Reluctantly Royal

by Gillian Archer

  Toby gave a sigh that sounded like every aggravated father ever. “Fine. The path starts opposite your vehicle and winds around. The staff should be mostly inside clearing out from the wedding. But I’m not kidding, Banana. One. Hour.”

  “Yes, sir.” She patted his cheek as she pulled me past him and in the direction he’d indicated. “Tell Alyssa I said hi. We’ll catch up soon!”

  Toby’s reply was lost as we wound past a modern building with a curving roof.

  “He seemed nice.”

  Hannah snorted as she pulled me toward the path Toby had indicated. “If you think that was bad, you should meet my family.”

  I laughed weakly at her joke but felt a bit of a pang at the knowledge that I wouldn’t meet them. It sounded like she had an amazing, supporting group around her—both friends and family—and what did I have? Pseudo-friends who were really my bodyguards and half a family who really didn’t give a shit about me?

  Somehow, with all the drama going on, I’d missed taking in our surroundings. The air hissed and popped around us. And after a few steps we were surrounded by all the relics of Vegas’s historical neon signs. They lit up the night sky and cast strange colored halos as far as I could see.

  “Wow,” I murmured as I stared at the piles and piles of letters and signs, some plugged in, others illuminated by spotlights. It was easily one of the strangest yet hypnotic places I’d ever been. The lights were captivating—charming in that tacky old school Vegas kinda way.

  “This is just one of those odd places that makes me feel alive. Something about the sound of neon and the crazy lights here…I don’t know. It’s one of my favorite places.”

  “No, I get it.” I stared at a three-meter-tall glowing camel. “It’s a bit like those old-fashioned carnivals with the big top and clowns. Something about it makes me feel like nothing else matters.”

  “Exactly. Like a weird carnival only for adults or something. Come on, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.”

  I tugged on Hannah’s hand and pulled her toward me. She fell against my chest, and the electric sound of the neon had nothing on the zing that raced through my body. Ever since the encounter with Toby, I had felt a primal need to claim her and mark her as mine. So I gave in and covered her lips with mine. I kissed her until I forgot where we were standing. I kissed her until we were both moaning. My hands skimmed up her tight body until I found the plump, straining mounds of her breasts. As I continued to kiss her, I cupped one breast in my hand and teased the tip with my thumb. Her nipple hardened to a throbbing tip and she gasped.

  “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I brought you here.” She panted.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I murmured back.

  “I didn’t say that…” Hannah’s head fell back as she arched her breasts toward me. “I do think we need to find a more comfortable location if you’re going to keep that up, though.”

  I ducked my head and teasingly nipped at her still-covered nipple. “How private is it here?”

  “Oh, my god.” Hannah closed her eyes with a groan. “No one is gonna trip over us, if that’s what you mean. The museum was closed tonight for a private party that ended a bit ago. Now the crew is just here to clean up. When Toby said we only have an hour, he meant it.”

  “I’d rather have more time, but I guess I can make that work.” I took a step back and grabbed her hand again. Half a step later, I tugged her hand when she didn’t budge. “Hannah?”

  She shook her head slightly and my excitement deflated. I’d pushed her too hard. I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face. If she needed more time, that was fine. By now I was getting used to walking around with an erection when I was with her.

  And then she spoke.

  “You’re going the wrong way. There’s a bench if we go this wa—” Her words were muffled by my lips as I gave her another hard kiss. My tongue had just started to tease hers when she pulled back with a slight laugh. “Before we get too carried away, let’s go find that bench.”

  We half ran down the gravel path holding hands like two teenagers with no care in the world other than our impending curfew. After passing a five-meter-tall neon duck and a collection of hodgepodge letters, I stopped looking at the neon and focused on the way the light played off Hannah’s spectacular ass and the way her dress lifted and fell with her every step.

  I was hard and aching by the time Hannah stopped next to a modest wooden bench between a large motel sign and a neon palm tree. Hannah gave me a nervous smile as she gestured to the bench, which sat in front of a cinderblock wall.

  “Does this work?”

  “Mon chou, I’d be happy with a scrub of grass or the hood of a car as long as I got to be there with you.” I sat down on the bench in a wide sprawl, then pulled her down onto my lap. “Now where were we?”

  Hannah smiled down at me. “Right about here,” she whispered just before she leaned down and kissed me. Her mouth moved demandingly over mine. In moments she was teasing me with the shy flicker of her tongue against my lips. I groaned and buried a hand in her hair, then took the kiss deeper. She moaned softly as she moved restlessly in my lap.

  My free hand glided up her body to the straps of her dress. I slowly tugged on one until it fell down her arm. Hannah impatiently untangled her arm from her dress, then threaded her fingers in my hair, taking control of our kiss. I made quick work of her other strap, and the dress fell from her chest, pooling in her lap. My shoulders fell back against the cinderblock wall as I broke our kiss and looked at Hannah in all her glory.

  The buzzing neon around us cast different rays of light on her soft, shimmering skin, giving her an otherworldly element, reminding me of a Warhol painting. Blue. Yellow. Orange. All perfect. Her breasts were magnificent. They should be studied by art students and their paintings hung in museums. But then I’d have to share the glorious sight of her. Fuck that.

  I urged her leg over until she was straddling and facing me. Then I cupped one pouting peak and my thumb slowly drifted over her hardened nipple. Hannah groaned as her head fell back. Her long blond hair brushed against my arm, causing a wave of goosebumps. I groaned in reply and bent forward until I could nuzzle and worship her fantastic tits.

  Taking one aching nipple into my mouth, I suckled the tip, passing my tongue back and forth over the hardened nipple. Hannah groaned softly and buried both hands in my hair as she arched into my mouth. Her bottom moved restlessly in my lap, pressing into my throbbing erection. I thrust my hips up into her in reflex, mentally cursing the fabric that kept us apart. Moving to her other nipple, I bathed it in attention as well, sucking and flicking her erect little tip with my mouth and tongue.

  Hannah gasped and shuddered in my arms. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna finish before the party’s even started.”

  “Mon chou, if I have my way…” I paused and teasingly nipped at her exposed nipple. “You’re gonna finish again.” I nipped her other nipple. “And again.” I sat up and gave her a peck on her irresistible lips. “And again.”

  “You talk a big game, but girls only orgasm like that in pornos and romance novels.” Hannah reached down and mischievously cupped my aching dick. “Besides, what are you going to do with this while you’re so busy teasing me?”

  “Don’t worry about him, mon chou. He’s got a mind of his own.”

  “Well, what if I want to meet him?”

  I laughed, but it broke off in a groan when Hannah gave my erection a little squeeze. Without thought, my hips thrust up toward her again. Christ, it’d been a long time, and nothing felt as good as a gorgeous woman’s hand on your dick. “First you, then me.”

  “Actually, I’m pretty sure you promised it’d be me, me, me, then you.”

  “Semantics. Now be quiet so we can get to me before Tony comes back.” I bent down and laved attention on her pretty little nipples again.

  “Toby,” she moaned, like it mattered.

  Or that I gave a fuck.

  B
ut I had to get one thing clear first. My mouth pulled away from her breast with a pop and I blew softly on her throbbing nipple. “Do not ever say another man’s name while I’m making love to you.”

  Merde, I didn’t know where that L word came from, but I wasn’t gonna back down now.

  “Sorry. I was just—”

  “Don’t care. And do not do it again.” I slowly ran my teeth over the tip of her breast to underline my point.

  Hannah shivered. “Got it. There’s no one here except the two of us. But uh, you might wanna hurry up so it stays that way.”

  “Patience, mon chou. You won’t be able to come if you’re all tense and worried. Clearly I’m not doing a good job at keeping you focused. If it helps, you can just close your eyes and picture that porno booth at the museum earlier. You had no inhibitions there.”

  “I also wasn’t seminaked there.”

  “Touché,” I muttered around her nipple as I went back to teasing her perfect breasts. I licked and nibbled on one while tweaking the other with my fingers. In moments, Hannah groaned and I could feel the tension leach out of her body as she lost herself in the sensations. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to know every part of her.

  Continuing to tease one breast, I slowly ran my fingers up her thigh until they met the damp center of her with only a small scrap of fabric covering her. Hannah gasped and wiggled but didn’t move away from my seeking fingers. Emboldened, I delved under her panties and softly ran a finger along her moist sex. She was wet and so ready my finger disappeared into her folds like a sigh. It took every ounce of my self-control to not reach for my zipper. I wanted to bury my cock inside her and thrust until we were both quivering husks.

  But I held back because I had made a promise. Fuck me. My dick ached.

  I sat back and blew softly on her moist nipple while my finger sank knuckle-deep inside her. Hannah groaned and thrust her hips at me, silently urging for more. I slowly withdrew my finger, then added a second. Soon two fingers stretched her soft, damp heat. Hannah groaned louder now, and her hips rose and fell as she rode my fingers. Fearing someone might hear her, I leaned forward and covered her lips in a harsh, wet kiss. Hannah continued to ride my fingers as we kissed, and soon I felt the telltale quivering begin at the center of her; then, her entire body quaked as she pulled her mouth away with a moan.

  “Oh, my god. Oh, Luc. I need, I’m gonna—” The rest was lost in my shoulder as she buried her head and shuddered above me. Her sex squeezed my fingers until she finally relaxed bonelessly in my lap.

  I slowly pulled my fingers free of her body, and Hannah shivered. Putting both arms around her, I hugged her to me. My cock beat an insistent tattoo against my thigh. After feeling her come apart around me, I wanted more. I wanted to sink into her until I was the one losing control. Releasing a deep sigh, I tried to relax and give Hannah a moment, but then I felt a breeze against my damp fingers and realized how cold the night had turned. I rubbed my hands against Hannah’s exposed back. My fingers skimmed over several raised bumps, much like surgical scars of some kind. But before I could ask about them, I registered her cooled temperature and the goosebumps that rose. My concern over her current well-being overrode my curiosity.

  And my aching dick.

  I sat back against the wall and rubbed her arms a bit more vigorously. Taking a selfish moment, I appreciated the way it made her tits bounce. Then, ever the gentleman, I pulled the straps up her arms until she was covered again. “You okay, mon chou?”

  “I don’t think ‘okay’ covers it.” Hannah smiled smugly like a Cheshire cat, then blinked down at me. “What about you?”

  “I’m afraid I will have to wait.”

  “Wha—” Hannah broke off and sat upright as we both heard the sound of gravel crunching in the distance. “Son of a bitch. He said he’d give us an hour.”

  “I think it’s been…” This time I was the one who trailed off as Étienne came around the bend. “Merde, what now?”

  Chapter 9

  “Pardon, monsieur.” Étienne stopped a respectful distance away. “May I have a moment?”

  I gave Hannah an apologetic smile and let her slide off my lap onto the bench at my side. “I’m so sorry, mon chou. I’ll be right back.”

  Right after I kill Étienne for interrupting us.

  Hannah gave me a weak smile in reply, and I softly kissed her lips before I tore off toward Étienne.

  “Someone better be dying,” I bit out in French so Hannah couldn’t eavesdrop.

  “Pardon, monsieur.” Étienne gave me an aggrieved expression and continued in French. “Nicolas radioed and isn’t pleased with our destination or the amount of time you are staying here. He has concerns as to your security because we cannot get a team on the perimeter.”

  “Merde, doesn’t that prove how secure it is here, if he can’t get in?”

  “I tried to explain as much, but Nicolas doesn’t agree. As the heir to His Highness, your security is our utmost concern. Nicolas wants someone to have eyes on you at all times in public.”

  “Casse-toi! If he was so worried about my security, where has he been for the last twenty minutes?”

  Étienne gave me an enigmatic smile. “I’m afraid there were issues with my radio. Static. And my mobile phone kept dropping his calls.”

  “Good man.”

  “Merci, monsieur. I stalled as long as I was able. But once Nicolas got ahold of that prat, Toby, I couldn’t delay him any longer. If we’re not out of the museum compound within the next five minutes, he will enact other measures.”

  I could only imagine what those would be. Nicolas was the most hardheaded, rule-following man I’d ever met. And after years in boarding school and two different armed forces, that was saying something. He gave my assistant, Aristide, a run for his money.

  “I appreciate the time you did give me. I’ll get Hannah.”

  “Bon ben. I will be at the car, monsieur.”

  “Merci.” I turned back to the bench and Hannah and tried to think of a suitable excuse, but once again Hannah got there before me.

  “Problems? Is it something with work? Or your family? Is everything okay?”

  Both? I laughed derisively. “Work, unfortunately. The home office has called me in.”

  It wasn’t a lie, exactly. But I still felt like a connard.

  “Really? What’s the time difference? Shouldn’t they be sleeping?”

  “Monaco is nine hours ahead, so it’s morning for them.”

  “Oh, okay. Do we need to leave right away?”

  “Unfortunately yes. I’m sorry, mon chou.”

  “What about you? I finished, but you…” She nodded toward my trousers as her cheeks filled with the most adorable blush.

  I grabbed her arm and pulled until she stood before me. “Rain check?”

  “Rain check.” She agreed just before I kissed her.

  After a moment I pulled back, then tugged her to my side as we set off toward our waiting vehicle. “I had fun tonight.”

  “Me, too. Although I think I had more fun than you.”

  “Not possible.” Our hips bumped compatibly against each other as we walked to the inevitable end to our evening. “Tomorrow. Six o’clock. I’ll text you the details.”

  “I can do that. I can’t wait to see what nefarious plan you come up with after our date tonight.”

  “You’re a hard act to follow, but I swear I’ll make it worth your time.”

  “It’s a date.”

  —

  The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face. And an aching cock that had nothing to do with morning wood. Hannah. Christ, last night had been both the greatest night in who knows how long, and an arduous session of self-control. I could still feel her hot little chatte hovering above my aching and constrained cock.

  Fisting my dick, I slowly pumped it as I remembered the little sounds Hannah made as she came. I squeezed and closed my eyes so I could pretend it was Hannah’s chatte milking me. Ha
nnah riding me with her glorious hair loose and shining above me. Hannah’s gorgeous tits rising and falling in front of my face. Hannah crying out as she came.

  I groaned as my cock spurted again and again. My belly now covered with my ejaculate, I sagged back into my plush bed. Tonight. Tonight was the night my sessions with my hand would end. Tonight I’d finally see every inch of Hannah’s delectable body.

  Tonight.

  After taking a few minutes to bask in my postorgasm nirvana, I pushed off the bed with a sigh and padded to the bathroom to take a shower. I was mid-shampoo when I heard a hesitant tapping on the door.

  And so it begins.

  With a weary sigh, I tipped my head back to rinse and barked, “Entrez.”

  “Je suis désolé, Votre Altesse.” Aristide’s hesitant voice was barely audible above the blast of the four showerheads. He cleared his throat nervously before continuing in French. “I need to discuss your schedule for the remainder of the week.”

  I sighed as reality descended once again. No matter how hard I tried to run from it, the fucking palace always found me. “I thought we discussed you calling me Your Highness, Ari. I’m standing here with my bollocks out. There’s no need for formality. Knock it off.”

  “Oh, no, I couldn’t, Your Highness. It wouldn’t be proper.”

  I shook my head. “Fine. If you must be formal, use monsieur.”

  “Oui, oui, Votre Altesse. Er, monsieur.”

  I turned off the water with a twist of my wrist, then opened the glass door to grab a large, plush towel. “What did you want to discuss?”

  Ari stared blankly at me as I rubbed the towel over my body. His eyes widened when I moved the towel over said bollocks, and he closed his eyes as his cheeks darkened with a flush that I was certain had nothing to do with the steam in the room.

  Taking pity on the man, I tucked one towel around my hips, covering myself, then grabbed another to dry my face and hair. “The schedule, Ari?”

  “Oui, Your Highness, er, monsieur. I’m sorry. Again.”

  “Just get to the schedule, Ari. Please.”

  “Oui, oui, I—um, I took a look at the previous schedule and made some revisions, as you requested. But there are a few that we cannot cancel as they have current business in Monaco and, well—”