The Royals Series

by Bay, Louise

  Pressing my lips against hers, we stood, our naked bodies brushing, her fingers trailing over my back. I pushed my tongue between her lips and began my exploration.

  I pulled back, desire shooting through me as I took in Darcy’s reddened lips and her mussed hair.

  I walked her over to the bed, my hands full of her arse, and tipped her back onto the mattress, her hair spreading out behind her as if she were underwater.

  Pulling her knees apart, I glanced between her thighs. The glistening sheen over the trimmed hair told me everything I needed to know. I was used to women with bare pussies, but I liked that Darcy was different. It suited her. Showed her to be the independent, real woman I was so fascinated by.

  Smoothing my hands up her thighs, I pressed my lips to the soft flesh just beneath her hip on one side, then trailed a straight line to the other. She dug her fingers into my hair and sighed as if she was used to having me between her legs, worshipping her body.

  It shouldn’t be true, but for some reason the chemistry was easy between us. Perhaps because I’d drawn the lines of responsibility clearly in the sand, or because that was what she wanted. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her stomach and licked up between her heavy, milky-white breasts. Almost every part of her was the exact opposite of the women I was used to fucking, yet I’d never been so turned on. I grazed my teeth over her nipples and she arched, squirming beneath me. I’d bet no one had ever dared fuck this woman properly.

  Until now.

  Bracing my arms on either side of her, I kissed her, resisting the fingers she curled deliciously around my neck. I rolled to my back. “Sit on me,” I said, as I gripped her hips and urged her on top of me “On my face. I want to taste you.”

  She gasped. “No, I can’t…”

  I slapped her playfully on her arse. “You remember the bit when I said I was in charge and that there was no room for debate?” I dug my fingertips into her skin, encouraging her forward. “Hold on to the headboard and tell me before you come.”

  Her pussy smelled of honey as I lowered her onto my tongue. I began to plow a trail through her folds and around her clit, then back down. Christ, I loved going down on a woman, but when she didn’t know how good it could be? That was the best. Giving Darcy something she’d never had before was like mainlining power and dominance. She tried to hold in her gasps and moans as I kept her in place, but eventually, she began to twist her hips, thrusting against my tongue as her pleasure built.

  I groaned as her wetness increased, coating my mouth and my chin and she began to shudder. “Logan, Logan. I’m…I’m going to—”

  I pushed her off my face, flipping her to her back and crawled over her. I wasn’t about to let her come on my face. I wanted to be fucking her when she came, so I could see what I did to her when she climaxed. Plus, it was a reminder that her orgasms were mine to give her, rather than hers to take.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Fucking you,” I said as I slid off the mattress and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “You’ll come when I let you.”

  I grabbed a condom by her pillow. “Expecting someone?” I asked, holding up the square. I spotted another one, just about to fall off the mattress.

  She sighed. “My best friend put them in my bag tonight.”

  “And you took them out?” I frowned. “It’s important to be safe, Darcy.”

  “Am I safe with you?” she asked in a whisper.

  “Always,” I replied.

  I couldn’t wait another second to get inside her. I tore open one of the condoms and rolled the latex over my straining cock. “Hold your knees. I want to get nice and deep.”

  She groaned and did as I asked, displaying herself perfectly for me.

  “Good girl,” I grunted as I thrust into her, hard and deep. I almost collapsed right then at the perfection of it all. She was so tight, so wet, her chest heaving, her walls squeezing.

  I leaned forward. “Breathe,” I reminded both of us. She’d have me coming in ten seconds if I didn’t calm down, if I didn’t block out how this beautiful, spirited, independent woman was spreading her legs for me, already on the brink of orgasm because of the things I’d done to her.

  After a couple of deep breaths, I pulled out and thrust back in, settling into a rhythm that was slow enough to stop me from coming, but good enough that I never wanted to stop.

  She gazed up at me and stroked her hand over my cheek. “This is so good,” she whispered as if she never thought it could be. “You’re so good.” She scratched her nails gently down my chest as if she was trying to encourage my orgasm back from where I’d banished it. I knew she’d never been fucked like this before.

  I sped up as she reached for me, but I knew her touch would have me coming and I wanted to keep fucking her. I grasped her wrists and held them over her head. Worry passed over her face. “Logan. I’m going to—Logan.”

  “You can come now, beautiful,” I said and watched as her orgasm tore through her, stealing strangled moans from her throat as she pulsed around my cock. I kept my rhythm the same, determined to make her come again before I did.

  “Logan,” she said, her voice, breathy and desperate. “What are you doing? You. Need. To. Stop.”

  Her next orgasm wouldn’t take long. “No, I want you to come again. You don’t get to choose.”

  She opened her mouth, half-whimper, half-groan as she squirmed underneath me. I released her hands, but kept my rhythm the same as she grabbed at my chest, my arms, bucking wildly underneath me, almost fighting her orgasm, trying to keep it at bay.

  Heat coursed through my body as I held back my release, my jaw tightening each time her breasts shifted beneath my thrusts. Sweat collected at my hairline with every swivel of her hips. Her sharp, desperate sounds were like oxygen to the orgasm building and building at the base of my spine. Just as I thought I couldn’t last another second, her eyes widened and she wrapped her legs around my waist—I fucked her once, twice, three times before coming like a train. Our eyes locked and all I heard were her breath, her moans, her sighs as she floated back down to earth.

  Perfection surrounded me.

  Panting, I couldn’t tear my gaze from hers; I wanted to sustain this moment of complete perfection and pleasure.

  Still fighting for breath, she trailed her fingers over my eyebrows. “Fuck, Logan. I’ve never…”

  “Shhhh.” I pulled out and dealt with the condom before gathering her into my arms as I laid back on the pillows to take in what had just happened. I knew she was going to tell me how she’d never come like that, let alone come twice. Or how I was the greatest fuck she’d ever had. She didn’t need to—I already knew.

  Worse, her confession might lead to one of my own. I could end up telling her she was the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. How her compliant transformation in the bedroom was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced.

  How I didn’t want to let her go.

  I wasn’t in the mood for confessions. Especially ones I didn’t understand and would come to regret with the sunrise. I knew who I was and what I was capable of. I understood that however amazing tonight had been, this was where it ended. Because it was all I had to give.

  Chapter Twenty

  Darcy

  Shopping had never been my favorite thing to do, especially not after a night like last night, but I’d promised Violet, Scarlett’s sister, I’d meet her. And so far, I was still awake and functioning.

  “Now mimosas,” Violet said as she accepted her card and the Elie Saab dress, all beautifully boxed up from the sales assistant.

  “I’m pleased we found something. The purple really suits you.” I glanced at my phone. No text messages. No missed calls. Of course there weren’t. That wasn’t Logan Steele’s style.

  “Thank you for coming.” Violet signaled a cab.

  “Where are we going?” I asked. “The Dorchester is just around the corner.”

  “I know, but I’m in heels and feeling lazy
, and we’re late meeting Aurora.”

  It was probably just as well we weren’t walking. I wasn’t sure my legs could take it given all the shaking they’d done the night before.

  As we sprung out of the cab we almost knocked Aurora over as she headed into the hotel. “Hey, how are you?” I asked.

  “I’m not sure if I’m talking to you, since you’ve done nothing but dodge all my questions,” Aurora replied.

  I glanced at Violet who narrowed her eyes. “I’m not dodging—I’ve been shopping all morning with Violet.”

  “So are you saying you’re willing to give a full and frank confession, right now, over tea and champagne?”

  “I feel like I’m missing something,” Violet said as she pushed through the revolving door into the lobby.

  Full and frank wasn’t exactly what I was prepared to be—I was pretty sure some of the things that Logan had done to me last night weren’t legal, and they certainly weren’t the kind of thing you discussed over tea at the Dorchester. “I can tell you how my evening went, if that’s what you mean.” I headed over to the hostess at the Palm Lounge, gave my name and she showed us to our table. It was in a perfect spot, beyond the serious man in his fifties playing American standards on the grand piano and tucked away from people who might overhear.

  The Promenade at the Dorchester was one of my favorite places in London. Decorated as if Lady Bracknell might appear at any time, it felt as if time had stopped in 1892. Palm plants were set against orange marble columns and curtains along each side of the long room. Low, white cloth-covered tables were set amongst the green button-backed chairs, stuffed so full they looked like they might burst at any moment.

  “Did you know this room is as long as Nelson’s Column?” Violet said as we sat down.

  “Are you studying to be a London tourist guide?” Aurora asked, setting her handbag on the low stool provided especially for that purpose.

  “No, I just take an interest in this beautiful city,” she replied. “You two take it for granted.”

  “Probably true,” I agreed, opening my napkin on my lap, and wondering how long the champagne would take to arrive.

  “Anyway, enough of the deflection,” Aurora said. “I want to hear about Darcy’s date last night.”

  “Wait.” Violet grabbed my wrist as if I were about to bolt. “You had a date? Last night? We’ve been together all morning and you haven’t said anything? I need new friends.” She released me and slumped back in her chair.

  “Oh good, so I’ve not missed out on anything,” Aurora said. “I thought you two would have picked out the bridesmaids’ outfits by now and swapped all the gossip.”

  I leaned back in my chair, resigning myself to the coming inevitable discussion. “Don’t be ridiculous. It was a date—no wedding bells are ringing.”

  “But you liked him?” Aurora asked.

  “Who? I’m the last to know everything around here,” Violet said.

  “Only an earl who moved in next door to Darcy,” Aurora said. “A tall, handsome, totally charming—”

  “Arsehole who tried to destroy the village,” I added.

  “Wait a second,” Violet said. “You went on a date with someone who tried to what?”

  I filled Violet in on the lead up to last night and tried my best not to smile as I told her I’d agreed to the date.

  “So tell me everything,” she said. “Was he charming?”

  I took a deep breath. “Yes. More than I expected.” He’d certainly lacked charm in the bedroom, but that had only made him more attractive. I’d been nervous by his demands at first, and I still wasn’t sure why I did as he asked. But he was right, I enjoyed it, even though I wasn’t quite sure I should have.

  “So, what did you do? Dinner?” Violet asked.

  I nodded, but before I had the chance to answer, Aurora asked, “Where did he take you?”

  “We came into London—to the Hilton actually.” I nodded south, toward where the Hilton stood just a few meters away.

  “Nice. Did you have the best table?” Aurora asked.

  I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to disguise my smile at the memory of realizing we were the only diners. “Every table actually. We were the only ones there.”

  “What, he hired the entire restaurant?” Violet asked.

  I shrugged, trying not to let my grin take over my face. I’d never had anyone do anything so romantic for me.

  “Wow. He meant business. He clearly was trying to impress.”

  I wasn’t sure he’d been trying to impress me exactly, but he’d thought about me. The views of the countryside. The way he said he wanted to encourage me to be a little self-indulgent. It was the way he seemed so acutely aware of small things that drew me to him but also made me a little wary of him.

  “He has a really nice side to him,” I replied, remembering the stop at the community center. I didn’t say anything about it because I wasn’t sure if Logan would want me to. He clearly didn’t publicize it and the woman I’d sat next to had mentioned he’d never brought anyone with him, not even his grandmother. It made me feel more special than it should. I shared something with him that others hadn’t. But it had been a diary clash that meant I was there. It wasn’t as if Logan was trying to open up and show me a deeper side to him.

  “And what about the sex? Was that a nice side?” Aurora asked.

  Violet sat forward in her chair, clearly wanting to catch my every word.

  “It was…” How could I describe it? It was easily the best sex I’d ever had—and I’d probably never have better. But something about the way that he had me submit to him so quickly had me questioning myself. He’d been right when he said that I’d enjoy it but what was it that he saw in me that had him so confident in my reaction? “He was…” Domineering and controlling and had fucked me like it was his job. “Clearly experienced.”

  “Well, duh. Did you see him? With a face and body like that, he has plenty of opportunity to perfect his skills.” Aurora said. “So how good was it?”

  “This is so great!” Violet raised her glass of champagne and took a sip. “I was beginning to think that maybe you were never going to have sex again, and—”

  “Good!” I blurted, trying to stop Violet from finishing her thought. “Very good.”

  “Define ‘very’—were you up all night swinging from the chandeliers?” Violet asked.

  I fixed her with a stare. “That’s all you’re getting from me.” I wanted to ask them whether it was normal for an independent woman to give that all up for a few hours. Why it felt so good to give up my control, my body to someone else. But it felt too private, too embarrassing to admit.

  As our tea and champagne arrived, we fell silent. While our waitress pointed out all the different types of sandwiches and cakes, I couldn’t help but wonder what Logan was doing right now. Was he at Badsley? Was he thinking about last night? About me?

  “How did you leave things?” Aurora asked.

  I tried not to let my shoulders slump in response to her question. I’d woken up late and sped into the shower with barely a good morning. When I’d emerged, he’d been dressed in his tuxedo, ready to leave. “I was running late and he left. This isn’t the beginning of some beautiful love story. Sorry to disappoint you, girls.”

  Part of me had been surprised that he’d stayed over, but given we’d been up most of the night, he hadn’t had much of a chance to leave. We could only have slept for a little over an hour. If I hadn’t had to rush to get ready to come here, would we have had a conversation about perhaps a follow-up? A second date? And was that something I wanted?

  “But you clearly like him. Enough to have slept with him,” Violet said.

  “You said yourself he’s handsome. And I needed to get back on the horse, so to speak. It’s no big deal.” I wasn’t about to confess that if he’d asked me I most likely would have said yes to a second date. Yes to more of his demanding and controlling. Yes to spending Sunday naked and in bed. I wou
ldn’t confess to it because it wasn’t going to happen. Men like Logan didn’t date. They fucked.

  “You said he was charming,” Aurora chipped in.

  “So?” I asked. “It was fun. No more, no less.” I was meant to be cool about it. Meant to think about it as just sex. I may have a desire for more, but if I kept telling myself it was a one-time thing, I might just believe it.

  My phone vibrated in my bag, and while I ignored it, Violet and Aurora stared at my Longchamp as if it were a monkey doing a striptease.

  “You have to see who it is,” Violet said.

  “I bet it’s him,” Aurora added.

  “It’s probably Lane with a question about the horses.” It would be nice if it were Logan, but he’d made no suggestion of calling me later or seeing me again and my pride wasn’t about to let me be a girl who chased after men like Logan Steele.

  “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Violet nodded at my bag.

  They weren’t going to stop until I relented, and since I was confident it wouldn’t be Logan, I pulled out my phone.

  I keep seeing your face when you come. I make fantastic cheese on toast. And I have a bottle of pinot noir with your name on it. How about combining all three? Are you busy tonight?

  I sucked in a breath, shocked he’d sent a message, shocked he wanted to see me again and shocked at how his words had me squirming in my chair.

  “It’s him,” Aurora said. “I knew it.”

  I glanced up to find my two friends staring at me. “No big deal,” I said, tossing my phone in my bag.

  Did I want cheese on toast, wine and orgasms? I was pretty sure that sounded like a perfect Saturday night, but there was something about Logan Steele and the way I couldn’t quite figure him out that had me holding back. Something about how badly I wanted to see him tonight that had me nervous.