take over once they became of age. Sadly, we never had children. And whenever I would walk through the halls of the office, I would feel her spirit everywhere. There were times where I just couldn’t bear to even walk inside the building. That’s how I knew that I had to do something. So, I handed over the reins of my business to my manager, Jensen. He has been doing such an amazing job, even despite the fact that the business is tanking. But, that was from years of not paying attention to the numbers. I’m sure that in a couple of years it will get back on track. In the meantime, I’m spending this time focusing on me. And who knows? Maybe I’ll find the courage to go back. Or maybe I’ll start a new firm. All I know is that, for now, life on the island is good. And with you here, it just got even better.”

  “Well, I’m glad that you opened up your home to me.”

  She smiled sweetly.

  I smiled back.

  We shared a silent moment of content while the food simmered behind us.

  “Enough about me. Tell me how you stumbled upon your incredible gift of creating art?”

  Her eyes lit up excitedly.

  “Well, I’ve always kind of had a knack for art, I guess,” she said, leaning forward over the counter. “When I was old enough to hold a crayon, maybe about two-years-old, I guess, my mother would sit me down with papers and crayons, just thinking that it would give me something to do. And I would make these drawings that she would put up all over the refrigerator. People would come and look at the pictures that I would make and ask who made them. She would tell them that I made them and they would laugh, convinced that she was lying to them. That happened for a few years. When it came time for me to go to school, my very first teacher made a big deal about my art and told me that she wanted to show it to the principal. When she did, they used part of my drawing for the school paper. They still use it to this day.”

  “Wow,” I remarked. “I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You really are amazing. And beautiful. I just have a hard time believing that you don’t have a whole pack of guys chasing after you.”

  I walked around to the other side of the counter where she stood. Standing near her, I could smell the salty water from the ocean all over her mixed with her intoxicating essence.

  I walked around to the other side of the counter where she stood. Standing near her, I could smell the salty water from the ocean all over her mixed with her intoxicating essence. I didn’t even try to fight the urge to pull her close to me. Her skin felt slightly cool.

  “Are you cold?” I asked her.

  “Only a little,” she answered, timidly.

  “Well, let me warm you up,” I said seductively.

  I held her there for a few minutes, running my hands up and down the length of her arms and along her back, squeezing her tightly trying to transfer my body heat to hers. She moaned softly, her eyes closed tightly. She looked so relaxed, so comfortable. I didn’t want to let her go.

  “You keep doing that, I’m going
to get more than a little warm,” she warned. Her words snapped me back to reality.

  “You’re right,” I said, pushing her an arms length away. I probably pushed her a little too hard because she reacted as if she had been startled.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, pulling her to me again.

  “Well, now we’re right back where we started,” she laughed.

  I grinned and nodded. I wanted to take her right then and there so badly, but I also knew that we both needed to eat. I definitely had plans for us that would mean that we needed to keep our strength up.

  I walked over to the stove, turned the eye off, and served the food. The creamy alfredo smelled divine. I knew that she was going to love it. I served both of our plates and walked them over to the dining room table. The table was large, big enough to fit about twelve people. I sat our plates at one end so that we could be close. I pulled out her chair for her and invited her to sit down.

  “Would you care for some wine?” I asked politely.

  “That would be great,” she answered.

  “Red or white?”

  “Red sounds good. But, I’ll drink whatever you’re having,” she said, her eyes fixed on the plate in front of her.

  I walked into the pantry and grabbed a new bottle of wine. I walked over the counter, pulled out a bottle opener, poured two glasses, and brought them to the table.

  “Let me know if you want more. There’s plenty of it here. I made sure that I would be fully stocked in case I had company or if I just wanted to drink myself into a stupor.”

  She laughed so hard that she snorted. She quickly apologized.

  “No, it’s okay,” I said, amused. “I’m just glad that you find my brand of humor funny.”

  “Yeah,” she said, spinning her fork into her plate and taking a bite of her food. “Oh. My. Goodness! This is absolutely amazing! I’m sorry I’m talking with my mouth full, but wow! I mean, this is better than most Italian restaurants that I’ve visited? Is this your own recipe??”

  “I wish that I could take credit for this one,” I told her, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice. “This is actually one of my wife’s creations. It was one of her favorite meals to make.”