The King's Virgin Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 1)

by Natalie Knight

  I shake my head but clink my glass against his.

  “So, what does that mean now?” Mason asks after we both drink to the salute. “Are you going to be official or what? I assume she feels about you the way you feel about her?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think she’s that serious, to be honest. And I don’t know what I feel for her, either.” That’s a lie. I have an idea what I feel for her, but I’m not going to tell Mason that. “Besides, the press will eat this shit up, you know? Especially with how things are going with the business. I don’t think I can afford a scandal right now, and you know that’s what it’s going to be.”

  Mason nods. He finishes his whiskey and signals for another.

  “I guess that makes sense. How does she feel about this arrangement?”

  “She’s the one that suggested it,” I say.

  At the time, I was relieved she still wanted to sleep with me. The more I think about it, the more I wonder about her reason for asking that we keep it private and purely physical. She’s holding up her end. There’s no cuddling and being close and holding hands when we’re not fucking.

  Mason receives his drink.

  “She sounds like the perfect woman,” Mason says. “They all want to get attached, and she’s just in it for the sex.”

  I chuckle and finish my own drink. I signal for another, the same way Mason had, and my glass disappears, replaced by a refill. They know who I am here, and they serve me faster than I can ask for it. The perks of being famous, I guess.

  I know what Mason is getting at. Usually it’s the women who get attached, and it’s the men who just want a booty call, a one-night stand, someone on retainer to chase away the blue ball blues. This is different, though. I want to be with Dana and in more ways than just sex. I want to be able to spoil her a little, take her out, and maybe buy her flowers. I want to be romantic. I want to care.

  And I don’t know if I can.

  “So, you’re not going public with this at all,” Mason confirms.

  I shake my head. “I can’t. They’ll judge me, and they’ll never leave her alone. After everything that she’s been through lately, she doesn’t need that, too.”

  I sigh. The alcohol has me on that level where I become pensive. I don’t like thinking about it all so much. I don’t like that Dana sees us as fuck buddies, but I understand where she’s coming from. What bothers me the most is that I have to agree with her because I can’t see any other way of handling it.

  I don’t want the public to know. There is enough scrutiny on me as it is. And I can’t let my dad find out. Susan might be calm about it all. She’s always been the make-love-not-war type, but Chris is my dad, and he’s a bit more uptight about everything. I can’t bear to disappoint him, and I know how he’s going to feel about this.

  It doesn’t matter that I liked her before he met Susan. It doesn’t matter that my dreams were ripped away because he decided to get married to the one woman that ruined my love life. At least, when I was in seventh grade.

  I just can’t tell him. He still won’t understand.

  “You know,” Mason says. “I know this is difficult and everything, and you will always get assholes opposing you. But you’re old enough to do what you want, and you have more than enough money. You can do whatever you want. Fuck their judgment.”

  I nod. “I know,” I say. “It’s just not that simple. It will affect Dana, too, and it’s not a decision I’m going to make on my own. I’ve gotten used to cameras in my face, but it was all because I’ve done something good. If they start to hound us both, because of something we’re doing that they find wrong, it will just be that much worse.”

  Mason shakes his head. “You know I’ve got your back, right?” he asks.

  I nod. Mason is a loyal friend, supportive and able to keep a secret. I realized how important that was after Liz, a woman I had dated before my fame and glory came along. She’d run to the press and told them things about me.

  I was lucky back then. She didn’t expose anything I didn’t want the world to know about. Not really. But with fame and money in my corner, I learned fast enough who my real friends are and what loyalty really means.

  My phone rings in my pocket. When I pull it out, Dana’s name flashes on the screen.

  “Hey,” I say, holding the phone to my ear.

  “Hey, I won’t bother you for long,” she says.

  I shake my head. “You’re not bothering me. I like hearing from you.”

  “Mom and Chris invited us to dinner tomorrow night.”

  I’m silent a moment.

  “It’s going to be weird, you know that, right?” she adds.

  “Yeah,” I say, nodding.

  Susan knows, and even though I don’t think she’ll rat us out to Chris, I don’t know how to be around her or around Dana when she’s watching now.

  “Well, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll see you back at the apartment later?”

  I don’t know if she’s asking because she just wants to know, or if she’s trying to find out if I’m going home with someone else tonight. I need to tell her that if we’re sleeping together, no matter how attached or unattached we might be, I’m exclusive. I don’t want her thinking that I fuck around with other girls behind her back.

  “Of course,” I add. “I’ll see you later.”

  We end the call, and I glance at Mason.

  “Was that baby love?” he asks.

  I shove him, and he laughs.

  “We have to go have dinner with the folks tomorrow,” I say. “I’m not looking forward to it.”

  “Why not?” Mason asks.

  “Because her mom knows,” I say.

  Mason raises his eyebrows. “Oh, snap.”

  Keagan

  I drift in and out of a restless sleep. Sometimes, only a minute has passed when I look at the clock again, and sometimes, it’s more than an hour later when I open my eyes again.

  I was hoping I could talk to Dana about going public soon. I know that it might damage my career, but I’m confident enough in my social media program to know that despite my personal scandals, the venture won’t fail. People are too reliant on new technology and software.

  And I want to be with Dana. I hate hiding everything we’re doing. I’ve cared for her for a long time, and I want to be able to call her mine.

  If she doesn’t want it, there is nothing I can do. I didn’t know she was so against it. Her actions, her sex and the way she is with me, told me a different story.

  I know she said those things to Susan to get the woman off our backs. Susan can be a handful, at the best of times. Dana’s words stung, though, and I don’t know what to make of them. I don’t know how much what she said is true. Dana is open and honest with her mom about everything. Why would she lie about something like this, then?

  It doesn’t make sense to me.

  It bothers me that Dana wants to keep it casual and private. It’s not what I want. I want to be serious. I want to get into a relationship with her, date her, spoil her, and go the full mile. I want it all. When I date, I’m the kind of man that will dote on his woman. I can’t do it if we’re restricted to the apartment. We barely spend time here as it is.

  I turn onto my side, trying to get comfortable. Tonight, the sheets scratch against my skin. I’m irritated and horny. After everything, including the emotional upset, my body still has needs. And it wants Dana. I want Dana.

  My cock grows hard when I think about her, and I move around in bed, turning and turning again to get comfortable. I lift my head and look at the clock again. It’s three in the morning. I don’t know how much sleep I got in. Most of it was so light, I don’t think it counts. Still, I’m not tired. I’m wide awake and I have only one thing on my mind.

  In my mind’s eye, I flash on the image that is now my favorite. Dana crouching in front of me, my cock in her mouth and those big blue eyes staring up at me. I palm my dick and move my hand up and down. It’s the motion I have done for ye
ars to the thoughts of Dana doing something like that to me.

  It’s just not the same. I can’t jack off to my fantasies about her, now that I’ve had the real deal. I can’t do it with her just down the hallway, sleeping in the next room.

  I roll over again, frustrated. My cock throbs, and my balls hurt like I’m sexually frustrated. You wouldn’t think I’d had the best orgasm of my life just two nights ago.

  I close my eyes and conjure up more images of Dana’s body. Her curves, her breasts, her nipples. Her pussy. I lick my lips, and I realize how hungry I am. Hungry for her body.

  I get out of bed. I’m only wearing boxer shorts. My cock strains against them, pushing the elastic away from my body so I can see right into my shorts.

  I creep down the hallway, silent as the dead. Moonlight falls into a window with open blinds and lights my way. I put my hand on Dana’s doorknob and swallow before I carefully turn it. The door opens without a sound. I let myself in and close the door again.

  She hasn’t drawn her curtain, and the moonlight lights up her room more than enough for me to see by.

  Dana is curled on her side, her covers tucked around her waist. She’s small in the middle of the double bed. I get into bed next to her. The mattress dips under my weight. I lie behind her.

  I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I don’t usually do things like this, but Dana’s forward attitude the other night makes me confident that I can get away with this.

  I reach for her and turn her gently. She shifts in her sleep, laying on her back. She stretches her leg down, the other still pulled up. Her breasts are flatter on her chest without a bra and with her on her back. I put my hand on her breast and massage it, rubbing my thumb in circles over her nipple through the material of her t-shirt. She sighs in her sleep. Her nipple responds to my touch and hardens beneath my fingers.

  I slide my hand down her body, over her ribs, her flat stomach and then her hips. When I reach the hem of her shirt I tug it up. She’s wearing French cut panties, and they look fantastic on her. I tug them down a little and push my hand between her legs.

  She moans when I open her lips and push my finger into her slit. She’s not as wet as she usually is. I pull up her shirt even further with my other hand, balancing uncomfortably on my elbow, and take a nipple into my mouth. I suck her nipple and stroke her clit, drawing slow circles. She gets wet as I go along, and she starts moaning. Her breathing speeds up, even though she’s still asleep.

  When she’s wet enough, I push my finger into her and pump it in and out, as much as her panties will allow. My cock aches with desire, but I won’t fuck her while she’s sleeping. Finger fucking is plenty.

  She moans a little louder and opens her eyes. She looks at me, her face confused for a moment. Her eyes close for a second again as she relishes the feel of my hand between her legs, and a smile spreads across her face.

  When she opens her eyes again, she looks at me and shakes her head.

  “You’re being naughty,” she whispers.

  We’re alone in the apartment, but something about the quality of the night makes us both stay quiet. I keep fingering her. She moves her panties down, pulling them off. She pulls her shirt up and over her head, and then she’s naked, bathing in a pool of moonlight, no sign of self-consciousness at all.

  She rolls against me, and my erection presses against her stomach. She frowns and looks down.

  “Looks like someone wants attention,” she says.

  She takes my hand and removes it from between her legs. She kisses me before she pushes me to lie on my back and moves down my body. God, I know where this is going, and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been in her mouth before, and the anticipation alone gets me hot and bothered.

  She peels my boxers away, and my cock springs free. Her hand wraps around the shaft, and a moment later, her lips close around my cock. I close my eyes and give myself over to the feeling. She bobs her head up and down on my cock, taking me into her mouth the way she did at first in the bathtub. She closes the rest of the distance with her hand. I don’t think she’s at the right angle to deep throat me, but I’m not complaining.

  She’s fantastic at sucking me off.

  I’m getting closer and closer. My worked-up state already gave me a head start. When I look at her, glancing down my body, I nearly come immediately. She’s sitting on my legs, her hair brushing against my thighs every time she moves down, and I can see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, glistening with her spit.

  “I don’t want to come yet,” I say, reaching down and stroking her hair.

  She slows down her pace and sucks me slowly a few times before she lets me go. I exit her mouth with a pop.

  “What do you want?” she asks me, the way I asked her before. Her voice is almost a whisper and seductive as hell in the darkness.

  “I want to fuck you,” I say. “But first, I want to taste you, too. Fair is fair. A good blow job deserves a return.”

  She smiles, but she shakes her head.

  “I don’t mind,” she says.

  I sit up and take her by the arms, pulling her toward me.

  “I do,” I say and I turn her, laying her down on her back.

  She doesn’t fight me. I push her legs open and dive between them, finding her pussy. I lap at it with my tongue, and she shivers. I lick at her like a lollipop, flattening my tongue and drawing it over her lips, from her entrance to her clit. She gasps.

  I don’t want her to come, either. Not yet. I want her to experience pleasure, anticipation, and desperation. The same emotions I’m feeling.

  I start licking her clit, flicking my tongue over it. Every now and then, I slide my tongue to her entrance and tongue fuck her a little. I can’t go very deep, but I know the sensation is different because it’s my tongue. Her moans and whimpers let me know I’m right.

  I close my lips over her clit and suck. She squirms beneath me. I press my hand down on her hips so she will lie still. I push a finger into her, sliding in and out slowly. I don’t want her to orgasm. I want her just on the edge.

  Her moans get louder, her body shudders, and I know she’s getting close. I stop sucking on her and flick my tongue over her clit again. She jerks. Her scent is in my nose, covering my face, on my fingers, and it’s driving me crazy. I want her so badly. My cock throbs, and my resolve to make her wait for it is disappearing. I want to give in myself.

  When I can’t bear it anymore, I stop. She moans in protest. I love it when she does. It makes me feel like I’m still in control. Even though I’m barely holding onto it.

  “Bend over,” I command.

  Dana sighs, and it sounds like one of pleasure. She rolls onto her stomach and pushes up on all fours. Her ass points at me, and she’s ready for me. She waits patiently as I admire her ass and her glistening pussy. I run my hands over her back and her ass, worshiping her body. She’s beautiful.

  Dana

  I’m on all fours on the bed, putting myself on display for Keagan. His eyes are on me, and I can imagine the look on his face without looking over my shoulder to confirm it.

  His face will be riddled with lust, already devouring me with his eyes. I stay like this, letting him look at me, letting him build up his desire for me until it’s unbearable.

  I like it when he looks at me like that. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel like I have power over him, rendering him useless until he gets what he needs.

  Sex is a game of give and take. So far, we’ve been sticking to the rules and playing fairly. Keagan seems to like control, to like it rough. I want to see that side of him.

  When he tells me what to do, I listen. When he asks for my body, I give it to him. And when he takes what he wants, I show him that I like it by moaning louder and gasping. Men are instinct driven, and sounds push them forward.

  I don’t have to try very hard to make those sounds, either. Keagan works magic with his hands. And his tongue. And his cock.

  The anticipation is driving me crazy. My
skin tingles with my eagerness for his touch. My core tightens. My body is ready for what he wants to do to me. I take a deep breath and blow it out with a shudder. I try to picture us. Me on my hands and knees, ready for him. Keagan behind me, with his cock hard, his eyes drinking in my naked body.

  It’s hot as hell.

  Keagan shifts on the bed. The mattress dips as he moves and puts his hands on my hips. I love it when he does this, when he guides me where he needs me. I know he’s positioning himself, lining himself up to plunge into me. I want it. My body yearns for it.

  I thought he was angry or disappointed with me when we came home. He was sulky and sullen and barely speaking to me. Keagan in a bad mood isn’t pretty, and I’ve known it for as long as I’ve known him.

  But it turns out, he’s over his little fit. He might have slept it off. Maybe he’s restored his own ego. Whatever it is, he’s here now. He wants me, too.

  When his cock pushes against my entrance, I hold my breath. I shiver and wait for him to slide into me. His cock pushes my walls apart, making a way for itself until he’s buried to the hilt. He’s large, filling me up. I move my hips, relishing the feel of him.

  He’s hard and smooth, all at the same time. I shudder. The feeling of his cock inside of me is pure bliss. I gasp when he pulls out again, almost all the way, then shoves himself back inside me.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he asks into the dark.

  I nod. He knows it is. I don’t have to answer him. Whatever happens between us when we’re not fucking, whatever we disagree about or feel for each other, it all falls away when our clothes come off. I like that we are just ourselves, that the only things that matter are bliss and pleasure and ecstasy.

  He starts fucking me, harder and faster. His cock drives in and out of me. I tip my head back and moan. He’s going deeper and deeper. My body rocks back and forth, and my breasts swing freely. His balls slap against my pussy, and I jerk now and then when he nails my clit. The sensation is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I moan and cry out and let the sensations sweep me away.

  “Fuck, Dana,” Keagan says with a grunt. “I love your pussy.”