“Spit it out, Princess.”
“Well, that’s just it.” She chuckles embarrassed. “I want you to teach me how to pleasure you.”
I almost choke on my coffee. “Pleasure me?” Dear God.
“More specifically, how to perform oral sex. I want to know how to give a good blow job.”
This time I do choke on my coffee, and it goes flying out my mouth as I spit it everywhere, coughing up a lung in the process. I’m stunned speechless. The only part of me that seems to be able to function is my dick, which sure likes the way Raina says blow job.
“Gavin? Are you alright?” she asks innocently, like she didn’t just try to kill me. There is no innocence in her eyes, though. She knows exactly what she’s done.
I put up a hand to silence her for a minute so I can collect myself. It’s taking longer than I’d like. “No.”
“No, you're not alright?”
“I’m fine. But there is no way I’m teaching you … teaching you how to…”
“How to blow you?”
“Yes, that. I’m sure there are instructional videos on YouTube or something.”
“I do not want to watch someone else giving or getting head, Gavin.”
“I didn't mean it like that. Not to watch the actual act.” The thought makes me postal. “I mean I’m sure there are videos with like a banana or something.”
“A banana? What could I possibly learn watching someone suck on a banana?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen any of the videos. Or given a guy head.”
This makes us both laugh, thankfully breaking the tension and my hardcore arousal.
“You know watching and doing are not the same thing. Please, Gavin? I trust you more than I would trust anyone… You’ve at least had one, right?”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t? You've never had a blow job?”
“Of course I have.”
“No, of course. I’ve never…”
“Our circumstances were different, are different. You’ve lacked the opportunities.”
“Not for lack of trying,” she grumbles under her breath. “Do you not like it, or do you not want me to do it? Is that it? Because I could be bad at it?”
“That's not it at all. I doubt you'll be bad at it; you were pretty great last night…”
Fuck. I'm the world’s biggest idiot.
“Oh.” She blushes scarlet, but I can see the elation shining in her eyes. God, I love making her happy, but what she's asking… “Then I don't understand your hesitation. Aren't guys supposed to be jumping at the chance for a woman to put their cock in her mouth?”
Determination, meet the floor, as you crumble to a pile of dust. All my resolve, my backbone, and my damn moral high ground, or whatever the hell it is, dissolves with two simple words coming out of her sexy, soon to be sinful mouth. Raina being crass, fucking hell. What's worse—she knows exactly what she did.
“I want to feel it, feel you, in my mouth. I want to know what you taste like against my tongue. And hear your sexy sounds when you come.”
Completely. Un. Done. Completely and utterly, screwed.
I about come in my shorts. Raina's sultry tone is beyond sexy. Add the naughty, tempting, down-right scandalous words coming out of her mouth … boom. I'm a goner.
Her gleaming, blue eyes track a slow, tantalizing path from my face, down my torso and abdomen, to the now prominent bulge in my pants. When she licks her lips, I combust and react without a thought in my head except wanting to do the exact same thing with my tongue.
I pounce, taking her face roughly in my hands as I bring our mouths together. I take Raina's bottom lip between mine and suck hard, before diving my tongue deep in her mouth, capturing and swallowing her shocked moans of pleasure.
Raina reciprocates in kind, kissing me back with everything she has. The need to pick her up and take her to bed is overwhelming. Scratch that. To take her right here, right now, in front of the blazing fire. I groan, my cock now painfully hard.
She releases my lips with a seductive pop, and pushes me to the floor, a provocative glint blazing in her hooded almond eyes as she starts undoing my pants. My ability to stop this going further, or simply just being able to say the word no, is gone. Scraped from my vocabulary and replaced by a million yeses. Oh God do I want this.
I've never had a woman so wanton, so determined, and so confident, in wanting me, wanting to pleasure me. It's possibly the sexiest thing ever and the biggest turn on. I'm already crazily close, and she hasn't even licked me yet. I shudder at the thought.
I'm freed from my pants, Raina haphazardly throwing them across the room behind her. I bite my lip hard enough to make it bleed as she runs her fingers up my thighs to my boxer briefs.
She hesitates, but only for a few seconds before she wraps her fingers around the waistband of my boxers, and with a lift, slides them down my thighs.
I pop free, and the air feels amazing on my blazing skin, but not nearly as incredible as the look on Raina's face as she takes in the sight of me.
She bites her lip hard and looks up into my eyes. Curiosity, awe, arousal and a little trepidation, all shining in those stunning blue pools of hers. She's amazing, and also going a little shy on me. I can see the shift as her confidence starts to fade.
“Touch me?”
“How?”
“Any way you want. Just touch me…”
She nods, giving me a small, tentative smile and runs the tips of her fingers up my inner thighs. I shiver, loving the feeling of her fingers on my skin. She becomes a little bolder, switching it up by dragging her fingernails along my flesh instead until she reaches the very tops of my thighs.
She is killing me.
Without any warning, she takes me in her warm hands, and my whole body shudders at the feel of her finally touching me.
“You feel so … smooth, so hard.”
All I can do is nod. I'm in a whole-body stupor. I come completely undone when she leans forward and licks the tip.
“Dear God, woman.”
The raw heat in my voice seems to spur her on, and she licks me from the base of my shaft all the way up the sensitive vein and to the tip. I think my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I see stars when she puts me in her mouth and sucks like her life depends on it.
I mumble something incoherent as she takes more of me into her mouth, pulling me in and out like I'm a lollipop. I'm so close to exploding, when she adds her tongue to the mix, and I lose my mind.
I grab her by the shoulders, hauling her up onto her feet, and kiss her senseless. I ravage her mouth like she ravished my dick, and when she goes completely boneless in my arms, I pull back, breaking the kiss. Her glazed-over look makes me grin like crazy.
“Turnabout is fair play, Your Highness.”
Before she has time to respond, I flip her on her back and pull her free of her leggings before I bury my face between her thighs. She squeals and then gasps as my tongue sweeps out and licks her seam from bottom to top, flicking her clit with the tip for good measure.
“Oh, God, Gavin!”
My reply is to dive my tongue deep inside of her, over and over again until she's riding my face so hard I'm struggling to breathe. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It spurs me on more, so I mix it up, adding my fingers to the foreplay and sucking on her clit. She comes so fast and so hard, the cabin is ringing with her screaming my name.
But I'm only just getting started.
So much for keeping the intimacy to a minimal. I failed, miserably. I guess I might as well enjoy myself if I'm going to hell.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Raina
My eyes flutter open and closed, an odd sound breaking through my awareness, but I can't quite place it. I'm too drowsy, blissed-out, that I don't want to move. I don't want to wake from this wonderful dream-like state. I realize a little dazedly that I must have fallen asleep at some point after all the mind-blowing orgasms. Oh lord what Ga
vin can do with his mouth, and his hands, and that sexier than sin cock of his. My, oh, my. My thighs clench with renewed arousal, my body warming with all my dirty thoughts. The now-familiar feeling becoming second nature when I think of Gavin.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up, wanting and needing more of him, but I regret it almost instantly when my foot moves and screams in agony. Crap. It seems like the only part of my body that doesn't demand and want more of Gavin, more of us together making sweet, sweet love.
My gaze zeros in on Gavin within seconds of waking, not that it's hard with such a small, open space, but I find him completely dressed, outerwear included, and putting out the fire in the little hearth. This makes me frown in confusion.
He turns toward me, my movements having garnered his attention, and looks at me strangely. I know all my hopes of us staying here in this cabin, forever in our sex bubble, are completely dashed.
“Hey. What’s up?” I ask quietly, hoping to hide my disappointment, and trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but I no doubt fail miserably.
He shakes his head almost absentmindedly, and I realize that he isn't happy. Something is most definitely wrong.
“We need to leave as soon as possible, Princess,” he tells me flatly. My heart constricts at the use of my title again. He's all business once more. “I walked a few miles north while you were sleeping and got the sat phone to work. I called your parents and told them what has happened. There is a chopper en-route that will be coming for us shortly. There's a clearing not far from here where it can land. With the roads completely snowed in, it's the only way to get us out.”
Oh God, my parents are going to be livid. “We could have stayed here until they cleared?” I hedge, still praying that might be an option, because leaving… I’m starting to realize what leaving here will mean. “It's not like whoever owns this place will be able to come back and claim it any time soon.”
Gavin shakes his head, dismissing the idea completely. I bite my lip, not wanting to get emotional right now, and hobble out of bed, not even thinking about how I am completely naked as the day I was born. Well, not completely. I have more womanly curves, clearly. Gavin turns away, his cheeks flaming, and I groan loudly.
“Really? Now you’re going to be shy and act like you haven't seen me naked? Hell, you are the reason I am naked.”
I’m being an irritable bitch right now, but being yanked out of my snug sex cocoon with Gavin will have that effect on a person. The real world sucks compared to this bliss we’ve had in the last twenty-something hours, and I’m so damn angry about being forced to leave it and return to the real world. I'd give it all up, the fame, the fortune, the entitlement, just to stay and be with Gavin. If only that was an option.
It's not really fair that I'm taking this out on him. But he is part of the problem. He never once shows any inclination that what I'm being forced to do is wrong, or in any way bad, hard, or whatever. Some kind of empathy, sympathy or acknowledgment would be nice. But nope. It's always duty first. Except when it wasn't…
Gavin doesn't bother to respond to me, but continues to tidy up after us. He's methodical, zeroed in on the task at hand and completely void of any outwardly emotional reaction.
This makes me even more mad, and I huffily shove on my fleece-lined leggings and winter boots. I regret it so bad when my bung foot rages in protest. Oh God, it hurts. Thankfully the anger is keeping me composed, making it easier to focus and not cry out in pain. It's the last thing I need is for Gavin to be babying me just now.
I find my bra, strap myself back in, and then pull my two sweaters on. Beyond grateful when I reach for my coat and find it completely dry. Thank God. I couldn’t stand the idea of going back out into the cold, especially not in a wet coat, but we apparently don't have any other options.
I sigh deeply, accepting my fate, and turn to Gavin to apologize for being a bitch but don't. I cut myself off instead, at the look now overtaking his facial features. He looks like he's swallowed something bad, and it's eating him alive.
“What is it?” I push.
“I shouldn’t have ... we shouldn’t have…”
That's what's bothering him? We had sex, and he wishes we didn’t. That hurts worse than my foot currently does.
“Don’t worry,” I huff out with a well-intended bite. “No one is ever going to know.”
“Your husband will know. He’ll know you aren’t a virgin,” Gavin grumbles bitterly.
“My husband…” And we are back to my duty above all else. “Good. It's not like he'd deserve it anyway. And he’ll already know it’s not a love match. So what? It's not like the lucky asshole would even know I was a virgin to begin with.” I shrug. “It’s the monarchy and the twenty-first century, Gavin. We do what we have to because we have little choice in the matter. There’s a good chance whoever marries me has someone else he’s already in love with too.”
Oh shit.
I look away fast, busying myself with tidying the bed, and hope he doesn't pick up on what I’ve just said. It was a slip of the tongue. Not meant to come out like that. Or at all, for that matter. The number of times I've been feeling it and thinking it lately, though, it was bound to happen at some point. One way or another. I'd prayed it wouldn't. Especially not in front of him. I guess I should be grateful I didn't blurt it out during sex. That would have been awful and ruined everything, I have no doubt of that.
“What did you say?” he asks. His face looks white as a sheet, and mildly horrified. All scrunched up like he can’t possibly process what I just said. Because me being in love with him is just so inconceivable. Or, undesirable.
There is no way I am going to repeat myself, not with a reaction like that. “Forget about it. It doesn't matter anyway. Let’s just get out of here.”
I finish with the bed, still keeping my face away from Gavin’s all-seeing, all-knowing eyes, and hunt for my underwear. I pocket them, not giving two shits about how wrong that is. It’s not like my parents are going to search my pockets.
Once ready, I march to the front door, bag in hand, not bothering to check on Gavin’s readiness, and out into the cold early afternoon air.
I can hear Gavin’s soft footfalls following behind me, so I don't bother to stop. He’s already put out the fire in the fireplace and cleaned up everything else.
We’re leaving the place as neat and clean as we can, but I left a note for the owner, if they ever return, explaining and thanking them. With some of the money as compensation, of course.
My ankle is killing me, and the bitter chill in the air is burning my lungs and stinging my face, yet I don't say a thing; just trudge forward. But on the plus side, the sun is out, making it bright enough for me to fish out my sunglasses.
God bless chunky, massive, bug-like sunglasses. They are now conveniently shielding half of my face, making it a hell of a lot easier to hide what I'm thinking and feeling. Right now, that is exactly what I need. I can't handle looking Gavin in the eyes at this minute, seeing all his regret, or worse—him seeing all my emotions.
I love him. I have for sometime now, but I am not going to say it to him ... ever. It would only make marrying someone else all that much harder.
Denial is how we royals have survived so long. We don't acknowledge what is right in front of us. Instead, we bury it. Where even we can't find it. If I'm going to survive this cruel, opulent world I was born into, I'm going to have to learn to do the same thing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gavin
Raina is in love with me. These same six words have been repeating themselves in my head on a never-ending loop since we left the cabin about twenty minutes ago. Raina is in love with me. Fuck. What am I going to do now?
I shake my head at myself and the complete and utter mess I've gotten myself into. Because honestly, I have no one else to blame but myself. I should have kept my distance. Kept it one hundred and fifty percent professional, one hundred and fifty percent of the time. But I didn't. I couldn't. Da
mn it.
I'm a complete and utter dick, and completely and utterly screwed. I'm royally screwed. I'm too fucked up to even find that funny right now.
I've kept exactly two paces behind Raina since we left the cabin, purposely giving her the space that was so apparently wanted. It's clear without a doubt, Raina is pissed. Blood-ragingly pissed, and at me. I'm just not exactly sure why. Not to the finer details of why anyway.
With her being so mad at me, I've been biting my tongue the whole time we’ve been walking, but I can't watch her struggle on her foot any longer. It's killing me not to say something, not to offer to help. So I risk her wrath and do just that.
“Raina, take my arm, lean on me. Let me help, please?”
She scoffs into the wind, but I catch it all the same.
“Want me back in your arms again that badly, do you?” She’s clearly trying to crack jokes and divert attention away from the uncomfortable conversation we had in the cabin. She’s failing at it.
I sighed. “I wish,” I mutter under my breath. “But it’s actually my job to protect you. Your well-being is quite literally my business.”
She makes a sound. I’m not sure what exactly, but it sounds like some dreamy sigh thing. And I mostly understand. I want to always have her back. I want to be with her, but I spend a lot of time trying not to think about that. Any of that. My blood warms with actively not thinking about Raina and all the things we did.
I secretly hoped that being with her just once, as wrong as it was, might help me get over her. Maybe, if I hope and pray hard enough, now that I’ve been with her in every way, I can be satisfied. I’ll have that memory to keep with me for a lifetime, not to mention the very fact she chose me to be her first.
Currently, that's not the case at all. Instead, I feel this unnatural desire to protect what is mine. I've always wanted to protect her, but it's more than that. It's a deep-rooted, almost carnal possessiveness and need to keep her with me. I don’t want to share her with anyone, ever.
The want and need to be her one and only is excruciating. Of course, we both know that never will happen. As she’d explained, the monarchy married who they were told to marry, especially her. She is the daughter of a King. The firstborn and the only heir. She’ll one day have the throne. And she needs the protection of a man and his kingdom’s wealth to provide the country with stability.
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