Royally Yours: A Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  “You’re soaked,” I whispered against her neck.

  “I know.”

  I found her clit and firmly massaged it until I felt her body go tight as a bow. She was on the verge. One stroke and I would make her cum. I didn’t move my hand. My mouth moved over her breast, sucking on the soft skin.

  “Jake,” she cried out.

  I kept my finger pressed against her sensitive piece of flesh. She squirmed, trying to rub against me. I stilled her body my biting down on the inside of her breast. She instantly stopped wiggling. When I felt her body begin to relax, I rubbed in a circular motion once again, bringing her to the brink. Her back was arched, and she was panting. Again, I could feel her body go taut. I stopped moving.

  “No!” she thrashed her head. “Fuck me, Jake, dammit!”

  “No?” I teased. “Yes or no, which do you want?”

  A keening sound tore from her mouth, her body shaking with the need for release.

  I moved my hand away from her pussy, teasing her. She growled low in her throat and reached for my hand, bringing it right back to where it was.

  “Right there,” she moved my fingers to her hole. “Mmmmm,” she licked her lips as I slid one finger inside her.

  “Here?” I pulled out my wet finger and barely touched her clit.

  “Dying,” she whimpered. “Give it to me.”

  I smiled a split second before I slammed my mouth against hers, pushing my tongue inside to duel with hers while my fingers worked their magic over her clit. I swallowed the scream she let out as the climax hit. Her body came off the bed as her back arched, pressing her slick pussy against my fingers. I fingered and probed her body, giving her what she wanted.

  Her body went limp and I knew it was over. I moved my hand away from her and rolled to my back, fighting the urge to roll on top of her and plunge inside. I couldn’t fuck her again, not so soon after the last time. I wasn’t a total barbarian.

  After laying next to her naked body for close to thirty minutes, neither of us talking, I figured it was time to get up and get dressed. I hadn’t come to see her with the intention of doing that, but somehow, that’s where we always ended up. I wasn’t complaining, but we needed to have an actual conversation. It wasn’t going to happen if we were both naked in her bed.

  I found my clothes and started to dress, staring at her flushed, naked body the whole time. She rolled to her side, propped her head up on her elbow and watched me. If she kept looking at me the way she was, I was going to rip my clothes off and fuck her senseless again before I ever got a word out.

  “I’m going to grab that drink now,” I mumbled, leaving the room and her gloriously naked body.

  I grabbed the glass and downed the shot of tequila. I had to talk to her. The sex was good, but I wanted more. It had taken all my courage to come to her. I couldn’t back out, not when I had come that far. I needed to know where she stood on the idea of us. It was a weird feeling to think of her and I as an us, but I liked it. It gave me a deep sense of satisfaction and belonging.

  She came into the living room, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She had washed off the rest of the makeup and was back to looking like the Calla I knew.

  “I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I didn’t come here expecting that.”

  She grinned. “Never apologize for giving me multiple orgasms or doing what you did to my body.”

  I nodded. “Noted. Can we talk a minute?”

  “Sure. That’s probably a good idea.”

  She sat down on the couch and looked up at me.

  “I missed you,” I told her. “I really didn’t come here with the intention of fucking, but that dress, those heels—woman, you damn near killed me.”

  She giggled and shrugged a shoulder. “I told you, it’s an effective marketing ploy.”

  I growled and fought the inner caveman trying to come out. “I don’t know if I like that, but I get it,” I said instead.

  “I can understand that.”

  I looked at the bottle of tequila and realized I was going to need more to get out the words. I refilled the glass and drank it down.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  I looked at her, trying to find the right words. I had practiced a speech in my head while I waited, but it sounded cheesy and dumb. I couldn’t tell her I was wrong about not wanting a commitment. That wouldn’t sound right.

  “Jake, maybe I should talk,” she suggested.

  I shook my head. “No. Calla, I missed you,” I said, deciding to go with what I felt instead of a rehearsed speech.

  She smiled and nodded her head. “I missed you.”

  “No, you don’t understand. I can’t look around my cabin without seeing you there. Your scent is ingrained in the wood, everywhere. Your presence is like a ghost. And those damn panties, Calla. That was fucking cruel,” I groaned.

  She covered her smile with her hand. When she looked at me I could see the devious twinkle in her eyes. “I thought you’d like that.”

  “I can’t get into my bed without feeling like it’s empty. I walk around with a hard-on all day because everywhere I turn I remember you and you aren’t there. I think my damn dog misses you as well.”

  “Oh, I miss Casper.”

  It wasn’t exactly the words I was hoping to hear.

  “Calla, I’m serious,” I said, running a hand over my face.

  “Will you sit?” she said softly.

  “I shouldn’t.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

  “Because every time I’m near you, I want to fuck the shit out of you!”

  That made her giggle. She wouldn’t be giggling if she knew how serious I was. Even now, looking at her fresh-faced and casually sitting on the couch, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I had just had one of the biggest orgasms of my life and I already wanted her again. My dick jumped and pressed against the zipper of my jeans at the thought of getting inside that tight pussy again.

  I put the glass down and rubbed my dick. “Look what you do to me,” I groaned. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you and I am a complete wreck when you’re away from me.”

  Her eyes were suddenly very shiny. Was she going to cry? Hell, that had not been my intention. I knew I could be crude at times. I hadn’t intended to be, I just wanted her to understand my torment.

  “Sit,” she commanded.

  I moved to sit beside her on the couch, not touching her. I was seriously in a battle with my own desires. To touch her, hold her, and kiss her until she was pressed against me, panting for release. I tumbled into a wild fantasy of fucking her on the huge table in the dining room. It had been one of the first things that caught my eye when I walked into the house. I would never look at a table the same way after what we had done on my own table.

  “Jake,” she whispered my name, bringing me back to the real world.

  I looked at her, waiting to hear what she would say. A part of me was terrified she would tell me it was just a fling, that all we were was sex.

  “Yes?”

  She reached out and put a hand on my knee. “Did you ever think that all these feelings and emotions you are experiencing may be because you love me?”

  I flinched at the word. That was a loaded word that I did not like to bandy about. “What?” I gulped, suddenly feeling very sick to my stomach.

  Her eyes drew me in. I felt as if I could stare at her forever and get lost in the fantasy world we had created together.

  “Jake, the missing each other and the other things you described, it sounds as if you are saying you love me.”

  I felt a smile spread across my face.

  She smiled in return.

  We looked at each other like a couple of lovesick fools for several long seconds before she leaned forward, her lips a hair’s breath from mine. “All you have to do is say the words,” she whispered.

  I froze. Fuck me. I wasn’t prepared for her response. It wa
sn’t part of my plan. A flood of adrenaline rushed through my veins. I could feel that instinct to flee kicking in. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest I could hear it in my ears.

  Her lips touched mine and her hand squeezed my thigh. It was like an anchor, settling my soul, calming my nerves and touching me deep inside. I inhaled through my nose, inhaling the scent of her as she kissed me.

  Relax, Jake. Breathe in, breathe out, I chanted inside my head, letting her lips be my guide out of the darkness.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Calla

  I couldn’t push him too hard. I was dying to blurt out the words, but I had to let him do this on his own. He was skittish and I knew I had put him way outside his comfort zone, but I had to hear the words. It was silly and maybe even a little selfish, but I had to know for sure.

  My heart was full to bursting at the idea that he loved me. I knew he did. I felt it in every touch, with every look. The man was struggling because he didn’t know how to love. He didn’t know what it was to be loved. That hurt my heart, but I was prepared to show him how good it could be. How good we could be together, if he could say the words. I couldn’t let myself get into another one-sided relationship. Blake had never truly loved me, and looking back, I could admit I never loved him. I thought I had, but it was more of a desire to not be alone than a true and abiding love.

  I watched the myriad of emotions flood over his face. Another woman would have been horrified to see the panicked look on his face, but not me. I knew him too well. I knew that for Jake, simply coming here was a huge statement of love. I should let him off the hook. But no. If this was going to work, he had to be able to trust me with his feelings, and I had to be able to trust him with my heart.

  “Jake?” I prompted. “I have to hear it.”

  My heart went out to him as I watched him struggle. My big, burly mountain man was struggling to say three little words. I couldn’t take his misery another second.

  I reached for the bottle of tequila, poured some in the single glass and drank, before refilling it again.

  “Here,” I pushed it towards him.

  He looked miserable as he gulped it down. I took the glass and set it on the table next to the bottle.

  “Truth or dare?”

  He gave me a strange look. “What?”

  “The last time we played our little game, you dared me not to fall for you. I lost. What about you?”

  His face twisted into a look of abject misery.

  I unbuttoned a few buttons of the blouse I had put on, just enough for him to see I hadn’t bothered putting on a bra. After the tape, my breasts deserved a little freedom.

  He stared at the cleavage for long seconds before his arm snaked out and grabbed me, dragging me onto his lap.

  “That wasn’t the last time we played your little game,” he snarled. “The last time ended with me fucking you on my kitchen table after you pleasured yourself.”

  I gasped at the memory. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I should have known he would recall it as well.

  “Well?” I asked, his forehead pressed against mine, his lips just out of reach.

  His eyes met mine, separated by no more than a couple of inches of shared air. “I did. I do.”

  “Do what?”

  “I love you,” he croaked out before engulfing my mouth in his own. Pure joy radiated through my body as his arms went around me, hugging my body close to his. I fought back tears, not wanting to turn into a complete girl.

  His kiss deepened and intensified. I could already feel his hard length beneath me. I was pleasantly surprised to know he was ready to go again. My body had longed for his touch for too long. I knew it would take more than a few times for me to get my fill. I hoped he felt the same way.

  “Jake,” I pulled away from his mouth.

  “I’m not finished,” he growled, slamming against my mouth with such ferocity I squealed with excitement.

  I loved when he went all caveman. Being with him always was thrilling. I loved the way he dominated me. I had to be strong and powerful in real-life, but with him, I could kick back and let him be the boss.

  “We should go to bed,” I told him.

  “We already did it in there,” he murmured against my mouth.

  I laughed. “Is there a rule about using the same place more than once?”

  “My rule. I want to fuck you right now.”

  I heard a clacking of toenails out on the dining room floor. Evie had left the living room. I started giggling thinking about my rather prissy dog witnessing such animalistic behavior.

  “Why are you laughing?” he groaned in frustration.

  “Sorry, just silliness.”

  In truth, I was giddy. His words had put me into such a good mood I felt like giggling. It was like being thirteen and finding out the quarterback had a crush on you. I felt like a school girl getting my first kiss.

  “Is it the room? This is your parents’ house, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

  “Are they coming home anytime soon?” he asked worriedly.

  I shook my head. “No, they went on a cruise to the Bahamas. They won’t be back for a few days.”

  He looked relieved. “Okay, so, what’s the problem?”

  “Nothing. I have zero problems. I’m sorry to giggle, but you really kind of made my day. I am so happy I want to dance on the rooftop.”

  He kissed me and smiled. “It’s a little cold for that.”

  “You made me the happiest girl in the world. I’m giddy.”

  His hands moved up my back. “Can I make you horny instead?”

  I laughed. “Jake, anytime you are near me I’m horny. Hell, you don’t even have to be near me to make me want sex. I have been semi-aroused for a week, thinking about you.”

  That made him grin. “Good. I’ve had the same problem, which is why I really, really want to make love to you.”

  His words sent a spiral of delicious heat around my heart that pooled in my belly. “Make love?” I whispered, my earlier giddiness forgotten.

  “Yes. I want to make love to you.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat brought about by his tender words. We had fucked before. Making love was different.

  “Okay. Let’s go to bed.”

  I moved to get off his lap. I reached for his hand and walked towards my bedroom. I heard Evie’s nails on the floor again and knew she was following me.

  “Stay,” I ordered.

  Jake looked at me with confusion.

  “Not you, the dog. You,” I said, turning to wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body close to his. “You are coming with me. I’ve got plans for you.”

  He groaned and started walking, pushing me down the hall. He stopped outside my bedroom door and backed me against the wall, kissing me deeply.

  “I love you,” he said again. “You didn’t say it, Calla.”

  I looked up at him. “I love you, Jake.”

  The words were all the man needed. His hands were on me, shredding the shirt I had put on while he shoved me into the room. I grinned. First, we needed to have hot and dirty sex and then we could make love.

  I awoke the following morning embraced in my man’s arms. It was a wonderful feeling. He had me pulled against his chest as if he would never let me go. We had fallen asleep after a long day of love making. I had ordered pizza late last night when we realized we were famished. We never left the room.

  He had warned me about the possibility of him having a nightmare, but I assured him it would be okay. I wasn’t afraid. I could never be afraid of him. The man had slept like a rock beside me, never even stirring.

  I carefully pulled his arm off me and scooted to the edge of the bed. Evie would probably be anxious to get outside. I quietly threw on my robe and tiptoed out of the room, planning to crawl right back in bed and snuggle close to him as soon as Evie was finished doing her business. I had made it down the hall when I heard the doorbell ri
ng.

  “What the hell?” I grumbled.

  I looked at the clock. It was only seven. Who in their right mind would be ringing the doorbell that damn early. It rang again, infuriating me.

  I rushed to the door to stop whoever it was from doing it again and waking the sleeping giant in my bed. I unlocked the door and yanked it open.

  “What?” I snarled.

  It was Blake. Shit.

  He pushed his way inside, not waiting for an invitation.

  “What do you want, Blake?” I whisper yelled, hoping to holy hell that Jake didn’t wake up and find Blake standing in the living room.

  “You didn’t return my calls. I was worried,” he said, his eyes darting around the room and settling on the bottle of tequila. “You got drunk? Alone? Calla, really, if you’re that miserable, just come back to me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You need to go.”

  “I want to talk.”

  “No. It’s seven o’clock in the morning. I was in bed. I only got up to let Evie out. Go home,” I said with exasperation.

  He shook his head. “No, not until you agree to go out with me. Dinner. We can talk and work out all this stuff between us.”

  I sighed. “Damn it Blake, I’m really not trying to be a bitch, but we are over. Done. Finished. We are never, ever getting back together.”

  For a moment I was tempted to sing that last part, but managed to stop myself. I didn’t know how else to tell the man we were never going to happen though, and I couldn’t believe how obnoxious he was being. He had never put that much effort into our relationship all the time we were together and now suddenly he decides to show up.

  “One dinner. Come on, you owe me that much,” he said, with his most charming smile.

  A month ago, that smile would have disarmed me. I would have fallen back into his arms and been miserable until we broke up again.

  I shook my head. “It won’t work this time. We have nothing more to say to each other. You’re only doing this because you can’t handle the fact I am walking away from you. No,” I said holding up a hand. “I am running away from you. Lose my number. Don’t come by. It’s time you leave me alone, Blake. You are becoming a serious annoyance.”