Royal Engagement

by Chance Carter

  I tipped my head back, and the water pounded on my face. Nothing had ever felt so cleansing as this shower, and as strange as it sounds, I knew when I came out I was going to be a different person.

  Shane worked all the way down to my feet, which he had to crouch to reach. When he finished, he put the soap on the side of the bath, and I expected him to come back up. Instead, he went to his knees and grabbed my ass in his hands.

  I was instantly awake. His eyes carried a smoldering intensity, and he locked them on mine as he pulled my sex to his mouth and dove straight in.

  I grabbed onto the side of the shower for support as Shane licked me, swirling his tongue in such a way that I thought the world would end if he stopped. I moaned and squeezed my breast, reveling in the heat of the shower. He complemented the pleasant slipperiness of his tongue by adding one rough finger. My knees nearly buckled right then and there.

  His pursuit of my pleasure was primal in its intensity. He feasted on me, making little moans of pleasure that vibrated against my clit and made me see stars.

  At times it felt like his firm hold on my butt was the only thing holding me up. Liquid heat pooled in my core and I dug my fingers into the back of his head, urging him to keep going. He growled seductively, and I threw my head back so hard I nearly slammed it into the tile. I wouldn’t have even cared. All that mattered was my imminent explosion. And I was, well and truly, about to explode.

  My body quaked. Shane inserted another digit inside of me and began to twist and work his fingers expertly, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the wave crashed over me.

  For a moment, everything turned black. Then it was an explosion of color behind my eyelids. My body pulsed and throbbed and I cried out in rapture, utterly lost. And then I opened my eyes and saw Shane grinning up at me, kissing the insides of my thighs, and I was found.

  He stood and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him and supporting my rubbery legs. His erection throbbed against my belly. I leaned up to kiss him and undulated my hips to rub against it, timing each sway with a dart of my tongue into his mouth.

  Shane groaned. He fisted his hand in my hair and mashed his mouth into mine in a bruising, dominating kiss that made my toes curl. I was still coming down from my orgasm, but my nerves sat up and took notice, ready for the next round of carnal delight.

  He reached behind me to turn off the shower, then opened the curtain and stepped out, extending a hand to help me. I joined him on the bath mat and grabbed a towel from the rack.

  Wordlessly, I began to dry Shane off. I rubbed the towel everywhere but the place he most wanted it, dragging the scratchy material up the insides of his thighs, just grazing the shaft of his cock before moving on to his belly. Shane bit his lip as he watched me but didn’t intervene. He loved a good tease.

  After I finished his upper body, I moved back down and toweled his butt, the backs of his thighs, all the way down to his feet. I looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and smiled.

  Apparently, that was more than he could take.

  Shane grabbed me by the arm and hoisted me up, kissing me passionately while backing me toward the door. We stumbled into the hallway, and I guided us down toward my old bedroom, which my dad hadn’t changed since I moved into Preston’s. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of naked limbs.

  Shane kissed me everywhere. He sucked my nipples and trailed nipping kisses down to my ribs, then worked to my stomach, my thighs, worshipping my body with his tongue. We’d been so close to losing each other forever. Now we could lose ourselves in each other forever, and that was a more seductive fantasy than any other I could imagine. I just wanted Shane. Full stop. And he didn’t hold back from showing me how much he wanted me too.

  We made love like two dancing flames. Sometimes we flickered quickly, others we took it slow and burned deep into our souls. His long, hard cock speared deep inside of me, rubbing along the most pleasurable areas of my body. Sometimes he kissed me, and others he stared into my eyes and smiled at my blissful expression as he claimed my body over and over again.

  My second orgasm hit even more forcefully than the last. I couldn’t be sure if I’d screamed out loud or not. I fell into the abyss, and Shane’s powerful thrusts grew frantic as he lost himself to the pinnacle of lust, which demanded wild abandon and promised ecstasy.

  Soon he pulsed inside of me. Then he collapsed, lying still until our breaths synced and the sweat and residual water from the shower began to chill.

  Shane rolled onto his side and propped me up on mine. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled

  “Dallas,” he murmured. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you so much.” I reached up to kiss him, but he pulled back. My brows knitted in confusion.

  Shane thumbed my cheek. “Dallas,” he murmured. “Will you marry me?”

  I answered without thought or hesitation, and I meant it from the bottom of my very soul.

  “Yes. God yes.”

  We kissed, and the memory of my torment at the hands of Wes and Preston dimmed even further, receding into the back of my mind to wither and die.

  Chapter 36

  Shane

  Two years later...

  I rechecked my watch, tapping my foot. Around me, people chatted and laughed under the New York Theatre’s opulent chandeliers, which glittered brilliantly and filled the lobby with warm light. I stared up at the one above me for a while, trying to distract myself from my impatience.

  Someone tackled me so hard I nearly dropped the bouquet of roses in my hand.

  “Oof!” I huffed.

  Jake laughed, squeezing me in a tight hug. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “I got lost on the subway. You’d think I would have that kind of thing figured out by now.”

  I laughed and clapped him on the back. “You would think. Good to see you, man.”

  “How long’s it been now?” he asked, releasing me. “I barely know what day of the week it is these days.”

  “About a year, I guess. Since the wedding. Which is just enough time for me to forgive you for that horribly embarrassing best man speech.”

  Jake cackled with delight, tossing back his scruffy ginger head.

  “I thought you spent the last month in Singapore?” I asked, poking his cheek. “Why are you still as pale as your mom’s fine china?”

  His smile flattened, and he narrowed his eyes in mock contempt. “I’m sure I can find more speech-worthy occasions.”

  “Stick to web design. It works for you.”

  “It does suit me, doesn’t it?” he replied. “Even my parents are happy for me. I’m heading back to Sitka Valley next to visit them, and they’re acting like it’s a visit from the queen or something.”

  A tinge of pride colored Jake’s cheeks. I was glad to see him so happy. Not long after Dallas and Randall and I skipped town for New York, Jake threw himself into everything code. He soon founded a web design company, and it took off. He spent the last year working remotely from around the world, chasing his dreams on every continent.

  The lights flashed.

  “We better go in,” I said.

  “Let’s.” He looked up at the chandelier as we passed beneath it with a dreamy smile. “I still can’t believe it. Broadway, man. Broadway.”

  “I know.”

  We took our seats and chatted idly as we waited for the curtain to rise. Once it did, however, my attention was fixed. I spent the next two hours entranced, utterly mesmerized. I was the first on my feet when the cast did their bows. Then I grabbed Jake and pushed through the crowd back to the lobby and toward the stage doors.

  Backstage was a cacophony of laughter, yelling, and the constant popping of champagne bottles. The show had only just ended, but the after party was already in full swing. Then again, the production had a lot to celebrate. The run had been lauded by critics and audiences alike.

  I found Dallas laughing with the stage manager and presented her with the bouquet.

  “You were amazing, prince
ss.”

  She took the flowers and performed a flourishing bow. “Thank you very much.” She turned to Jake. “I’m glad you could make it. It’s terrific to see you.”

  “You too!” Jake replied. “After a performance like that, I can’t wait to see what you do next. Have you got anything lined up?”

  Dallas’s face flushed and she looked at us, pert lips slipping up into a smile.

  “I don’t, actually,” she admitted. “Though that’s probably a good thing.”

  I wound an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head, hungry for any form of contact.

  “Why’s that?” Jake asked.

  Dallas spun to look up at me, which was confusing since Jake was the one asking her questions. Her eyes sparkled like rays of sunlight skittering over the crests of ocean waves.

  “Because I’m pregnant.”

  I let out a strangled cry of excitement and lifted her into my arms, spinning wildly. She laughed. I laughed. Jake wisely got out of the way. Roses flew everywhere.

  Words couldn’t describe the perfection of that moment. Up until then, I didn’t think I could get any happier. Surely I had reached the limit, and extending that limit was impossible.

  How many times was I going to let myself be surprised by the fact that, when it came to Dallas and me, impossible was just a word?

  Call it fate, call it destiny, call it the luck of the Irish if you will. Whatever the case, the time for dreaming had passed. Now was the time when we got to live.

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