Royal Blood Complete Series Box Set

by August Davies

“No need to worry, Fiona. I just got stuck in a conversation with a guy in the bathroom. He was having a rough night and I needed to calm him down.”

  “Are you ready to go home now?” Fiona asked.

  Henry looked over his shoulder at me. “I think I might stay a little while longer.”

  Fiona looked back at me and then her gaze returned to Henry. “You better be safe. And call me the moment you get home!”

  Henry put his hands on Fiona's shoulders. “Don't worry, I'll be safe with him.”

  Fiona nodded and brushed against me. “You hurt him and I'll end you.”

  I put my hands up in surrender.

  We were all alone in the guy's bathroom now. The sound of water dripping from the faucet cut through the air.

  What was I supposed to do now?

  Chapter Ten

  Henry

  It was getting late and I had resigned the fact that Spencer wasn't going to show up. Or if he was at the club there were just too many people and he wouldn't be able to find me.

  I couldn't let it ruin the rest of my night. I wanted to dance until dawn.

  But first a bathroom break.

  The line for the men's bathroom was longer than a ride at Disneyland. I kept peeking over at the women's door and wondering if it would be taboo if I went in there instead. But nobody else was trying it and I was never good at doing things first. I was definitely more of a follower.

  Two people away from the bathroom door but my bladder wasn't going to make it much longer. I closed my eyes and tried to dance to the music to take my mind off it. A guy behind me nudged me in the back. My eyes opened and I realized it was my turn.

  I rushed through the door and found all the urinals full. I went into the only open stall. All of the sudden I got pee shy. There were too many people in the bathroom and all I could do was focus on the conversations they were having. I tried closing my eyes and humming to help but nothing worked.

  Muffled cries came from the stall next to me. They were more like full-on sobbing. “Are you all right?” I asked.

  “What?” the voice returned.

  “I was just asking if you were all right.”

  I could hear him wipe at his nose with toilet paper. “I'm crying in the bathroom of a club. I think this has got to be a new low point for me.”

  My bladder was put on hold. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  The man hesitated. “With a stranger? Anyways I don't think you'll want to hear about my problems.”

  He was completely right. I had no idea why I was being so friendly. “It will keep my mind off my own problems. My name's Henry.”

  Silence and then sniffles. “Ned,” he replied.

  “So what's going on?”

  “Boyfriend troubles. We both came here tonight and he left without me.”

  I shifted on the toilet to keep my legs from falling asleep. “With another guy?”

  Ned threw some crumpled up toilet paper on the ground and it rolled to my stall. “No nothing as terrible as that. We just fight constantly. And over stupid shit.”

  “What were you fighting about tonight?”

  “I don't even remember,” Ned replied. “But it was bad enough for him to leave the club.”

  “Do you love him?” I asked

  “What?” He didn't know how to respond to my question.

  “Do you love him,” I repeated.

  “Well I'm not sure. We've been together for three months and neither one of us has said it yet.” There was a pause for a moment. “Yeah I guess I do love him.”

  “Then it's simple. Go after him and tell him how you feel. Everything else will fall into place.”

  Ned stopped sobbing. The toilet next to me flushed. “You're right. I'm going to go tell him how I feel. Thank you, Henry.”

  “No problem. Good luck out there.”

  Ned left and I was able to finally go to the bathroom.

  I went to the sink and noticed my hair was all over the place. The bathroom door burst open.

  Spencer stood there.

  I didn't know how to react. Then Fiona came running at me. It took me awhile to calm her down but in the end she left me alone with Spencer.

  Spencer closed the door behind him. “I was looking for you tonight,” he said.

  “You found me.” There was nowhere to run now. Spencer made a step towards me. My body moved backwards without me knowing until I hit the wall.

  Spencer moved within a foot of me. I could smell his manly cologne oozing off his skin. He stared into my eyes and didn't say a word. He didn't need to.

  “Words can't describe how handsome you are.”

  My face flushed and I almost melted into a puddle right in front of him. Spencer slipped an arm behind my back and pulled me to him.

  Our faces were inches away from each other. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. His mouth met mine and my body swelled with pleasure.

  Spencer held me closer, his lips lightly touching mine. I didn't want the kiss to end. But he pulled away.

  I took in a sharp breath. Spencer ran his index finger along my bottom lip. If he wanted to take me in the bathroom, I'd let him.

  He pulled his finger away. “Do you want to go back to my place?”

  I stood there on my tippy toes and I wasn't a willing participant anymore. I would obey his every word. All I could do was nod yes over and again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Spencer

  He was mine. Henry was under my spell now.

  We walked outside and the valet brought around my Dodge Charger. I opened the door for Henry and helped him into the passenger side. I slipped a twenty dollar bill into the hands of the valet and took the keys.

  The beast roared to life and I pulled out of the parking lot. I hit the gas on the open road and Henry was pushed against her seat.

  Henry leaned over and looked at the dashboard. “Aren't you going a little too fast?”

  His question was easy to ignore. I only returned a smile. I drifted easily through the traffic, weaving in and out of the lanes. The speedometer reached 85 mph. Red lights ahead made me slam on the breaks.

  I put my arm up in front of Henry's chest to protect him. The seat belt caught him before he could hit my arm. My car made it within inches of touching the Ford truck in front of me. My reflexes were usually better than that.

  Henry was such a distraction.

  “You okay?” I asked, putting my arm back in its place.

  Henry nodded. “You trying to kill us?”

  “I'm sorry. I'm just not used to such a stunning man sitting next to me.” While it may have been true, it was a poor excuse for almost getting in a car crash.

  He rolled his eyes. “Let's just get to your place in one piece.”

  The atmosphere in the car changed. Things were going south quick and I needed to salvage it before it got worse.

  I drove at a safe speed through the city streets. The night lights zoomed by. “I need to make a quick stop first.”

  Henry threw daggers at me. “If you have things to do maybe you should drop me off and I can catch a ride home.”

  I knew he wouldn't like it but he would change his mind when he saw where I was taking him.

  We stopped in an old business district with every shop already closed. I turned off the ignition and opened the car door. “We're here. Let's go.”

  Henry didn't budge. “What do you mean?”

  “Just trust me,” I replied.

  Henry slowly unbuckled his belt and exited my car. I could tell he was being overly cautious but there really wasn't any need. If hadn't gorged myself on blood the last couple days then he might've had a real reason for worry. But with Henry around, I couldn't even feel the hunger.

  I led him around the buildings and to the back where there was an alleyway with dumpsters and back doors to each business. One of the doors was propped open with light spilling out into the alley.

  “What smells so good?” Henry asked.

  I could
only smile back as I brought him into the back of the donut shop. Trays of freshly made donuts were stacked to the ceiling.

  I took a long chocolate bar off a tray and handed it to Henry. “Ever had a fresh donut?”

  He bit into it and his eyes lit up. “Oh my god. I've had plenty of donuts before...”

  “But not like this,” I interrupted.

  He nodded before taking another bite. “Not like this.”

  An old man came into the back room from the front. He raised a fist in the air. “Hey! What are you doing in here? Get out of here before I call the cops.”

  I grabbed Henry's arm. “Run!”

  He dropped the donut and we took off in a sprint back to the my car. Henry collapsed onto the hood in a fit of laughter.

  “I can't believe you made me steal from an old man's donut shop.”

  I unlocked the front door and opened it. “It was worth it wasn't it?”

  Henry joined me in the car. “Is he really going to call the cops on us?”

  I started the ignition. “We aren't going to stay here long enough to find out.”

  Henry's hand found mine as I drove with one hand. Sparks jolted through me. I traced his delicate hand with my fingers.

  “Do you bring every guy you meet at the club to the donut shop?”

  I squeezed his hand. “You're the first.”

  “So I should be honored then?”

  Better than being drained of blood in a dark alley. “You should be.” Henry squeezed my hand back.

  I hadn't thought of my endless hunger once since I found him in the bathroom of the club. My head finally felt clear. I didn't know what this effect he had on me was but it was special. It was something I couldn't turn away from. My entire life could change.

  “Anymore errands you need to run?” he asked with a smirk.

  I let out a hearty laugh and bit my bottom lip, giving him a knowing look. “Just one left.”

  Henry's legs spread slightly and he flushed. “Are we almost there?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Henry

  This man had a hold on me and I kind of liked it. I sat next to him in the car, his hand in mine, and I couldn't believe I was going to his house. I knew what came next and I was ready.

  We arrived at a skyscraper of apartments. A valet opened my door and helped me out. I stood out in the cold air and wondered what the time was. The club was about to close when we left and we made that detour to the donut shop. It had to be at least two in the morning.

  Spencer threw his keys to the young valet and slipped him some cash.

  “Have a good night, sir.” The valet hopped into his car and drove off.

  “You live here?” I asked.

  Spencer nodded as a doorman opened the two large glass doors for us. The lobby was all made of marble with a giant fountain in in the middle. Spencer led me to the elevator and pushed the up button.

  We stood there hand-in-hand listening to the sounds of water. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I expected an elevator operator to greet us based on what I had seen of the place so far but it was empty.

  Spencer hit the button for the thirty-fourth floor and slipped a keycard into a slot next the button display. It was the highest the elevator could go.

  I put my hand on his chest. “Wait a second. Do you own this building? Are you some sort of billionaire?” I looked at his face more closely to see if I recognized him from any tech magazine covers.

  “Sorry to disappoint but I'm only renting the loft.”

  The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Lights flickered on automatically when Spencer stepped off. I almost gasped at the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The entire city could be seen from up here.

  The apartment was mostly empty save a couple pieces of modern furniture and lighting. I walked through the empty space and peeked around. “Did you just move in?”

  Spencer followed me around with his hands clasped behind his back. He was studying me closely. “I honestly haven't had the time to buy any furniture.” He left me in the living room and walked into the open kitchen.

  The apartment must have cost Spencer a fortune every a month. I tried to remember what his occupation was and remembered that he never answered me.

  Spencer opened up a cupboard and pulled out two glasses. “Would you like a drink?”

  I joined him in the kitchen and marveled at the white marble counter-tops and custom-made cabinets. “What do you do for a living again?”

  Spencer smiled and pulled out a bottle of wine. “Would you believe me if I told you I'm between jobs right now?”

  I sat down on a stool at the kitchen island. “Not for a second.”

  Spencer poured the red wine and handed me a glass. I swirled it around and took a sip. I was no wine expert but it was very delicious. That was mostly likely the most expensive sip of wine I'd ever taste.

  “I'm semi-retired,” Spencer began, “I made some very wise investments when I was younger and I haven't had to work for a long time.”

  “Sounds like a dream,” I replied, tipping the wine glass until I had consumed all the liquid.

  “Like another?” Spencer asked.

  I didn't even realize that the glass was empty. I nodded and Spencer poured me a second.

  He put his elbows on the island and leaned in. “And what do you do for a living?”

  “Would you believe me if I told you I'm between jobs?”

  Spencer laughed and drank the rest of his glass. “I would believe that.”

  “Well I just moved back home after graduating from college. And I haven't really had the time to find a job yet.”

  Spencer circled around the counter until he was within inches of me. His eyes beamed deep into my soul. He took the glass of wine from my hands and set it down on the island. He raked his fingers through my hair. “Do you know how good you smell?”

  I shook my head. Nobody had ever told me that before. Spencer put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me close. Our lips met and my limbs turned to putty in his arms. The spark I had felt earlier while holding his hands intensified. My body felt like it was a bottle of lightning that was waiting to be uncorked.

  Spencer broke away and moved down to my neck. A moan escaped my mouth and my nails dug into his arms.

  “I've wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered in my ear.

  I was ready and willing to do whatever he commanded me to do. Spencer took my hand and lifted me off the seat. My head was in fog from the combination of wine and pleasure. I did my best to follow him without tripping over my own feet.

  He brought me to his dark bedroom that only contained a king-sized mattress with pillows and a black comforter.

  “You definitely need to do some shopping,” I said.

  Spencer ignored my statement and took me in his arms again. I lost my breath as he kissed me. There weren't going to be anymore words said.

  His fingers worked down the buttons of my shirt. A shiver ran down my spine from the cold hitting my bare chest. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the ground. The only thing left was black boxer briefs.

  Spencer ran his fingers up my sides and squeezed my large arms. I just stood there and let him explore every inch of me.

  He turned me around and craned my head to the side. He bombarded me with kisses all the way down my back until he reached my ass. Spencer carefully pulled my boxers down until they rested around my ankles. I did the rest and flicked them across the floor.

  Spencer flipped me around and felt the inside of my legs, running his hand down until he met my ankles. My chest heaved up and down.

  I was completely naked and Spencer still had his suit on. Normally I would've tried to cover up my body as best as I could. But I didn't mind Spencer staring at me. In fact, I kind of liked it. I stood there with my shoulders pulled back and my cock standing at attention as he inspected me.

  His tongue touched parts of my body that I never thought could give me plea
sure. I closed my eyes and focused on every touch. His kisses moved upwards until he returned to my lips. His tongue danced together with mine.

  Spencer pushed me lightly until I fell down onto the mattress. It was surprisingly comfy considering that it was just sitting on the wood floor. Spencer stood before me and took off his black jacket. He slowly undid his tie and let it drop to the floor.