Royal Protection: Little Queens Duet 1

by Amy Briggs

  The whole band was getting tipsy, enjoying the night, and celebrating what was deemed a great show. Although all I wanted to do was get back to the hotel, it did bring me great pleasure to see Miranda laughing and smiling, and having a great time. She had a few drinks, which I’d not seen her do, and her flirtatious behavior toward me had returned. I’d managed to get the seat next to her in our horseshoe shaped booth, and every now and then, she’d run her hand gently along my leg, her touches sending signals straight to my cock, eliminating any doubt I had that she wanted me just as much. The more impatient I grew, the closer she seemed to get to me, driving me mad. It was no accident, and if I didn’t get her back to the hotel soon, I was going to explode.

  Carmen had taken up with a guy who’d been performing on stage when we arrived, and was looking like she wouldn’t be coming back to the hotel alone, and Mike had found himself a pretty blonde at the bar. Johnny was on the other side of me, enjoying a drink and chilling out, much like myself. We’d chatted a bit that night, and it was nice to have another level head in the group.

  “Ahh, to be young and stupid again,” he joked, nodding in Mike’s direction.

  “For real, man,” I replied.

  “So, you don’t drink?” he asked me.

  “What do you mean?” I said, taking a sip of my club soda.

  “Oh, I know a club soda with lime when I see one. It’s cool man, I’m not much of a boozer myself these days, what with kids and all.” He took a little sip of the beer he’d been nursing since we arrived.

  “I’m just kind of observing everything, really,” I replied, smirking that he noticed.

  “Yes, I’ve noticed what you’re observing,” Johnny said, raising an eyebrow and nodding in Miranda’s direction.

  I tried to laugh it off. “I’m pretty sure she was assigned to me… you know, for the interviews and all.”

  “You sure it’s not the other way around?” He asked. I looked over at Miranda; she was chatting away with Travis, who’d showed up out of nowhere and sat on the other side of her.

  “Not sure what you mean,” I replied.

  “Well, for a writer, you don’t write very much,” he started. “And, your tats. My dad was a Ranger. I don’t know too many Army Rangers who turn into writers for rock magazines.”

  Not wanting to delve any further into it, and feeling like his tone held an underlying approval, I simply said, “I can neither confirm nor deny your suspicions. But I do plan to keep an eye on the lady, if that’s what you’re implying.”

  Forming a grin, Johnny tapped his beer bottle to my glass and said, “Cheers, my friend. I’d say she’s lucky to have you writing about her.” He took a sip of his beer, and went back to listening to the band on stage.

  It was looking like the undercover gig as a writer was a bit more difficult to get away with than I’d thought, but so long as no one speculating was telling the girls anything, it would be fine. We had a full summer to get through, and Mr. Royal - Mark - wasn’t going to be pleased if the girls, particularly Miranda, found me out and refused my protection. Shoving those thoughts to the side, I turned my focus back to Miranda, who was still completely engaged in conversation with Travis.

  It was getting late, and Miranda was definitely getting drunk. Thank God the bar was closing, and it was time to go. Carmen indicated she wouldn’t be riding back with us, same as Mark; they’d found their companions for the evening. Miranda leaned over to me, whispering the words I’d waited all night to hear. “Are you ready to head back?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” I replied, grabbing her hand and rising from the table. Johnny had left about an hour prior; he wanted to get home to call his wife. He was a good family man, that’s for sure.

  I caught Travis looking at our hands, and then stared at Miranda. “Are you guys leaving?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m tired. It’s time to go,” she replied, not letting go of my hand. Not that she could; I had quite a grip on it.

  “Oh, well, I could ride back with you, if that’s okay?” he inquired.

  “Of course, Travis, come on. Let’s get a taxi,” .She smiled at him kindly. Something about the way he looked at her was a red flag to me. I knew he had a bit of a crush on her, but he was staring a little harder than I thought was appropriate. Maybe it was my internal claim on her that was speaking, but he gave me a bad vibe I’d need to look into further, for sure.

  The three of us grabbed a taxi, and while Miranda sat in the middle on the ride to the hotel, she leaned into me for the duration of the trip. She was definitely under the influence, but not hammered. I’d watched her drink through the night, and she seemed to be the kind of woman that would have a few, and then cut herself off. She didn’t like to lose control; that much was obvious.

  Fortunately, it was a short trip to the hotel, not more than fifteen minutes. By the time we arrived, Miranda had taken her shoes off and was carrying them, along with her small purse.

  “Can I walk you to your room?” Travis asked her.

  “We’re actually right next to each other, so that won’t be necessary, Travis,” I replied for her.

  “Oh, well okay then. I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

  “You sure will,” Miranda smiled, reaching out to him for a hug. While she embraced him briefly, I felt my temperature rise and my impatience grew as well.

  “Alright, let’s go,” I prodded her.

  “Okay, okay,” she replied. “Night, Travis,” .She waved as we walked to the elevators, leaving Travis in the lobby, which I thought was strange. If he was going back to his room, he should have ridden the elevators up with us. There was definitely something off about that guy, but I had other things to worry about, like finally talking to Miranda, which I thought would never happen.

  She leaned into me on the elevator after I pushed the button, and instinctively I slid my arm around her, pulling her in a bit closer. “Did you have fun tonight?” I asked, my ears ringing from the music in the bar.

  “I did. I don’t go out a whole lot, so it was nice. Did you have fun?” She turned her face up to mine, those gray eyes sparkling, a genuine smile forming.

  “I did. But mostly because you looked like you were,” I replied, squeezing her lightly as the elevator stopped on our floor.

  As I was pulling her out of the elevator by her hand, she resisted a little. “Oh come on, Ryan. What do you care, really?” Her question stopped me in my tracks.

  “What do you mean, ‘what do I care’? Were you there last night, Miranda?” I growled at her.

  “Yeah, I was there,” she said petulantly. “I was there when you stopped what you started before it even went anywhere.” She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms.

  “Are you serious? Is that why you haven’t talked to me all day?” She was mad that I stopped kissing her last night? Oh, for fuck’s sake.

  “Honestly, Ryan, I’m not really interested in having this conversation right now. I’m feeling good, I’m over being rejected last night, and I’d like to just be friends.” Her eyes got big while she pursed her lips, awaiting my reply.

  My fucking reply was, “Let’s go,” as I grabbed her arm, walking past her room into mine.

  He dragged me to his room, and what happened was what romance novels are written about. The moment we entered, he slammed the door behind us, backing me into it, pressing his body against mine, and burying his face into my neck. As he pulled me so our bodies were flush with each other, I tried to get my bearings. I raised my hands to his midsection, steadying myself, while reeling from the scent of his cologne, and the light prickly sensation of his stubble on my neck. As he inhaled, pulling me even closer if that were possible, I ran my hands up his sides instinctively.

  Ryan leaned back, gently raising his hands to my face, examining me. What I read in his expression was frustration, and fire. “You don’t get it, Miranda,” he said huskily.

  “Get what?” I whispered, staring into his eyes, .My heart was about to
pound out of my chest.

  “I don’t want to be friends,” he replied, just before bringing his lips to mine. He kissed me deeply, and longingly giving me the kind of chills I’d never experienced before. The moment our lips touched, I lost all my senses, swimming in a sea of desire as he drank me in, stealing my breath away. His tongue brushed mine gently, and he grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging gently. My hands slowly moved up to his chest, as I took in his chiseled body one slow inch at a time. I gave into his kiss immediately, forgetting my earlier dismay and confusion, and relished in the moment all over again. But it was different; something had changed. He wasn’t holding back this time.

  He began to explore my body with his hands, reaching around my back, pulling my hips tightly to his. I felt his hardness against me, and my craving for him growing exponentially. His hands reached lower, pulling up my dress as he slid his hand up my thigh. I wrapped my leg around him, feeling the wetness in my panties as he ran his thumb along the string at my hip under my skirt. My need for him increasing, I let out a small moan as his massive hand squeezed my ass, pressing my core into him.

  As he slid his tongue slowly down my neck, I was grateful for the hotel room door, which steadied me as my knees buckled from the overwhelming sensations of his touch. I gasped as he gently bit my shoulder just below my neck, kissing gently where his teeth had been. As I tilted my head further to the side, granting him full access, he pulled away, taking my hands into his, walking me to the bed, where he pushed me gently to sit down. Kneeling in front of me, his hands running up my thighs, he said, “I want you to stay with me tonight.” He gazed up at me, adding, “Please?”

  Oh, you’re goddamn right! Fuck yes! “Yes,” I whispered instead, trying to keep my inner whore at bay for just a little bit longer. I was so fucking hot for him, and not remembering the last time I’d been intimate with a man, my libido was in overdrive.

  “Wait right here. Don’t move, okay?” He stood up, walking backward to the bathroom, where he disappeared for just a moment. It sounded like he’d gotten something out of a bag in there. Probably condoms, I thought, getting even more giddy with anticipation. As he walked back out slowly, running a hand through his thick blond hair, he kneeled in front of me again; this time, pushing my legs apart more, giving himself access to me.

  He ran his hands up the skirt of my dress toward my center, and I tensed up a bit. The reality of the moment hit me. We were doing this. And while I wanted him so badly in that moment, I had a pang of need for reassurance I couldn’t express. As if he knew what I was thinking, he stopped, bringing his hands back to my face. “Miranda. I think you’re amazing. And you’re beautiful. I know you’re worried about what this means, or what happens if we do this. I promise you, we’ll take the summer to figure it out together.” He caressed my face gently, scanning for an answer.

  “How did you know?” I whispered, still barely able to speak. As I surveyed his eyes, I saw truth. He had no reason to lie to me, or to use me for anything. He wanted me, as much as I wanted him, and what happened yesterday was a failure to launch for both of us.

  “Because I watch you all day, Miranda. I watch you work, I watch you sing like an angel, I watch you take care of everyone around you. I watch,” he said softly. “I’ve wanted you from the minute I laid eyes on you. This isn’t something I can stop; you’re in my head, Miranda. All day. Every day. You.”

  And with that, I launched myself at him, letting go. Letting him in. All night long.

  That was as much talking as either of us wanted to do at that point. Miranda was still wearing that sexy dress, the full skirt flowing around her as she sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t get under that skirt fast enough after she gave in to her feelings for me. I ran my hands along the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart. As I reached her center, my cock strained against my jeans so badly that I unbuttoned them for just a bit of relief. It would be his turn soon enough, but I needed to taste her sweetness right now.

  I ran the pad of my thumb along her clit, causing her breath to hitch as she watched me intently. Those gray eyes penetrating through me, yet driving me to tease her. I stared at her, not moving my gaze from her face as I slid her panties aside, rubbing her just a bit harder. Miranda’s panties were soaked for me, and she was so warm and ready. Sliding one finger inside her, I continued massaging her with my thumb, causing her to throw her head back gently and let out a breathy moan. With my other hand, I adjusted my cock, giving it a little rub before I lifted the bottom of her dress all the way up. Grabbing her by those full sexy hips, I yanked her down to the very edge of the bed, her ass just barely hanging on, causing her to lean back on her elbows.

  I grabbed the strings of her panties, planning to slide them off gently. Instead, I ripped them off in one quick movement, breaking the string that held them together and causing her to gasp. Tossing them to the side, I placed a hand on either leg, and spread her open before me. God, she was perfect, and I needed my mouth on her. I leaned in, licking the inside of her thigh before giving it a gentle bite. “You know what happens now, right?”

  Watching me intently as I deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent of her pussy, she shook her head. “What happens now?”

  “Once I lick it, it’s mine.” I smirked at her, amused by my cliché, but also completely serious. She wasn’t going to be with anyone else now. She’d be mine for as long as I could keep her.

  With a huge grin, Miranda nodded her head, which I took as my cue to enjoy myself. Moving her skirt out of my way, I swiped my tongue over her center, before pulling her clit into my mouth, sucking and teasing as I listened to her breathing become labored. Not releasing her little nub, I slowly slid my index finger back inside her, causing her to start rocking her hips with me. Holding her in place with my other hand, I increased my pace slightly, allowing myself to devour her. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand, holding me in place as her movements grew quicker. I could feel her body start to quiver with her impending release, almost too soon, but I wasn’t finished with her by a long shot. As she called out my name, panting and grabbing the blankets at her side, I continued to feast on her through her climax.

  When her hands relaxed at her sides, she pushed herself back up on her elbows, gazing down at me. Satisfied with her reaction, I sat up, pulling her down to me.

  “Jesus Christ, Ryan,” Miranda breathed out. “That was… incredible.” She was straddling me on the floor at the foot of the bed, slightly dazed. I moved in closer to kiss her, her hands tugging at the hem of my t-shirt as she kissed me back fervently.

  I grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it away from us. Miranda leaned back, inspecting me, as she softly ran her fingertips over the tattoos on my chest before leaning in to kiss them, working her way to my neck. I felt a growl rumbling inside me, wanting to get out. I stood up, picking her up with me, and spinning her around so her back was to me. As I moved her hair away from her neck, I planted a soft kiss at her nape before slowly dragging the zipper from her dress down her back dramatically. I felt Miranda shudder, but she leaned her neck to the side, granting me even more access to consume her. I took the opportunity to continue kissing along her shoulder softly as I slid her silky, purple dress to the ground. It fell easily around her feet with a whoosh, leaving her in nothing but her bra. Before turning her back around, I unclasped it, gliding it off her body, letting it hit the floor.

  Now facing me, I lifted her chin so she would meet my gaze. I wanted her to see my intense desire for her; I wanted her to feel it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Miranda,” I whispered before kissing her again, pressing her naked body to mine. As she gingerly reached for the waistband of my jeans, my cock twitched in anticipation, and when her soft fingers touched the tip of my dick, I let out a gasp myself. Her touch was like an intense fire that left a trail of heat in its wake. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, sending me into overdrive, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her any longer.

&n
bsp; I moved us to the bed, laying her down. As she looked up at me with hooded eyes, she smiled, sending a shot straight to my chest. I could watch her smile for an eternity, and simply be grateful she was happy. I dropped my jeans to the ground, crawling up beside her soft, voluptuous body. Skimming over her midsection with the palm of my hand, I basked in her softness before yanking her to me, causing her breasts to heave against my chest. “Talk to me, Miranda,” I whispered against her lips. “Let me know this is what you want. Tell me you want me like I want you.” I needed to hear her say it.

  “I want you, Ryan,” she replied quietly, moving her hand to my ribs, scraping me gently with her nails. She bit her bottom lip lightly; her full plump lips were so sexy, and laying next to her naked, softly exploring each other, anticipating what would happen next, was almost more than I could handle. She reached down, taking hold of my cock with her tiny hand, pumping me softly. I leaned my head back, grabbing her hips roughly as she started to work my cock more vigorously, drawing out my pleasure. I needed inside her immediately. I rolled over and grabbed a condom out of my jeans I’d put there earlier. Quickly unwrapping it and rolling it on, I moved above her, ready for what would happen next.

  Hovering over her now, her red hair splayed across the pillows, her large, creamy pale breasts waiting for me to devour them. I caged her under my arms, taking one of her pink pebbled nipples into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it, feeling it harden in my mouth. As she closed her eyes and moaned, I gently pinched the other one, rubbing my thumb over it, causing her to cry out softly, before whispering my name. “Oh fuck, Ryan, that feels so fucking good.” Her dirty little mouth made my cock even harder.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Miranda?” I asked, sitting up slightly, a smirk forming on my face. I wanted to her say it. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her. Her filthy mouth was such a turn-on.