Soon he was pumping her in long, steady strokes. The head of his shaft hitting the end of her journey slowly triggering the buildup that was going to be a massive climax of total perfection.
His large hands were clutching at her chest now, using her breasts to hold on as he thrust harder and harder into her. She was getting close now. The way his hands felt clutching and squeezing her chest, was only adding to her bliss as she climbed higher and higher.
She felt his body shake as he groaned loudly in her ear and released what felt like a gallon of his hot, thick, salty seed inside of her. A second later her own climax was triggered. Her whole body was shaking as she felt the quivering blasting out, all of it emanating from her innermost beacon of pleasure.
She screamed, crying out in pure bliss, but her voice was cut off by his heavy hand wrapping softly over her lips. She loved the taste of his skin as she found herself licking at his hand, lapping at it. Her hips were still bucking back against him trying to milk every last drop of his essence out of his body and into hers, to be absorbed in the continued perfect pleasure.
Cort pulled out of her and with his wet, thick member still hanging out of his pants he spun her around and pulled her close to him.
He kissed her sweetly, and the two of them embraced, hugging each other for what felt like an eternity.
CHAPTER 6
Cort
Cort’s legs felt wobbly as he escorted Teagan out of the alley and the two of them started walking back towards the club. His mind was still racing with the amazing events of the past hour, but he felt overall peaceful. The stress that had been plaguing him all day was now alleviated. It was funny how mind blowing sex could do that to a person. It was just knowing that you could feel so good and that nothing bad could ever take that away from you.
Teagan was amazing. He hadn’t felt a connection, a real bond with anyone like this in so long. He wasn’t sure he’d ever known an attraction like this. No, it was beyond attraction and mere physical lust. It was a need. She was like a drug he’d taken a sample of, and now he wasn’t sure how he could ever not have it again. It was a beautiful addiction. That was the best way he could describe it to himself.
But he wasn’t about to confess his feelings to her. As a man, he’d been taught since he was a child to keep his feelings mostly bottled up and to deal with things on his own. That was what his culture taught all of their men and he’d always been naturally that way. Plus, if he told her how he felt she might think him weak, or she might think him some kind of a crazy stalker.
It was best to be nonchalant for now he thought. But he did want to see her again. That was for sure.
“So, you say you are leaving town soon?” Cort asked.
Teagan smiled at him. “Yes, unfortunately.”
He held her hand just then, feeling the soft fingers in his, doing his best to not caress her even though he was dying to.
It was just too perfect, and he did not want it to end.
“Well, let me get your number. Maybe if you are back this way again soon, then we can go out. Maybe do something fun.”
“Oh, I think we just did something fun,” Teagan teased.
Cort felt himself blushing. That was a new one for him.
Teagan nudged his arm playfully, and he held her close to him and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You are a brat, you know?” He joked.
“I do know. But that is one of my more endearing qualities,” Teagan replied.
“I’ll have to agree,” Cort replied. “But how about that phone number? Do you have a phone that works here?”
“I do actually,” Teagan said. She pulled a small flip phone out of her pocket.
“Wow, they still make these?” Cort joked.
“Yes. I got one just in case I needed a phone while I was here. I put just a few minutes on it for emergencies or something.”
“Well, if I want to chat, that is definitely an emergency,” Cort replied.
She pulled up her number on the settings of the phone, and he copied it into his own phone.
“Great,” Cort said. “Where are you staying? I’ll walk you back.”
Teagan smiled. “That’s ok. You don’t have to.”
Cort was a bit taken aback, but he played along. “Sure, I do. My mother raised me right. Plus, I’m enjoying the walk. My legs are still shaking, but stretching the muscles out seems to be helping.”
Teagan laughed.
“I mean it,” she said. “I’ll be fine. You take care of yourself.”
Teagan kissed him quickly and then walked away turning the corner in front of the bar.
He thought about following her, but he decided to respect her wishes and let her go. As he walked back towards the bar where he’d left his friends a bit ago, he couldn’t help but feel a bit… insulted? Was that the right word? He honestly wasn’t sure how he was feeling. He’d just met this perfect girl, they’d had the most mind-blowing sex ever, and then she brushed him off, but she did that in the sexiest, most charming way ever.
Who was this girl? He realized he didn’t even get her last name.
But at least he had her number, right? If it was a real number. He thought about calling it to test it, but how desperate and weird would that have been. Cort had to laugh at himself. This was perhaps the most normal dating experience he’d ever really had. Most guys went through this—most people went through this actually—waiting to see if the person they liked really wanted them too and then playing the waiting game to see who was going to call or who was going to wait three days. All of the stuff he’d heard his friends and other people talk about.
As a prince, he’d never had to go through any of it. And he rather liked it that way. But this was an amusing experience. The frustration was weird because there was an element of mystery and excitement to it all.
He walked past the bar where he’d left his friends and texted his driver that he was ready to be picked up. He’d actually ridden with his friends to the club, but he always kept a driver on standby just in case he decided to leave early, which he sometimes did. The demands of being prince were more than most people understood and sometimes he had to get adequate rest to recharge the batteries.
And sometimes he just liked to brood. He often enjoyed his bad mood days, as strange as that might have sounded to most people. He had a feeling the beautiful Teagan would have understood that though. She seemed to understand everything about him.
Of course, if he ever did get really close to her she would know that he’d lied to her about who he really was. But in his position, she would have to understand. She would know why he did it. Wouldn’t she?
He hoped that he got to find out the answer to that question.
Oh, he had to see that girl again. He just had to.
CHAPTER 7
Teagan
Teagan zipped up her duffel bag and finished getting dressed for the day ahead of her. She’d just double checked it to make sure she had everything she was going to need during her stay in the wilderness for the next several days.
She was so wired. Hell, she should have been totally exhausted after her late night and the fact that she barely slept when she did get back home, but she felt like she could run a marathon and then do some rock climbing.
Last night had been perfect. There was just no other way to put it. What started out to be a night just relaxing and getting out of her room had turned into the kind of passionate affair that Hollywood movies were made about.
Cort was perfect. He was sexy, handsome, attractive, and the sex was beyond intense. She’d never known real sex could be that good. Every woman dreams of a man who can do that to her and make her come that way, but you just didn’t think it was really going to happen for you. But it did happen to her. And she blew him off afterward…
What was she thinking? She was rather drunk she remembered, but she knew what she was doing at the time. Or at least she thought it was a good idea. But looking back with the coy way sh
e basically told him to get lost was idiotic. What had she been thinking?
He was a gentleman and offered to walk her back to her hotel, but she told him no. She still wasn’t sure why. What was the thought process behind that decision? She just couldn’t understand that this morning. How in the hell could Cort have understood? He must have thought she just wasn’t interested, or that she didn’t enjoy herself with him. Maybe he thought she was just using him for a good time.
But that was the farthest thing from the truth.
Teagan grabbed her phone and checked, hoping that he’d called her. But no. She knew that he wouldn’t call. Why would he? After what she’d done to him she would have been surprised if he even spoke to her if she called him.
She clutched the phone to call him. She had to explain herself. But then she remembered that he had her number, but he hadn’t given her his. Crap! She didn’t even know his last name. And it wasn’t like she could check with his employer because he was self-employed.
Ugh! How drunk had she been?
Not too drunk to realize that Cort was the best guy she’d ever met and she’d just blown what could have been the love of a lifetime.
Or maybe not. Was she exaggerating a bit? They’d only had one night together. But when she actually searched her soul for the answer to that it made her want to cry.
She would just have to hope that he would give her a second chance and give her a call sometime.
Teagan grabbed a quick breakfast downstairs and then headed out to meet the group. Outside the hotel was a bus waiting to take them to the location at the base of the woods where they would be a hike to the final camp. This was where they would meet Siri.
When she arrived at the woods, Teagan was a glad to see that there was an actual trail for them to take, so they wouldn’t just be walking along through the woods. She was not really an outdoors type person. So, the trail was a gift from God.
On the bus trip, the other members of the group spoke to each other. They came from all over the world, but luckily at least some of them spoke a smattering of English. Teagan sat in the back of the bus and just kind of kept to herself. She wasn’t really in a talkative mood, mostly because she wanted to sulk and beat herself up about how she had left things with Cort.
The lady who greeted them at the mouth of the woods was named Diane. She briefly went over what was going to happen. They were going to hike to the camp site which typically took about an hour by foot. It was going to be a fun time.
“But first all electronics must be given to me,” Diane said.
Teagan’s head shot up to look at her. Was this woman serious?
“Why?” An Asian girl asked reluctantly.
“Because this is a retreat. A big part of this journey is to find a deeper understanding of yourself and you can’t do that when the world is connected to you through artificial means. So, all phones, laptops, etc. Any electronic devices need to be given to me. I will place them in a bag, and of course, you will get them back at the end of the three days.”
Teagan felt a moment of panic soar through her. That meant she would have to give up her phone. So, on the remote chance that Cort did call her, she would miss that call and not be able to contact him back for the next three days. A sickening feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She contemplated refusing, and she thought about hiding the phone somewhere. But she had been dreaming of this opportunity for so long that there was no way she was going to blow it. She did not want to be a troublemaker and get kicked out of the group. All over a guy, she’d just met who would probably never even call her.
With a groan, she reluctantly handed over her phone and other electronic devices. Teagan watched as the electronics were placed in the bag.
“Ok, let’s go,” Diane said as the group grabbed their bags and started the hike through the woods.
Teagan began to feel a bit better about giving up her phone the closer they got to the camp site. There was something about walking through nature that helped to alleviate stress from the body and the mind. The exercise felt great, the fresh air, the sights, the smells—it was all about going back to the roots of humanity, the sources of life.
She was seeing the benefit of giving up the electronic devices already. When you thought about it those things were vices, they were crutches, and they were invisible shackles. They kept a person dependent on a false reality that denied someone the real purpose of their lives in a lot of ways.
By the time, they reached the camp site, she was hardly even thinking about Cort.
CHAPTER 8
Cort
“My Prince, are you ok?”
Cort snapped out of his daydream and focused his attention back on the front of the room. Maricle, one of his father’s most trusted advisors and head of the Council was looking at him with concern and perhaps a bit of irritation on his otherwise emotionless face.
Cort glanced around at the other members of the council who were also peering at him. They all seemed very annoyed because this was the third time Maricle had stopped what he was saying to make sure Cort was paying attention.
He felt stupid and knew that this was not helping his cause as he tried to appeal to the rule of the new king being a married man before assuming the crown. So far it was not going well, and he knew it was because his mind was so preoccupied.
Cort could not stop thinking about Teagan. Ever since she walked away last night, she’d been in his every thought. He’d barely slept because he was thinking about her so heavily. She was the most perfect woman he’d ever known, and he’d known a lot in his time. In his younger days, he was something of a cad, gallivanting around with a different woman in his bed almost nightly. But he’d grown out of that over the past few years and was longing for something so much more.
He thought he’d actually found that with Teagan. Of course, he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. The idea that he’d actually fallen in love, at first sight, that way was utterly absurd. If he told his father or the council, then they would go through some crazy hoops to ensure that Teagan was brought to him to discuss marriage. That was the last thing in the world he wanted. If he and Teagan were going to be together, it had to be done the right way, the normal way. That was the way he wanted it this time.
But he doubted that he would ever see her again. She had made it so clear that this was just a fling to her, something she could remember years in the future. She could tell her friends that she’d done something wild and crazy while on holiday.
“Yes,” Cort said. “I’m fine. I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something.”
“Oh, would you care to share?” Maricle asked a bit sarcastically.
Cort thought fast. “Well, I just don’t see why this rule still stands in the year 2015. I mean how archaic can we be living?”
“Prince, while this rule does seem outdated to you it is a big part of our society and the way our nation has always governed itself. We can’t break protocol for it all because you are not ready to settle down. And we certainly can’t have a king who is not ready to settle down. There is a certain level of maturity, a certain station in life that one must have accomplished before you can really obtain the status of King. Certainly, you understand this.”
Cort gritted his teeth and held his breath a moment before answering.
“I certainly do. And I am far from immature as you would believe. Being married is not something that is obtained in my opinion. It isn’t a skill or something you train for at the University. It is two people who really love each other coming together to form a perfect union. It is not a political chess match. I just don’t get why no one can understand how wrong this is. I don’t need a wife by my side to rule, just because it looks good.”
“This is not what we are suggesting. You are approaching life as if you were a normal man. You are the prince. And if you are to become king then you have certain duties that will be required of you. That means you will have to do things differently, things you don’t rea
lly want to do. Surely you can understand that.”
Cort glared at Maricle. He had known the man all his life and he’d always known him to be level-headed but right now he was as thick as a bull.
“This rule must be changed,” Cort said. “I understand there is a tradition at stake here, but traditions get broken over time as people progress towards new ideas. That is what civilization does. It evolves. What worked hundreds of years ago no longer works today. I will be king with or without a wife. You will have to get used to the idea,” Cort said.
With that, he stormed out of the room.
His hands were shaking he was so angry. The only thing keeping him anchored at the moment he realized was the thought of Teagan. Her sweet, beautiful face repeatedly flashing in his mind. He knew that he would never forget her and he realized that she would never be out of his thoughts. It was going to drive him mad eventually. He had to talk to her. He had to see her again.
Cort picked up his phone and gave Teagan a call. He could not go without hearing her voice another second.
“Hello, this is Teagan Norton. I’m not available right now. Please leave your name at the beep, and I’ll call you back soon. Thanks.”
Teagan Norton. So that was her full name. He loved the sound of it. There was a nice ring to it.
“Hey, Teagan. This is Cort, from last night. Cort Monreau. I would love to talk to you and maybe get together again soon.”
He left his number and told her to call him anytime.
Ugh, he hated voicemail. Now he had to wait until she decided to call him back. If she decided to call him back. That was the torture of it all. He was so close to saying screw it and having his personal assistants track her down and bring her to the castle, but he would never do that. This girl meant too much to him. He had to know if she felt the same way about him.
Just hearing her sweet angelic voice was enough to calm him down and give him the most pleasing satisfaction and just enough hope to go back into the chambers and apologize to the council for storming out.
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