Royal Engagement

by Chance Carter

  He tilted his head toward me, barely moving his lips as he spoke.

  “Goodnight, Dallas.” His voice was golden molasses. Sweet. Thick. I was dying for a taste.

  Then he stepped away, and I felt myself collapse.

  “I’ll see you again soon.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was a pleasantry or a promise.

  I watched Shane walk over to his bike and tried to calm my fluttering heartbeat.

  For a second there, it looked like he was going to kiss me.

  For a second there, it looked like I would let him.

  Chapter 24

  Shane

  It was just my luck to be on such a high from my night with Dallas, only to return to my mom’s trailer and have that high smashed to smithereens. Someone had given a similar treatment to my temporary home.

  The two front windows were shattered from the outside, and a giant spray-paint dick now covered the front door. With gritted teeth I parked my bike and took a quick tour of the perimeter, checking the extent of the exterior damage and making sure there wasn’t anyone still lurking around. The other windows were broken too, and on the back of the trailer, somebody had spray-painted a leprechaun with a noose around its neck. Charming.

  Heaving a great sigh, I walked back around to the deck. The front door swung lazily on its hinges, and I kicked the missing handle across the laminate as I entered. On the inside it looked like a bomb had gone off. The kitchen cupboards were all open, food and broken plates strewn across the floor. The kitchen table lay on its side amidst the splintered pieces of the wooden chairs. There seemed to be broken glass everywhere, and it was freezing. I checked the bedrooms, and both of them had been completely ransacked as well, mattresses slashed open and drawers overturned.

  The message was clear. I figured something like this might happen and I was happy I’d gotten my mom out. Gromley and his goons could intimidate me all they wanted. Sure, rip my mom’s trailer to shreds—she had a new house now that was ten times better. This place was just a place for me to lay my head while I finished up what I came here to do. The fact that they made it impossible for me to lay my head anywhere without cutting myself was frustrating, sure, but I could deal with it. It would only make my victory over Gromley that much sweeter.

  It was late, and I’d face a similar problem if I got a hotel anywhere in Sitka Valley, so I called up Jake instead.

  “Hello?” he answered.

  “Hey, Jake. I’ve got a favor to ask of you.” I kicked a lamp and sent it skittering into the wall. “Gromley gave my mom’s place the shakedown, and I can’t stay here tonight. Can I crash with you?”

  Jake didn’t hesitate. “Of course. I’ll have to set you up at the store though. I, uh, still live with my parents.”

  Given that he was providing me a place to sleep for the night, I didn’t comment on this detail. Someday soon, however, Jake and I were going to have to talk about how he needed to fight for his independence. Otherwise, he might be stuck with his parents for good.

  “I’m heading there now. I appreciate it, man.”

  “See you soon.”

  I parked my bike around the back of the store. The noise must’ve caught Jake’s attention because just as I was about to knock on the back door, it squeaked open.

  “You okay, by the way?” Jake asked, standing aside for me to enter. “I forgot to ask if you were present during this shakedown.”

  I laughed. “If I were, do you think I’d be in one piece?”

  Jake pulled the door closed and locked it. “True.”

  We headed up to the office in silence, but I could tell there was more Jake wanted to say. His features were bunched up like he was contemplating his constipation, and that was a surefire sign he had something dying to roll off his tongue. After he rustled up a blanket and pillow for the couch, he grabbed us a couple of beers out of the mini fridge and took a seat at his desk. I sat on top of the blanket and cracked my beer, watching him.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  Jake frowned. “Don’t you think if tonight proves anything, it’s that it was a catastrophic mistake you coming here?”

  “All it proves is that Gromley’s still intimidated by me. If anything, that means I was right to come.”

  “It doesn’t prove that at all. The man’s a psychopath. It probably made his day that he had good reason to cause a little mayhem. I bet he wrote in his diary about it.” Jake adopted a falsetto. “Today was a good day. Some punk ass kid I hate came back to town after I told him not to, and I turned his place over like a flaky apple pastry. It was totally bitchin’! Sweet dreams, Diary!”

  I descended into a fit of laughter, but Jake remained stone-faced the whole time. He was taking this very seriously.

  “It’s only going to get worse,” Jake warned when I settled down. “You weren’t in the trailer today and thank god for that, but what if they find you next time?”

  I shrugged. “Then I’ll deal with them.”

  “What if they deal with you first?” He held my gaze, looking graver than I’d ever seen him. “I’m honestly worried about you. It doesn’t seem like you understand how much shit you’re in. You’re not invincible, and you’re outmanned and outgunned in this fight.”

  I sobered, touched by his concern but irritated nonetheless. I knew better than anyone what I could handle, and what I was willing to risk. Jake might have my best at heart, but we had lived different lives.

  “I learned a lot about what I’m made of while I was overseas,” I told him. “I had to face fears I didn’t even know I had. I had to make decisions I never thought I’d have to make. And at the end of the day, you know what it all boils down to?”

  “What?”

  “It’s not whether you can or can’t do something. It’s about whether you’re willing to try, whether the reward for success outweighs the consequence of defeat.”

  “I understand that,” he pressed. “But the consequence of defeat, in this case, is your life.”

  “I would give my life a thousand times over, in a thousand pointless endeavors, if it would save her, Jake.” I glanced down at the bottle in my hand and ran my tongue over the points of my teeth. “I have always loved that girl and I always will. The situation only seems hopeless because nobody else can take the risks I’m willing to take to get her to safety. You think I’m not taking this seriously, but I’m taking it very seriously. I could save myself by leaving here tonight, but without knowing she’ll be okay, my life’s not worth living anyway.”

  “But what if she doesn’t love you back?”

  I snorted and met Jake’s eyes. “She’d probably be smarter not to, but it doesn’t matter either way.”

  “You’re crazy.” He shook his head, though I saw his mouth form the barest of smiles.

  “Crazy doesn’t even cover it,” I replied. “I’m fucking nuts, and that’s why Gromley needs to watch his ass.”

  I never went inside Satan’s Perch before my exile, and I’d never wanted to. It seemed like the perfect place to catch an itch I didn’t want, and worse than that it was Preston Gromley’s crown jewel. Now I had even more reason to stay away, but I was about to go inside for the second night this week.

  I didn’t know the bouncers tonight, though I’d seen Rob out front once before and was careful to keep an eye out for him. It made sense that the gigantic oaf would work as one of Gromley’s bouncers. Back in our football days, he was an unmovable mountain—or at least he was until I took a shot at him. Wounded pride made him the most dangerous of Wes’s bunch, and I was caught between wanting to avoid him forever and seeking him out to wound his pride a little more.

  Tonight, however, my objective didn’t include fighting. I just wanted to see Dallas. She’d been on my mind all day, and I couldn’t stop kicking myself for not kissing her outside her dad’s shop. The way she blushed when I got close to her heralded back to a younger, more innocent Dallas, and further reinforced my belief that her diamond-hard walls went only skin deep
.

  Coming to find her at Satan’s Perch was a risk, but since my other option was waiting around outside Preston’s place, it was a risk I was more than happy to take.

  Dallas was just finishing her set on stage when I entered. A crowd of salivating drunks watched her every move with undisguised lust and I wanted to knock out each and every one of them. I couldn’t blame them though, not when one look at the curves on display made me hungry enough to eat her alive.

  She wore only a black bustier and black frilly panties and strutted across the stage in blood red pumps that made her long legs seem limitless. The swell of her tits jiggled with each movement, and her plump ass formed a perfect apple bottom. She crouched low and rolled back up again, shooting a seductive smile at the crowd, and my cock jumped in anticipation. Every dick in this place was surely hard as rock.

  I moved past the crowd and found a door backstage, but a beefy bouncer with a give-no-fucks expression was guarding it. I would have to improvise.

  I pushed one of the guys milling by the door into another guy, melting back into the crowd before either could see me. As I suspected, inciting a fight in Satan’s Perch wasn’t rocket science. The second guy started yelling at the first, and not thirty seconds later he threw his fist at the first guy’s face.

  The bouncer by the door rolled his eyes and surged into the crowd, grabbing both fighters by the scruffs of their necks. I slunk behind him and slipped through the door.

  The crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause as Dallas finished her set, and I hung near the curtain while I waited for her. A second later she stomped into view.

  Dallas’s eyes flew open wide in panic. She raced forward and grabbed my arm, hauling me down the back hallway.

  “What are you doing here?” she hissed.

  “You seem to ask me that a lot.”

  She opened a door and shoved me through, taking one last look down either side of the hall before entering and closing the door behind her. The lock clicked into place, and she rested her back against the door, glaring at me.

  “Do you realize how much danger you’re in?”

  I stepped up to her until I could feel the heat radiating from her skin and smell the perfume of her sweat. She smelled sweet too, and it reminded me of my secret meadow in the springtime. If there was anyone who embodied springtime, it was Dallas.

  “You’re so worried about me,” I teased, resting a hand on either side of her face. “It’s cute.”

  “Cute?” her expression soured.

  I leaned in a little closer. Her pupils spilled outward, and she kept her eyes laser-focused on mine.

  “Yes,” I murmured. “Cute. Adorable even.”

  “You know what’s not going to be adorable?”

  “What?”

  “You after Wes and his friends beat the shit out of you.”

  I watched her mouth as she spoke, wondering if her lips would still taste as good as they did the first time. Of course they would. Hell, they’d be even sweeter for the waiting.

  When I met her eyes again, Dallas’s expression had lost all conviction, all irritation. She stood stock straight against the door, but her eyes seemed to reach out to me.

  “Well, since my demise is imminent...” I lifted one hand to her face, running my thumb over her satiny lower lip. “I guess I better make the most of life while I can.”

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I captured her mouth with mine in an explosion of passion and desire. She moaned and threw her arms around my neck, curving against me. I was delighted to find that her mouth did taste even sweeter than I remembered, and I could have escaped into that honeyed kiss forever. I held her waist at first, only letting a single finger brush over the strip of skin beneath the hard curve of her bustier.

  The tempo of the kiss grew. She became more demanding, pulling my face down and sucking my lip between her teeth. Electricity zapped my cock and I pushed her back, grinding into her until we were both breathless.

  I wanted her. I craved her. And now I was devouring her, giving as much as I took but always taking. Parts of me that had lain dormant for years sizzled to life. It was like turning on a room full of neon lights.

  Three years of waiting suddenly seemed like a negligible amount of time.

  For this kiss, for Dallas, I could have waited a hundred years.

  Chapter 25

  Dallas

  Shane was my first kiss, and after such an electrifying first I always assumed that the next one wouldn’t measure up, which would have undoubtedly been the case if I’d let Wes kiss me. Sure, he tried now and again, but I didn’t count it when I didn’t kiss back or when it ended with me shoving him off me.

  This kiss was everything our first had been and more, and I was glad that Shane’s were the only lips I’d kissed in earnest. I suspected nobody else in the world would be as good at it.

  It wasn’t just the way he kissed. It was the way he touched me, the way he held me, the way he moaned into my mouth and made me feel like I was the sexiest girl in the world. I had dozens of guys fawning over me several times a week, worshipping the ground beneath my six-inch pumps, but that feeling didn’t compare to what I felt now.

  I didn’t want to be sexy in front of a crowd. I wanted to be sexy right here, right now, with Shane’s hands sliding down toward my ass, his tongue spearing into my mouth and laying claim to the very air I breathed.

  His fingers dug into the flesh of my butt and dragged me closer to him. I could feel his arousal just below my naval, hard and long. My first kiss was so innocent compared to what I felt now, the throbbing need in my core that begged me to take things all the way. I’d never felt that before and it would have scared me if it didn’t feel so goddamn right.

  Shane began to kiss down my chin, my neck, stubble scraping over my skin and sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I dug my nails into his back and held on tight as he sucked on my throat, teasing me with his lips and teeth until I could barely stand. The husky moan that escaped my mouth barely sounded like me. I was another person now, in another place. The four walls of the dressing room fell away, and darkness enveloped us.

  “Shane,” I whispered.

  Was it a warning? Was it a plea? Even I couldn’t tell.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  I gasped as his teeth nipped my skin. “I—I want to...”

  He pulled back and stared down at me, eyes dark. “Tell me what you want, and you can have it. Anything.”

  I licked my lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

  The words rolled out of their own accord, but I felt them with every fiber of my being. I wanted him in me, around me, crushing the life out of me. It was like my desire for him had been growing without my knowledge in the background all these years, and I was feeling the full power of it now.

  A low rasp escaped his lips, and he slammed his mouth against mine again, ratcheting up the intensity of the kiss until my toes curled. The fire in my belly burned through all my thoughts, sending them drifting away on the breeze as nothing more than smoke and ash.

  All thoughts except one.

  “Wait,” I said breathlessly. “Wait just one sec.”

  He stopped immediately and his eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

  “No, nothing’s—I guess I just want you to know before we go ahead that I’m still a virgin. Just...I don’t know. Be gentle with me.”

  Shane’s eyebrows rose, and he blinked, then he took my face in his hands. His rough thumb stroked my cheek, and I leaned into the caress.

  “Soon,” he murmured.

  I frowned. “Soon? What’s wrong with now?”

  “It shouldn’t be like this.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I want you to have all the sweetness you never had. I want it to be special.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that. Nothing in my life was sweet or special—why should this be any different? Besides, I didn’t want him soon. I wanted him now.

  Before I could protest, the door handle jig
gled.

  “Why is this door locked?” Wes boomed, banging on the door.

  Panic ripped through me and I pushed Shane toward the closet.

  “Give me a sec!” I called.

  “Fine,” he said, irritation giving his voice a hard edge. “You get five. One...”

  Shane’s jaw tensed and his fists clenched at his sides. He looked like the closet was the last place he wanted to be, but I forced him in with an angry look and pulled it closed as Wes continued to count. I pulled on a robe just as he finished counting.

  “Five!”

  I hastily unlocked the handle, and Wes barged in and stood, grinning. He was in a good mood tonight. Ordinarily, I’d make a concerted effort to spoil his mood in these instances, but tonight it worked in my favor.

  “You were amazing tonight, baby girl.” He approached me, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close. I could practically hear the steam screaming from Shane’s ears in the closet and knew that if I didn’t get Wes out of there soon, there would be trouble.

  “Thank you,” I said. “Uh, have you seen Sasha today? I had a question I wanted to ask her.”

  Preston was at the club tonight, which meant Sasha would be around somewhere. She was never far from him, and I’d even once overheard Preston calling her his “slutty lamprey” to one of his friends. Whether Sasha knew how little he thought of her or not was up for debate, but it wouldn’t matter if she did.

  “Yeah, she’s up in my dad’s office.” Wes grabbed my hand, and I let him, internalizing the cringe it evoked. “Let’s go.”

  I stumbled after him as he led me from the room. I was glad that drawing Wes away would keep Shane safe, but Preston’s office was the heart of the danger zone for me. I tried my damnedest to avoid Preston when I could. He was unpredictable at the best of times and had a ruthless edge to him that so far his son was unable to match. Since our first meeting at that fateful party, he’d gone through periods of seemingly forgetting I existed to near obsession, and I could always tell which state he was in based purely on Sasha’s level of warmth toward me.