Rock Hard Prince Charming: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Rye Hart

  “You’re gorgeous, and he’ll be crazy if he doesn’t think so.”

  We gathered our things and left the plane. After our luggage pick up, we went to wait in the bar, against my better judgment. Kayla ordered a cocktail and sipped it as we waited for Rick to arrive.

  I busied myself listening to an old man who was in the middle of telling the bartender dirty jokes and had a crowd laughing around him. Kayla screamed as he delivered the punch line, and I looked around to see her diving into the arms of a man I only hoped was Rick, her online boyfriend of four months.

  Their lips met, and he held her tight to him, gripping her lower back and one ass cheek. For a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to take her down to the floor and have his way with her right there.

  From what I could tell, he was a tall man, with an athletic build and a tanned complexion. His hair was slicked back, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if it took him longer to do his hair than it took me to get ready for the day.

  Behind whom I assumed to be Rick was vision. He was a tall, broad-shouldered handsome man, with hard blue eyes that contrasted with his dark brown hair. His hair was thick and wavy and stopped right above his shoulders. There was something about his eyes that seemed to penetrate right through me. If I had my camera on hand, I would have to fight myself not to take a shot of him. Of course, that would be risking a first impression of being a complete nutcase and potential stalker.

  His lip curled up as if at any moment he would bare fangs. His size intimidated me as he pushed his hands deeper into his pockets, shifting on his feet and looking bored.

  His eyes met mine, and his demeanor changed a bit. His face softened, and he looked away, and cleared his throat.

  “Sorry, man,” Rick said, finally coming up for air. “Kayla, this is Reed Harrington. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.”

  Kayla stumbled a bit but giggled as she held out her hand and gave Reed a warm smile. Reed narrowed his eyes as if trying to determine what was wrong with her. Then his gaze slid in my direction.

  “Oh, this is my best friend, Bella. She had to hold my hand on the plane. I’m afraid I’m not a very good flyer.”

  “Have you been drinking?” Rick asked.

  “It’s okay, I barely sipped it.” She gave me a look as if begging me not to say anything. I wondered if Rick had something against her drinking.

  But then he put those impressions to rest. “Let’s get you girls loaded up, checked in, and then go have a real drink. I’m in need of a little celebration too. Reed?” He turned to see Reed’s reaction, and the guy grunted and lifted a shoulder.

  “Whatever, man. It’s early.” He hefted up my luggage as Rick grabbed Kayla’s and we headed out of the bar and to the parking lot. It didn’t take long to get to the huge four-door truck, and once our luggage was situated, Rick and Reed talked a moment alone. Rick jumped in the driver’s seat, and Kayla climbed in beside him. Reed was stone-faced as he climbed in, taking a seat next to me.

  After we went to the hotel and checked in to drop off our luggage and freshen up, Rick took us down the street to a bar where Kayla ordered her fourth drink of the day.

  “You might want to slow down a little,” I said, leaning in. “We didn’t eat much today.”

  “If you’re hungry, there’s a burger place next door. Reed can walk you over if you like,” Rick offered.

  Reed, who’d barely said two words so far, simply nodded.

  “No, thanks.” I didn’t want to put the man out, but not only that, I didn’t want to leave Kayla alone with a man she barely knew to go wander off with one I didn’t.

  Reed leaned in close. “I don’t bite, and there’s no reason to starve.”

  “Maybe we could go someplace after?” I looked to Kayla, and she threw her arm around Rick.

  “Could we go eat after? I’ll be famished by then.” She put her forehead to his and then the two were suddenly in a lip lock that showed how comfortable she was with him.

  “Suit yourself.” Reed seemed put off and got up from the table to go across the room where he disappeared into the crowd. He didn’t seem to be enjoying himself in the least.

  About that time, a girl came over, pulling on Rick’s shoulder. “Is this your latest victim?”

  Rick put his arm protectively around Kayla and then angled her to his side. “Go on, Cindy. No one wants your drama.”

  “My drama? Don’t let him fool you, sweetheart. He’s the love ’em-and-leave ’em type. So don’t go getting attached. He was with me last month, now you, and it will be someone else before you can put your panties back on. It’s how he plays.”

  Kayla, who by this time was well into her drink, glared at Rick.

  “You were with her last month, while we were talking?” Her eyes were molten with anger, and Rick held his hand up and grabbed her wrist as she tried to slap him.

  “No, I swear it, Kayla. I dated her last year, not anytime recently. Not since I met you.”

  The girl gave a wicked smirk, perfectly pleased that she’d caused a problem. “He’s lying. Why don’t you tell her all about how good you fucked me, Rick?”

  “You pig!” Kayla pushed him away and ran out of the bar. I left Rick there with his floozy as I went after her. I had a feeling we were going to be on the next plane home. Kayla was better off without the scumbag anyway. I was even more glad that I had come with her now.

  Kayla was halfway to their truck when I caught her, but she pulled away. Her anger was so vicious it startled me. I’d only seen that side of her on the few times she was really drunk around me. One drink too many made her want to fight.

  “Fucking asshole!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she suddenly lifted her foot and slipped off her high heel shoes. They were strappy and new and the prettiest pair she owned.

  “Kayla, what are you doing?”

  “He told me he loved me, and I was the only one for him. Now he’s going to pay for it!” She took the pointed heel of her shoe and started carving into the side of Rick’s truck.

  “Kayla, stop!” I tried to stop her, but I was afraid she’d hit me in her blind rage. I looked around and saw Rick coming across the lot. There was a crowd growing as she climbed onto the hood with her dress hiked up around her thighs so high you could see her panties. The entire crowd was getting a free show.

  Rick came up and bear hugged her around the waist, pulling her down and placing her on her feet. “Stop it, Kayla! What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking crazy?”

  “You lied to me!” Kayla was kicking and screaming.

  “I’m not lying. I swear Kayla. Stop scratching up Reed’s truck and talk to me!”

  Reed was standing in the crowd looking at his truck like he wanted to murder someone. I was worried that he would go off on her and be relentless in his fury, but he just stood quietly, his chest heaving. His lips peeled back in a snarl as he watched Rick hold Kayla, whose eyes had gone wide. She’d stopped kicking and fighting long enough to survey the damage she’d done to the truck, which was pretty bad.

  She looked over to Reed with big tear-stained eyes, and all the man did in return was growl, like a wild dog about to pounce.

  End of Sneak Peak. Would you like to know how this continues?

  Click Here: Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

  Ladies like to ride me like a bucking bronco.

  But a bullsh*t clause in a will changed everything.

  My mission now: get a girl knocked up.

  My reward: two billion dollars

  Guess I better rope in the perfect baby mama.

  My family's oil empire left me a hefty inheritance.

  One condition: conceive an heir by my next birthday.

  Talk about a total mind f*ck.

  But, then I laid my eyes on Bella and I knew she was the one.

  A perfect balance of class, beauty and a sexy innocence.

  She's not afraid to tell this wild stallion to f*ck off.
/>   And that couldn't be more of a turn on.

  Something tells me she's got an inner cowgirl eager for a ride.

  I just hope she'll forgive me when she finds out I want to knock her up.

  Rock Hard Baby Daddy: A Billionaire Cowboy Romance

  Two Weeks of Sin: Sneak Peak

  CHAPTER ONE - CHANCE

  Being a creature of habit had its perks as much as being a billionaire. I stared down at the random woman, whose face was masked, and thrust my cock into the only opening, which gave me access to her mouth. I was sure the fabric allowed for some breathing because otherwise, she’d be freaking out, but I wasn’t letting up. Because of my money and the power it gave me, I was able to arrange my sex any way I wanted it.

  When I was in New York, where I lived part time and worked, owning one of the largest brewing companies in the world, it was necessary to keep my sexual escapades anonymous, so that I didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to come after me with a bogus claim of abuse or worse, a phony paternity suit. Using a third party to set up my random requests had become a way of life, and I loved the freedom of being able to do whatever I wanted to the women who arrived at my private penthouse masked and ready for the taking.

  And while this was a necessary evil, something to get me off until I was able to return home, it wasn’t what some might call my passion, though it was damned close.

  My cock grazed across her teeth as she wiggled her jaw, losing stamina. I held her chin, keeping her opened wide as my phone rang. “Fuck all.” I looked at the phone’s screen and saw my best friend, Nate’s number. I tossed it to the bed as the woman slurped and sucked. She was worn out and, lucky for her I was ready to come. I tried to pull out but that’s when she decided to suck harder, and I shot a little into her mouth. She let loose fast, swallowing what I’d given her, and I pulled out, placing my cock on her cheek as my cum spurted across the mask, leaving a pearly trail that dripped down around her features. I pulled away, not speaking to her as she stayed on her knees. She wasn’t allowed to move unless I said so.

  I grabbed my phone and sat back on the bed, raking my hands through my hair, the smell of sex permeating the room as I dialed Nate back. Then I took mercy on the girl and fetched her a towel. I was in the bathroom when my friend answered.

  “What the fuck, man? Are you canceling the trip?” Nate had a way of being dramatic, but in this case, he had every right to be.

  “Fuck!” I said, throwing the towel at the woman, who was ready to collapse. “I forgot all about it. I’m on my way.” I ended the call, gathered my clothes, and looked down to the girl. “You can get up when I’m gone. I’ll call again soon.”

  She was one of three women throughout the city who I used regularly. Each knew the routine and would be available at a moment’s notice, whether I wanted one or all three. They always showed up masked, and let me use them to my cock’s content, without ever knowing who I was. If they performed as they were supposed to, I’d pay them for their time. So, she stayed there on her knees until I was long gone.

  I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten my flight. I rushed down to my car, which was always waiting, and got inside, telling my driver to take me to the airport. I wasn’t going to get to clean up and was thankful that things hadn’t gotten too messy for me because I had a long trip ahead.

  I arrived at the airport and found Nate waiting on the tarmac with the pilot who looked even angrier than he did.

  “I’m sorry, Lou. I got tied up with business.”

  Lou Cravens was one of the best private pilots in the city, and his time was as precious as mine. I liked to know my life was in good hands, so hiring Lou for all my travels was a must, but I wasn’t the only person he worked for.

  “Let’s get this show on the road.” He shook his head and clapped me on the back as Nate and I boarded ahead of him. He secured the plane, and before I knew it, we took off.

  Nate was pouting, and it grated my nerves when he acted that way.

  “I’m sorry I was late. I was finishing up some business,” I repeated.

  He huffed a short laugh. “Tits, facial, or cream pie?” I gave him a warning glare, and he shrugged. “You said you were finishing; I just wanted to know how.”

  I looked away, glancing out the window beside me. I loved to fly, and I particularly loved flying over this part of the country.

  “Why Nebraska? And who’s ever heard of Viola, anyway?” he asked.

  “It’s a small town, but it’s growing, and there’s money. Lots of people in the surrounding areas need the jobs. I think it’s a perfect fit.”

  “If it’s so perfect then why another trip? Why not just phone it in. You’ve seen the facility, right?”

  “Yes, but now I want to check out the surrounding property. The building that’s there isn’t going to do. I will have to build.”

  “So, build somewhere fun. Or fuck it, let’s go somewhere when we’re done. How about Vegas? Just for a night?”

  Nate was the last person I’d go to Vega with ever again. He’d made a disaster out of our last trip and nearly landed me in jail.

  “Are you out of your mind? Do you think I’ve forgotten the twin’s incident?” He’d harassed a pair of twin dancers who then proceeded to call the cops because she wouldn’t give him change for a twenty.

  “That was Vegas?” He narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. “Whatever, let’s do something. It’s been a long time since you and I have gotten any time away together other than business trips.” He was worse than a girlfriend with his you never take me anywhere nice spiel. And that was just one of many reasons I didn’t do relationships. At least, not normal ones.

  “I have a meeting day after tomorrow. We’ll have to head back to New York as soon as we’re done in Viola.”

  “Is it about another one of your trips home?” He gave me an accusatory glare, and I shook my head.

  “Not yet. I haven’t found the right candidate. You know I’m picky.” He knew that things had to be perfect for me to go back home. And not just my preferences, but legalities, paperwork. It was all part of my hobby, and one that I was passionate about.

  I made other arrangements when I went back home. I would find a preferred candidate and offer them a hundred grand to stay two weeks in my castle, completely private and anonymous. All I would know was their first name, and vice versa, just how I liked it. The privacy of the castle, as well as the one-on-one time, provided more intimacy than random sex with masked women could, and I’d become rather fond of seeing how I could break the chosen.

  “You’re not that picky. You’re choosing fucking Snoozeville, Nebraska, as your next distribution site.”

  “One more crack like that and I’ll send you out to run the place.”

  He sank in his seat and glared over at me. “You wouldn’t do that to your best friend. Besides, who would hold down the fort while you run off for one of your sex romps?” He had a point. Sadly, he was my right hand, and the only person I trusted with the company.

  Teasing him was always fun though, so I gave him a stone-faced glare. “Probably someone who doesn’t act like a pussy.”

  He was quiet the rest of the trip.

  After we landed and boarded the next car, which was waiting just outside Viola, my stomach growled. I’d cleaned up a bit on the plane, but aside from pistachios, there was nothing to eat on board.

  “I’m fucking starving,” said Nate as if he read my mind.

  “I was just thinking the same thing, friend. How about I buy you some dinner?” I patted him on the shoulder and earned a narrowed look.

  “Hey, you’re the one with the billions, of course, I’ll let you buy dinner.”

  He was always kidding me about my money, and he was the only person who could get away with it. His own nest egg was nothing to sneeze at, and he was wealthy enough that he didn’t have to put up with me. He did that because he wanted to.

  I glanced up about that time to see a quaint little diner. The place was fifti
es retro, and I was drawn to the neon out front that read “Angel.” I took it as an omen, and a closer look revealed the “o’s” was burnt out on the Angelo’s Diner sign. I leaned up and instructed my driver to pull over.

  If there was an angel inside, she was about to meet the devil.

  CHAPTER TWO - CARRIE

  “Dammit,” I cursed under my breath as I sloshed another cup of coffee while placing it on the table. My mood would have been better, as well as my coordination, if I hadn’t had to pull a double after a turnaround. I was beginning to feel like I lived at Angelo’s Diner.

  I looked up at Eddie who frowned, but since he was a regular whose time at the place practically made us roommates, he let it go.

  Lindy came around the corner and whispered in my ear. “Can you believe that little shit called in again?” My best friend and confidant was as angry as I was. The boss’s niece, Jessica, had called in four times in the past two weeks and had left both Lindy and me in a bind every time.

  “Yeah, she’s going to keep getting away with it too. You know it’s not like I don’t have enough to deal with. I’ve got my dad’s illness, housework piling up at home, and bill collectors after me. If it weren’t for them, I might bitch about the extra hours more, but I actually need the money.”

  I wasn’t sure the money was worth it at times, knowing that I was working away what could be the last days of my father’s life. I was all he had to take care of him, and I hated knowing he was in and out of the nursing facility. With me working, it was all I could do. He needed constant care, and there was just the two of us since my stepmother bailed as soon as Dad’s heart gave out.

  My own mother had passed when I was a baby, so I was trying to do everything I could to care for my father.

  “How’s he doing? Did you get in touch with that specialist?” Lindy was the only person in my life that knew about my struggles, and I hadn’t told her the latest.

  “He’s the same, and I did. The specialist wants to do a new procedure, but it’s going to be about thirty grand and with the other thirty I owe, I don’t know how I’m going to make it happen. I can’t get a loan, not with my credit from the whole art school thing and let’s face it, for that kind of money I’d have to sell my soul.