Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  He watched her eyes get big.

  “That’s right, princess. I’d do anything to keep you safe. With that being said, you have to do your part to keep yourself safe as well.”

  Katelin bit her lip, then said, “I don’t understand.”

  Cale sighed. “You left because you read the texts from my father.”

  She nodded.

  “Right. He’s an asshole. He really can’t help it though, so I try not to hold it against him. He’s king. He’s responsible for hundreds of thousands of people. He’s used to people following his orders without question. It drives him crazy that his sons don’t. We left Sistonia and never looked back. He loves us in his own way, but Cain and I will never go back. America is our home now, and as much as he wishes we acted more royal, we won’t. That being said, our lives are on public display. You said it yourself, princess, you were half in love with me before you even met me. Right?”

  She nodded again, so he continued, hoping she was truly hearing him.

  “Photographers follow our every move. They take pictures of us wherever we go. Most of the time we just ignore them, but there are times they catch us in a personal moment. Someone obviously took our picture last night. My dad saw it. He wants me to marry Laurann, but it’s not happening. We aren’t engaged. We were never engaged.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh,” Cale agreed. “It’s not a leap that those guys recognized me and my brother last night, and it’s no secret where we live. They probably staked out the building hoping to get a chance for another go at you. This time they probably wouldn’t have stopped at a simple assault. They probably would’ve asked me for money to get you back. And I would’ve paid, princess. Whatever they asked, but that’s no guarantee they would’ve given you back in one piece, or even at all.

  “So what you need to understand is that you’re gonna see and read shit about me that simply isn’t true. No one knows me, the true me, like Cain does. And now you. So if you read a text from my father about a supposed fiancée, you come ask me about it before you freak out. If you read an article about how I’m a drugged-out alcoholic, you come ask me about it before you freak out. And lastly, if you see or read anything that freaks you out, under no circumstances should you run away from my bed after the best night I’ve ever had, straight into the arms of danger before you ask me about whatever it was that freaked you out. Got it?”

  “You’re not engaged?”

  Cale rolled his eyes then brought them back to hers. “That’s what you got out of all that?”

  “This is all so hard to believe.”

  “Why?”

  “Because. Cale, I’m Katelin Kriss. No one ever looks twice at me. I work in the basement of a dingy, dirty building putting numbers in a spreadsheet. Other than Shayla, no one knows who I am, or cares.”

  “I told you I’ve been watching you for months, right?”

  “Uh…yeah?”

  “I noticed you. So did those thugs who wanted to take what was mine. People notice you, you’re just oblivious. And now that you’re mine, a lot of people are going to be upset. Women who have seen my picture and wanted to fuck me. People who think they can get at my money by going through my wife. I need to know you’re going to stay strong and not automatically believe what some asshole stranger says about me, about us, and that you’ll ask me about anything that concerns you.”

  “I’ll ask you,” she said immediately.

  Cale sighed and leaned down and put his lips against her forehead. “Thank you,” he said against her skin. “Fuck, you scared me to death, princess.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I know. I forgive you.”

  “Cale?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh…wife?”

  He leaned up and smiled. “Yeah.”

  “It’s only been,” she looked at her naked wrist, “twelve hours since we’ve known each other.”

  “I knew the second you came apart under my mouth that first time that I was never letting you go,” Cale told her.

  “Don’t you think you should ask?”

  “Nope.”

  “Cale!” she protested.

  “I’m gonna get you pregnant so you have no choice but to marry me. Make an honest man out of me. You don’t want a royal baby to be branded a bastard, do you?”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Besides,” Cale whispered, “I’m so crazy in love with you, I can’t imagine spending another minute without you being officially mine.”

  Katelin licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “Yes, you’ll marry me?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ll have my babies?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ll wear my ring?”

  “Yes, Cale.”

  “And you won’t ever sneak out of my house when I’m busy elsewhere and scare the shit out of me by exposing yourself to danger?”

  “No. I won’t.”

  “Good. And just saying, you aren’t a prisoner. But when you leave, you’ll take Alfred with you.”

  “Alfred?”

  “The head of my security team. I’m reassigning him to you from here on out.”

  “That’s not—”

  “Don’t fight me on this, princess. I’m a good businessman, but I’ve got enemies. My father has enemies, and our country has them. I might not be in line to be king, but that doesn’t matter to them. Help me keep you, and our children, safe. Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Cale?”

  “Yeah, princess?”

  “Are you still going to your meeting this morning?”

  “No.”

  “Oh…then do you think… I’m the only one naked here.”

  “So you are,” Cale muttered. “I like you naked in my bed.”

  Katelin rolled her eyes in exasperation. “We can’t make love if you’re not naked.”

  “You think not?”

  “Um…no. Cale, what are you doing?”

  “Proving you wrong. We most certainly can make love if I’m not naked.” And with that, he slid down her body slowly. He nibbled on her nipples, making them hard as pebbles before continuing on his journey down her body.

  He settled between her legs and forced her to spread them as far as she could. “I know you’re still sore, but I have to have you,” Cale mumbled, then dropped his head.

  Taking care to keep his touch light, he devoured her pussy. He licked and sucked on her outer lips, then carefully ran his tongue up the slit between. Her unique taste filling his mouth, making him crave more. He lightly flicked her clit with his tongue, then ran his chin over her sensitive inner thigh.

  “I took care of my beard for you.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “It’s still scratchy, but doesn’t hurt. I love it.”

  Cale took one finger and brought it up to her core. He ran it between her lips, coating it with her natural essence. Then carefully and oh so slowly, he pushed it inside. She immediately clamped down on it. “Does this hurt?”

  She shook her head back and forth on the comforter. “No. God, how can I want you so much when I just had you…several times last night?”

  “Because we’re made for each other, princess.”

  With that, Cale scooted up her body on his knees. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, only enough for his engorged cock to spring out from the confines. He ran the tip over her pussy, spreading his precome over her and adding lubrication to both his cock and her sex.

  Then, without another word, he gently but persistently pressed himself inside her body. Katelin moaned and tilted her hips up, taking everything he had to give her.

  When he was buried to the hilt, his pants scratchy against her inner thighs, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I don’t want to move because you’re sore. Make me come just like this, princess. If you want my baby, squeeze the sperm out of my dick. Show me how much you want it.”

  And she did.
It was both torturous and amazing all at the same time. But Cale did as he promised. He didn’t thrust inside her, having a care to her body’s sensitivity. He used his thumb to strum her clit and further excite her. At the same time she exploded, she reached down and shoved her hand inside his pants, caressing his balls.

  Her touch, combined with the warm wetness squeezing his cock, made him lose it. Spurt after spurt of come filled her body. Cale gasped and shivered in her grasp and was completely drained when he finally stopped coming.

  He turned them and Katelin lay on top of him, completely boneless. Her cheek resting against the crisp cotton of his work shirt. Their fluids slowly leaking out of her body around his softening cock, soaking his black dress pants. Cale couldn’t have cared less.

  Katelin leaned up and kissed his jaw before putting her head back on his chest. “I love you, Cale Alexander.”

  “I love you, Katelin Kriss soon-to-be Alexander.”

  They fell asleep like that, completely satisfied and sated and looking forward to their future.

  Epilogue

  Two-and-a-Half Years Later

  Katelin Alexander waddled into the baby’s room and smiled at what she found. Her husband was fast asleep with their daughter on his chest. They were both snoring.

  She rubbed her rounded belly and leaned her hip against the doorjamb.

  Being married to a prince wasn’t always sunshine and roses, but the good days far outweighed the bad. She’d learned to ignore the gossip rags and had surprisingly liked Cale’s parents when they’d traveled to America to meet their youngest sons’ wives.

  Shayla and Cain had moved out…but only next door. Katelin still got to see her best friend every day, and even better, they were now officially related to each other. Katelin wouldn’t trade her life for all the money in the world.

  “How long was I out?” Cale asked in whisper.

  “Not long. Fifteen minutes or so,” Katelin told him. “Did she go down okay?”

  Cale stood and carefully placed their sixteen-month-old daughter in her crib. Then he stood and wandered over to where his wife was standing.

  Taking Katelin in his arms, he said, “I told her the story of how her mom and I met for the thousandth time. She was out like a light by the time I got to the part where I slung you over my shoulder and carried you inside.”

  Katelin giggled. “It’s a good thing you cleaned it up. I’m not sure telling our children that we had sex four times in twelve hours would be good for their mental development.”

  Cale’s hand went to Katelin’s swollen belly and he rubbed. “How’re you doing?”

  “Good. I’m huge though.”

  Cale chuckled and led her out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him so they didn’t wake up their daughter.

  “You’re beautiful. And you’re gonna be bigger than you were with Carrie because you’ve got two in there.”

  “I can’t believe I didn’t think about the possibility of having twins.”

  “Yup. And my super-sperm. Don’t forget about that,” Cale joked.

  “How could I? You knocked me up with Carrie that first night,” Katelin told him as he led her to their bedroom. “It wasn’t supposed to be the right time for me to get pregnant.”

  He towed her to their bed and sat her down. “You don’t regret it, though. Right?”

  Katelin put her hand on her husband’s scratchy cheek. God, she loved the feel of that five o’clock shadow on her body. “Never.”

  “In another five months, we’ll get to meet our sons,” Cale said reverently, leaning over and kissing her rounded tummy. Then he looked up at her with a glint in his eye. “Then as soon as possible, I’m putting another one or two in there.”

  “I’m not a freaking incubator,” Katelin complained, pouting.

  He pushed her over until she was on her back. Then he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her over him until she was straddling him. “You’re not. You’re a beautiful woman. My beautiful woman. My wife. The mother of my children. I know we haven’t exactly talked about this, but I want as many kids as you can give me. Ten, twelve, twenty.”

  “Good lord, Cale, no way.”

  “Fine. But you have to know I love knocking you up. It makes every business transaction pale in comparison. There’s nothing better than knowing I made a baby inside you. But the second you’re done, all you have to do is tell me. I’ll get a vasectomy so you don’t have to put hormones in your body or have surgery.”

  “You’d do that?”

  “For you? I’d do anything. Besides. I’m never gonna wear a condom when I fuck you. Never. I’m addicted to the feel of you filled with my come. I love how messy it is. I love how often we have to wash our sheets. I love showering with you in the mornings. I love everything about making love to my wife.”

  “When you put it that way, I feel bad for complaining about your obsession with filling me up.”

  “I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s marking my territory or something, but the fact that I can make a baby by doing something that feels so good, is a miracle. It’s like a physical manifestation of my love or something.”

  Katelin smiled down at him, then opened her robe. She was naked under it, just the way her husband liked her to be. His hands immediately rose to gently squeeze her rounded breasts.

  “Are they more sensitive?”

  “Extremely so,” Katelin told him.

  “Good.” One hand smoothed over her belly to her hip. “Lift up a sec.”

  She braced herself on her hands and came up on her knees, giving him room to reach under her and pull the string holding his sweatpants up. He pushed them over his ass and encouraged her to settle on him again.

  Without words, Katelin reached down and stroked his erection from the base to the tip, then back down. When she reached the bottom, she grasped it firmly and brought it to her center. She teased them both for a beat before fitting him to her opening and sinking down on him. Taking him to the root.

  They both gasped as she shifted on him, taking every millimeter of his hard length inside her.

  “I swear it’s like the first time, every time,” Cale said reverently.

  Katelin rode her husband. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. He helped by holding her breasts so they didn’t hurt her as she bounced up and down on his cock. When she was close, she leaned back, balancing herself on him with her hands on his thick thighs.

  Reading his wife like a well-worn and loved book, Cale brought his thumb to her clit and flicked it hard and fast until she exploded, squeezing his cock as tightly as she did the first time she came with him inside her.

  Cale reciprocated, holding his wife to him as he emptied his balls inside her.

  “I might not be able to get you pregnant, but I never want to lose this,” he said softly when they’d recovered. He’d peeled off his sweats and they lay naked and sweaty on top of the sheets.

  “I think six,” Katelin said softly.

  “Six?”

  “Kids.”

  “Whatever you want,” Cale told her.

  “Seven if there’s another set of twins. But I want a nanny to help me after four.”

  “Deal.”

  “I love you, Cale.”

  “I love you too, princess. Sleep now. You know the rule. Every time our daughter wakes us up, I get to make love to you.”

  She laughed. “Who made that stupid rule anyway?”

  “You did,” Cale told her. “Remember? You needed incentive to get her settled again quickly.”

  “Oh yeah.” Katelin smiled and squeezed her husband.

  Ten Years Later

  Katelin stormed out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test in her hand. She waved the stick at her husband. “Positive. Again. Dammit, Cale.”

  Striding over to her, Cale took the test out of her hand and grinned down at the bright pink lines indicating he’d knocked her up…again.

  “Maybe it won’t be twins this time,” he told her, t
rying really hard to wipe the smile off his face.

  “Good lord. It’s gonna be triplets at this rate. Your sperm continuously tries to outdo itself every time!”

  Cale tugged his extremely fertile wife into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “Are you truly upset?” he asked softly.

  He felt her shake her head against him then sigh. “No. But this is it, I mean it. You need to go get yourself snipped sometime within the next seven months.”

  Cale wrinkled his nose. “But I won’t be able to make love to you while I’m recovering. I’d rather wait until you have the baby.”

  “Nope, that was the excuse you used last time. But I needed you to help take care of the babies and then by the time the new nanny was hired, the doc said I was cleared for sex and boom. One weekend away and you knocked me up again.” She looked up at him. “How about this? If you get it taken care of before I have your baby or babies again, I’ll masturbate for you every night until you’re healed.”

  “Deal,” Cale said immediately. He loved watching Katelin take care of herself, especially if he got to clean her with his tongue afterward.

  They smiled at each other for a long moment.

  “Are we crazy for having another baby? People already think we’re crazy for having nine.”

  “Who cares?” Cale answered immediately. “I couldn’t care less what other people think about our relationship. Are you happy?”

  “Immensely.”

  “Do you regret having so many children?”

  Instead of answering, Katelin said, “Shayla thinks I’m insane for having so many kids.”

  “I’ll ask again,” Cale said, “Do you regret it?”

  “No.”

  “Then why the worry?”

  Katelin sighed. “I just…I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re missing out on doing stuff. Shay and Cain are free to take trips to wherever, whenever they feel like it. Their place doesn’t have Legos and toys all over it and they don’t have to take an hour to get ready to go out on a family outing.”