Royally Yours: A Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  Charles grunted with gratification, but I had hardly even started. I swirled my tongue and lips up, down, and around the gloriously hard pillar. Every movement of my tongue and lips was suffused with so much love, I could hardly stand it. My mouth and tongue moved in new ways. With Charles, there wasn’t a wrong thing I could do or say. Our bodies just worked together.

  While I concentrated my oral adoration on the tip of his dick, I pumped his shaft for all it was worth. His breathing grew labored. When I cupped his balls, it was his turn to push me away.

  “Okay, you asked for it.”

  His voice was a growl. Pouncing on me, he pinned down my arms as he thrust himself into me. He stabbed a groan right out of me.

  Looking down at me, like a predator on prey, a smile flickered over his face.

  “That’s more like it.”

  My eyes fluttered closed as sensation overtook me. Every one of his thrusts was like another “I love you.” They were so slow, so painstakingly slow, and yet intentional too. It was as if he had control over every micro-movement of every part of his body, as if he wanted to get every part of him in the game of giving pleasure to every part of me.

  And so, in and out became the most beautiful of dances for us. In and out, in deep and in deeper. He pierced my depths and created my moans. He stroked my face and growled, “Look at me when I fuck you.”

  When I opened my eyes, the look I saw in his slayed me. It was adoration.

  Charles was looking at me with absolute adoration radiating off his every pore. I trembled with it, my orgasm blossoming into a premature full bloom.

  Sensing it, Charles peeled himself out and then threw himself in with vigor.

  Both of us spasmed with it, with our “I bloody love yous,” with eager pelvises clenching and throats crying, tears actually spilling out of my eyes. As my release choked me with its power, I knew.

  My life was perfect. It was everything I’d ever wanted. I was the luckiest woman in the world, maybe even the universe.

  Afterward, our words were a continuation of the strokes. More adoration, more love, dripped off every word.

  “You’re pretty good at sex, you know that?” I joked.

  Charles’s hand jerked over to grasp my chin.

  “Pretty good?” he challenged.

  “Okay,” I admitted, “maybe I haven’t come like that in…well, ever. Maybe you’re a sex god.”

  Charles patted my cheek and released my chin.

  “That’s more like it. After all, you’re crazy sexy yourself, wife.”

  “Wife,” I repeated to myself.

  I enjoyed the sound of the word. It was still new to me, and it felt wonderful. It contained all of the love and possession Charles felt for me. He was my man, my rock. He was the funny, handsome man who had fought for me more than I’d thought anyone would’ve. Not to mention he was the prince I’d had a crush on since I was ten. Crazy, but true.

  “Am I going to jinx things if I say that our lives can’t get any better?” Charles wondered aloud.

  I kissed him on the shoulder.

  “I don’t know. Maybe. Don’t limit things. Just because we’re the happiest we’ve been doesn’t mean we can’t be even happier someday.”

  Charles aimed his happy glance at the door that led to Harry’s room.

  “Good point. I’m sure when I get you that pony—”

  “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want a pony!” I declared with a laugh.

  “You haven’t given Paint a chance,” Charles whined.

  I responded with a kiss to his chin.

  “The things I do for my husband.”

  Charles’s hand slid down to give my breast a tweak.

  “The things I do for my wife.”

  We turned so that our heads were twisted uncomfortably but still facing each other. It had gotten to the point that when I was with him, my grins got painful big, but I didn’t care. This was what love was: talking and laughing together into the wee hours, waking up exhausted and not caring. It was all because you were in love, and that was all that needed to be there.

  A knock on the door had us sitting up.

  “Wait there,” Charles told me, pulling on his bathrobe. “I’ll get it.”

  After few quiet words with whoever was behind the cracked door, he closed it and returned.

  “That was Mother.”

  My heart settled into the bottom of my chest. The etiquette classes had been getting more intense as of late. What had she told him?

  “She says you’re fit to be royal!”

  I sat up straight, throwing my arms around him.

  “She said you did everything to a tee,” he continued jubilantly. “That even she was pleasantly surprised.”

  I almost felt like passing out on the spot. Impressing Queen Mary seemed like climbing Mount Everest in a bikini. And yet, I’d done it!

  “You know what this means…” Charles said.

  “What?”

  His hand snaked around to my ass and gave it a good squeeze.

  “This is cause for celebration. Round two.”

  As his member swept into me and a glorious smile bloomed on my lips, my body awoke to him.

  ***The End***

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Freya

  I stared out of the window as the train headed towards Venice, sighing heavily. I knew that I was doing the right thing by going there. My mom lost her store in Paris and needed money fast. I searched for local jobs, but the best opportunity was at this gorgeous castle that overlooked the water. I had a skill with sewing and they were looking for a seamstress. The pay was incredible and if I sent it back to Mama, she could get back on her feet quickly. I could return home and start over again.

  I pushed my red hair back, tucking it behind my ear. This was my second trip here, and I considered the elegant castle as I dropped my head back against the seat. I went for the interview and the interrogation with the head chef and then the queen went smoothly. I was nervous around both particularly since the queen was a stiff, formal woman. I acknowledged that her husband was ill, and she needed the help, so I accepted the job. The castle was expansive, and the stone structure has a large staff. I was going to be one of many and I hoped that I’d get along with them.

  Things had been hard with Dad dying in a car accident last year. We tried to hold it together but once the boutique was gone, Mom had no income any longer. She was moving in with her best friend until I could move back, and we could start fresh. I looked to the bag beside me that held my most precious belongings and wiped a tear away as I dropped my head. I already missed Mama and leaving home at nineteen hadn’t been a part of my plans. I got off at the train station and searched for a cab to take me the rest of the way to the castle. Once I was secured in the back seat, I took in the scenery. It was pretty with the charming old buildings and rolling hills of green. I hoped to have time to do a little exploring if I wasn’t working too hard and I looked ahead to the massive castle, narrowing my eyes in thought. It was up on a hill and gated all around with tight security. This family was powerful and popular if not a bit intimidating. I’d heard some salacious rumors about the sons, but gossip was rampant among people. I tried not to believe any of it and Mama sat with me after the interview, telling me that she thought this would be a great experience. She assured me not to worry about the rumors and to focus on my work.

  I took those words with me once I’d hugged her goodbye and boarded the train. I knew that I needed to do this. I watched as the can approached the gate, rolling the window down to give my name at the gate at the entrance. The iron blockage swung wide, and I sat up as we drove up the round driveway to th
e entrance of the castle. The head chef was waiting for me and I waved before I paid the driver with the last cash that I had. Slipping out of the car, I rolled my small case towards her with a forced smile.

  “Good afternoon,” I greeted her as Helen looked me over. I was wearing a conservative blue dress today, well-aware that there was going to be a uniform for my days here. I wanted to be comfortable and professional and this dress seemed perfect.

  “Hello, Freya. I hope you had a pleasant trip back here.” Her gray eyes softened as she looked at me and I nodded. Helen was strict in the kitchen, but I sensed that she was compassionate underneath it all. There was a warmth in the service area between everyone that made me relieved that I’d gotten the job.

  “I did. It was beautiful,” I replied as she nodded.

  “I am going to show you where you’ll be staying. It’s a large studio type space that is across from the room you’ll be working in. Everything in there is top of the line and should make the job enjoyable for you. The queen loves custom made clothing as much as she likes to shop, so you’ll have your hands full.” Helen sighed as the sound of a car grew louder and we both watched as a red sports car pulled up and into the huge garage. There was music blaring from the windows and I thought I saw two guys driving it. I wondered if they were the brothers and turned to ask Helen before I heard voices.

  “Hello, Helen. How are you?” I stared at the first one. He looked to be the older one, and he was tall with stormy blue eyes and tousled dark brown hair. He kissed her cheek as she sighed and gave me a long look. “Hello. Who are you?”

  “Braden, behave yourself. This is the new seamstress and you are to behave yourself around her. Freya, this is Braden Morrow.” I stared at him, taken aback by his stunning eyes and charming smile. I offered my hand to him and he took it gently, bending to kiss it as he stared into my eyes. “This is his younger brother. Callin, this is Freya. She is going to be the new seamstress here.” I looked at the other brother, seeing emerald green eyes and a darker blonde hair that was cropped close to his head.

  Both of these men were gorgeous and just a few years older than I was. I started to understand the rumors. Braden let go of my hand and Callin was happy to grab it, pressing it between both if his large palms as he searched my face.

  Helen cleared her throat as he kept holding on.

  “Callin. I already told your brother to behave, and the same goes for you.” Her voice was firm, and he smiled crookedly at her.

  “We’ll see you later. Is she in the west wing, Helen?” Braden asked as she rolled her eyes.

  “Never you mind.” They hurried by into the castle and I was certain that they took my breath with them. I stared after them and she shook her head and looked at me. “Those boys have my heart, but they are trouble. They’ll flirt with you to no end, but I know that they’re harmless. You’re the youngest girl we’ve had here for some time.”

  I blushed and followed her inside, taking my suitcase with me. We turned, and she led me down a long hallway and up two flights of stairs before opening a door to the right. Helen led the way inside and I took a long look around the large room. There was a small kitchen, a large bed against the wall and a lot of windows. I smiled and walked over to take in the view.

  “This is gorgeous,” I noted as Helen joined me.

  “It is. You’ll work hard here but you can relax in the evening looking at this. The mornings can be nice too assuming you’re not up before the sun.” I looked at her and she smiled ruefully. “The queen loves clothes. Let me take you across the hall and you can see how much.”

  We walked across the large space and into another room. I looked around as my mouth dropped open in shock. It wasn’t that the room was huge because it wasn’t even as large as mine here in the castle. It offered many kinds of materials and what looked like storage. The sewing machine was the kind that I’d only dreamed of working on and I walked over in awe. Touching it, my mind raced with ideas. I sighed, knowing that it was my job and not a hobby. I smiled and looked around, knowing that I was in my element.

  “This is great,” I remarked as I looked at the material. There were a few gowns hung on a rack, and I frowned as Helen cleared her throat.

  “You’ll create as much as you repair. She loved clothes and keeps them as long as possible.” Helen told me as I looked at her.

  “Is she nice?” My voice was a whisper as if we’d be heard.

  “She’s tough, but she is handling things well. She’s keeping the town in check while dealing with poor Phillip. He has pneumonia, and it isn’t looking good.” Helen looked sad for a moment. “Such a kind man. At least, until the end. He’s been sick off and on for months now. The winters here are cold and long.” Helen shook her head and smiled at me. “I think you’ll fit in just fine here, Freya.”

  “What is the schedule like?” I asked, and she tucked a strand of hair into her tight, gray bun.

  “I start before six in the morning. I prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the queen as well as cooking separately for the king. He doesn’t eat much but I want him to keep his strength as best he can.” She was a compassionate woman, and the thought made me smile. I was naïve and only knew my life with Mama. I never dated or had any real friends because I was busy helping her at the boutique. I’d never even kissed a boy. I blushed, and Helen frowned at me.

  “Are you okay?” She asked as I quickly nodded.

  “I was just thinking. I want to do the best I can from the start.” I offered, and she nodded.

  “You’ll be fine if you just focus on your work day. The last seamstress didn’t, and that’s why you’re here.” Her shoulders lifted, and she glanced around the room. “Do you have any questions about this room?”

  “No. I think I’ll learn it as I go.” She nodded, and we walked across the hall. Helen told me to get settled in and then come down to the kitchen. I could help prepare dinner and then meet with the queen to go over my duties. I smiled and returned to my new home, unpacking the few clothes that I’d brought and placing the picture of my family by the bed. It was already furnished and ready to live in though it was simple. It wasn’t like the rest of the grandiose castle.

  When I was done, I looked outside again and took a slow breath in before releasing it. I missed Mama so much, but I was doing this for her. I was doing this so we could be together again in our tiny cottage in Paris. I nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door before I found the stairs to go down to the kitchen.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Freya

  Walking into the large space, I looked around as Helen delegated tasks to her small staff. She was no nonsense in this room but there was still a warmth about her. I smiled, and she glanced in my direction with a nod.

  “Get these rolls into the oven, Freya. There are dinner guests this evening.” I walked over and watched as she showed me how large to roll the fresh dough before placing it on the sheet. She introduced me to everyone, and I smiled shyly as I tried to remember their names. They were all women of various ages though there was a man that stayed with the queen when she was out in public. He must be a bodyguard of sorts. I realized that everything was cooked fresh for the family quickly as I helped assemble the ten plates. Helen let me stay in the kitchen since I wasn’t dressed in the standard gray dress with a cream apron tied around my waist.

  I watched as everyone came back and shared a plate of the leftovers. Helen always tried to save some, and they ate quickly while the family was busy. I was offered a fork and stepped up between two girls that washed the clothes, taking a bite of seasoned potatoes. They were amazing. I also enjoyed a roll, tearing off bites as I listened to the surrounding chatter.

  Most of the girls were aware of how handsome the princes were. That was no surprise but some things they said made me want to blush. I was inexperienced in that way of life. It seemed that the men were not. I gathered that they had sex with some staff and caused a few terminations. I wondered if the old seamstress was one of
them. It was a strict rule for them not to get involved with the staff. The queen had ideas for whom they were going to marry. Of course, It was princesses and royalty that could add to their power. The princes would never end up with a plain girl like myself.

  I met with the queen in a formal living room after she’d eaten. It was rushed because she had guests, but I learned that I was to fix the dresses hanging in my work area if there wasn’t a pressing project. The queen was blunt about the fact that she had many events to attend and how she dressed for them. It made me wonder what she was doing while her husband was essentially dying somewhere in this home.

  She also told me she had a few people that handled her wardrobe. I sensed that it was a veiled threat to my job, but I merely smiled. I nodded at everything she told me, even when I learned my shift started at six and ended at six unless I was needed for something urgent. I could make simple meals for lunch and snack on what I could grab for my two ten-minute breaks. It sounded like I wouldn’t have a lot of time to focus on my health.

  I finished the meeting and went into the kitchen to find everyone cleaning up. Helen was cutting up a beautiful chocolate cake and getting it on serving plates as coffee brewed across the kitchen.

  “How was it?” Helen asked me once she had people serving the dessert to the dining room.

  “Fine. The hours are long but at least I will be doing something that I love. I will be able to send money home as well.” I tried to look at the bright side and Helen smiled at me. I finished cleaning the kitchen with everyone and headed upstairs for my only evening of rest. It didn’t sound like weekends were an option here.

  I was on the second level when I heard the moans. I froze and looked around the dimly lit halls, seeing nobody around. I didn’t know who lived on this level of the castle and I pressed my lips together as I paused. Almost automatically, my feet moved towards the sound and I blushed as I heard the sounds of pure pleasure. I looked around again and found a door that was cracked as I held in a gasp.