Royal Fake Fiancé (Dirty Royals Book 4)

by Vivian Wood

  And then he starts carrying me upstairs.

  16

  Pippa

  Lars presses his lips to mine, bending me backward. My hands touch his face and then creep around his strong neck. He picks me up. My legs go around his waist naturally. I moan as he walks us both backward, toward the bed.

  God, is this really happening right now?

  As he lays me back on the bed, I shiver. He breaks off the kiss only to move his mouth lower, to my jaw and my neck. Scorching a path to my pulse point, he buries himself there. I feel the sting of his teeth for a second before he kisses the sensation away.

  I had no idea that his mouth could be so hot. His lips against the pale column of my neck causes my breasts to tighten and lift. I realize that he is already pressing himself between my legs, falling there naturally when he moved us both on the bed. I am suddenly aware of the place between my thighs where I ache, the feeling more and more insistent the longer I’m with Lars.

  His hand trails down to cup my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple through my bra. Everything he does feels amazing, like a fire burning through a drought-parched land. He pinches my nipple again, sending shivers of electricity down my spine. I gasp at how connected my breasts seem to be to the slit between my legs, the slit that is growing damp now.

  I have some ideas for what would feel good right now, most of them centered on the bulge in Lars’s jeans. Pressing my hips up against his, I make a sound of pure need.

  Lars pulls back, desire flaring high in his eyes as he meets my gaze. When he speaks, his voice is rough as gravel.

  “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “Tell me that you want me half as badly as I want you, little witch. Make me believe it.”

  I suck in a breath. Do I want him? With every single molecule of my being, with every breath in my body.

  “I want you, Lars,” I whisper, looking into his eyes.

  He smirks. “Are you sure, Pippa? Because I want you so damn much it hurts.”

  I bite my lip and nod, my eagerness overcoming my shyness. He kisses me again, his hands drawing my tee shirt dress up and over my head. Just like that I am bare before him, wearing nothing but my bra and leggings.

  Lars looks at me hungrily, his eyes dipping down to my breasts. He takes a second to unlace his boots.

  I watch him, my heart beating in my throat. Then he strips off his shirt, leaving me half-drooling at his hard muscles. His abs. His pecs. His biceps…

  Everywhere I look is ridged with muscle. The exercise regimen that he’s been on is no joke, it seems.

  He returns to me, unbuttoning his jeans. He leaves them zipped, cradling my face as he kisses me. My heart is a humming bird, fluttering in my chest. A moan emerges from my mouth as he takes me back onto the bed, trailing his hot kisses down my neck and across my chest.

  He kisses his way down to my breast, pulling one strap of my bra down and baring my nipple.

  The breath seizes in my lungs. Then he fastens his wicked mouth on my nipple. I cry out at the almost electric sensation. It makes the ache between my legs spread a little wider.

  He releases my breast, his face utterly dark as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. I take a little bit of initiative and draw my bra off, tossing it aside. Then I’m bared before him, my hard nipples jutting proudly between us.

  I hear his harsh intake of breath. It makes me flush.

  “You are so goddamned beautiful to me,” he whispers, reaching out to cup one of my breasts. “It’s killing me, I swear.”

  My cheeks flood with heat. Reaching out a hand of my own, I touch his neck and trail my fingers down his arm. “You’re a Greek god, in case anyone was keeping score.”

  That makes him chuckle, his eyes crinkling. His humor is infectious and I find myself smiling softly.

  “What?” I say.

  “I never know what you’re about to say, that’s all. I find you surprising, continually.” His eyes wander down my body.

  He runs his hands down my sides, finding the fullness of my hips between his two hands. He kisses me again, firmly and passionately, making me gasp with want. I hardly realize that he’s stripping off my leggings until they are gone, until I am left with a skimpy pair of black lace panties as my last layer.

  He leans down and presses his face close to my mons, inhaling. “Fuck, you smell so good. It should be illegal to smell like this.”

  He starts to touch the tiny triangle of damp fabric between my legs, running his fingers down from the hem to the vee of my thighs. I let my eyelids flutter closed as his clever fingers begin trailing closer and closer to my aching slit. God, even this much friction is incredible.

  He kisses me, his lips and tongue every bit as clever as his fingers. I’m shamelessly excited by him, by what lies ahead. I know nothing except how those fingers and that tongue make me feel.

  Soon my panties too are gone, slid down my legs by his hasty hands. I look up at him as he spreads my thighs wide.

  “Fuck,” he says, running his hands down my inner thighs. “You’re shaved smooth. Fuck!” He swallow, his eyes dark with excitement. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, little witch.”

  He brushes his fingers along my slit. I groan, trying to stay still.

  “Ah, fuck,” he murmurs.

  I’m wet for him, excited beyond measure, unsure that this is really happening. He traces the line of my slit, gathering the evidence of my excitement of his fingertips. When he draws his fingers to his mouth, glistening with my wetness, my mouth falls open.

  He closes his eyes briefly, moaning a little. Has anything ever been sexier than watching Lars lick my juices off of his own fingers?

  Then he lifts himself up, his fingers going to his waistband. I watch, wide eyed, as he begins to unzip his pants. His cock springs free almost immediately, unencumbered by any underwear. My eyes zero in on it. It’s long, thick, and perfectly pink.

  My mouth starts to water.

  He’s going to fucking stretch me out with that perfect cock of his.

  I shouldn’t be surprised to find out that Lars is well endowed, but my jaw does drop a little anyway. He shoves his pants down and steps out of them completely. Now he’s naked before me, his thighs and hips as taut with muscle as the rest of him.

  There is even that little vee of muscle at his hip bone. I shiver when I see that. My fingers reach out to touch that vee, without my ever having consciously thought about it. He moves closer, allowing my inspection.

  And why not? He’s certainly got nothing to hide.

  My heart in my throat, I know that this is it. I’m going to lose my heart to Lars, right here and now. Once he has sex with me, spends the night making me call out his name, that will be it for me.

  I’m already in love with him. By touching me, by exciting me, by fucking me… he’s going to ruin me for everyone else on the planet. He’s going to shred my heart.

  And yet, I can’t stop. I won’t. I grip his hip, looking at him with a pleading gaze.

  “Touch me,” I whisper. “I’m on fire for you, Lars.”

  When he finds my pussy with his fingers again, stroking up and down the slit in rhythmic caresses, his gaze latches onto mine.

  In his clear blue eyes, I see an expression of pure want. As his hand works a little faster, I make tiny mms and ohhhs of pleasure.

  He leans down, his cock pressing against me intimately. My mouth opens to kiss him when he gets closer, but he surprises me by murmuring in my ear.

  “I want you so badly, little witch. You’ve cast a spell over me, I think,” he breathes, his words tickling my ear.

  I flush. My mouth is suddenly dry. I lick my lips, unable to move my body away from his clever fingers. “Yes,” I say. “I want you, Lars. I need you to fuck me.”

  “Are you on birth control?”

  I just nod again. His mouth curls into a grin. He kisses a spot on my neck, sucking it hard enough to pull a moan from my lips. “I’m going to rock your fucking world, Pi
ps.”

  He surprises me yet again by pulling away and sinking to his knees. I sit up partway, alarmed, but he pushes me onto my back with steady hands against my stomach.

  “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to do this to you,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to part my pussy lips. “Your pussy smells so good. I am going to make you come apart with just my tongue, little witch.”

  Then he touches the tip of his tongue against my exposed clit, the part of my that has been throbbing for so long. It feels like a lightning bolt, straight to the pleasure center of my brain. The breath leaves my lungs for a minute as his tongue works around it in steady circles.

  Soon I’m burying my hands in his hair and moving in time with the rhythm he sets. It’s so good that my whole body is on fire. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks. I’m on a precipice, holding onto my connection with reality by a thread.

  Then he groans into my flesh, sending a tidal wave straight to the heart of me. With a shudder and a low moan I come apart, gripping at his hair. He’s so good that I tremble and groan, calling out his name softly.

  He continues to lick and kiss my clit gently until I stop him with my fingers.

  I pull him back up to my head, kissing him hard. He tastes like ozone and something a little sweet. With a start, I realize that that’s my unique flavor that I’m tasting on his lips and tongue.

  He pulls me under him, kissing me soundly. I groan as his hard cock brushes the sensitive folds of my pussy. I’m still feeling the aftershocks when he fists his cock, bringing the head to my entrance. I’m slick from what he just did with his mouth, but when he starts to push his cock inside, even the smallest amount stretches me out. My body is resistant even though I want him.

  He’s just so fucking big.

  There is a moment of genuine pain, bringing tears to my eyes. And then he is thrusting all the way in, making me forget the pain. Our bodies merge. I cling to him, my mouth open, my eyes closing. I’m enraptured.

  I relax into the thrust of his big cock. I start to feel something building, a vague pressure from far away. It is different than the burning desire I felt before, more like a spring slowly tightening.

  “Open your eyes, Pippa,” he grits out.

  So I do. I stare up into his gaze, feeling the coil of my desire tightening, inch by inch. Raking my nails down his back and meeting his thrusts with my own, I feel I have never been closer to another person than I am to Lars right now.

  “Fuck,” he mutters. His expression says he is either in pain or ecstatic, one of the two. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”

  Watched by those dark blue eyes, I start to shatter once more, spasming as I come. He is right behind me, fucking me frantically, finding my hand and gripping it so hard that I am honestly afraid that it will break.

  He comes with a shudder, pounding into me relentlessly. I can actually feel his cum inside me, but in the next second I forget that I was even thinking about it because he kisses me, long and with tongue. For several seconds, it’s just me and him, no one else even existing in the entire world. My heart beats erratically, in time with Lars’s, and it just feels so right.

  Everything that I was worried about… how he’s a player and out of my league… it just melts away. All that is important is the here and now, his body against mine.

  Eventually of course he does roll away. He turns onto his side and takes me with him. Kissing me again, slowly and meaningfully, he sighs against my lips.

  “I need ten minutes to recharge, sweetheart,” he says, kissing his way to my ear. “Then I can make us both come again.” I shiver as he nips my ear. “But while I’m waiting…”

  His hand slips down my belly, tracing its way between my thighs, teasing. I open my mouth and a gasp comes out as he parts my lower lips and finds my clit.

  “Oh, little witch,” he murmurs. “You’re already wet for me…”

  I kiss his lips, desperately wanting this moment to go on forever.

  17

  Lars

  I fuck Pippa twice more before we fall asleep, sweaty and exhausted. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is the sound of her steady breathing and the feel of her lying on my chest.

  I open my eyes to find myself alone in my bed. Pippa’s clothes are gone from my floor. Her side of the bed has been straightened. There is no sign that Pippa was even here other than the wrinkled sheets.

  It’s early in the morning but I can hear her moving around downstairs.

  After a quick shower, I head down to see what she’s up to. Clattering down the stairs, I find Pippa in the kitchen, cooking eggs in a loose light blue dress. She turns to me, blushing a little, and points to the French press on the counter.

  “Coffee.”

  I pad over to the French press and find a mug. As I take a sip of the steaming brew, I eye her. She is using a spatula to stir the eggs and making a concerted effort not to look my way.

  “You’re being weird,” I say.

  She sets the spatula down and pushes back her copper curls. She turns, wrapping her arms around herself and resting her hip against the counter. “I feel pretty weird,” she admits. “I just spent the night in my best friend’s bed. I’m not sure where to go from there.”

  I take a deep breath, tilting my head. “Do you want things to change drastically?”

  She looks down, frowning a little. “Not really.”

  I shrug a shoulder. “Then they won’t. We’ll just be friends who occasionally fuck each other’s brains out.”

  She bites her lower lip. “Won’t that complicate our fake relationship?”

  “Why would it?” I nod at the pan of eggs. “Those are going to burn if you don’t stir them.”

  Two spots of color appear in her cheeks. She stirs the eggs then pushes some toast in the toaster. Her expression is unreadable.

  “You’re overthinking things,” I say, taking another sip. Her expression remains puzzled.

  “It doesn’t seem like we should just be able to do this,” she says, shaking her head.

  The toast pops up. She dishes the eggs out into plates and adds the toast.

  I stop her as she’s about to pick up the plates. Turning her around, I put my hands on her shoulders and look down at her.

  “We can do whatever we want,” I say, looking intently at her expression.

  There is a little fear in her blue eyes. “I don’t want anything to come between us and ruin between our friendship. You’re basically the only family I have, Lars.”

  My heat thumps in my chest. “I promise that won’t happen.”

  She looks at me, her expression almost begging. “You swear?”

  My lips tip upward. “On my life, Pippa. And I will abide by your rules — that is, not seeing anyone else while we’re… choosing to be intimate.”

  She chews on her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

  I huff a laugh. “Ja, I’m quite sure.”

  She exhales a deep breath. “Okay.”

  I pull her into the shelter of my arms, kissing the top of her head. She smells faintly of vanilla.

  “One thing that will probably make it easier is the fact that we have a planned escape hatch,” she murmurs.

  Pulling back, I raise a brow. “Oh?”

  She smiles lightly and moves away, picking up the plates. “Ja. I mean, we are supposed to break up in a couple of months anyway. So that will be a good time to think about… ending things.”

  I grab our coffee mugs and follow her to the table. “You already have that planned out, huh?”

  She sits down, shooting me a little glare. “Look, some of us don’t live like you do. We don’t base jump or race yachts just because we like the rush of adrenaline. Some of us are plotters and planners.”

  I pull a plate of eggs over to me, digging in. “You had better eat fast.”

  Her brows rise. “Why?”

  “Because,” I say, picking up my toast and taking a bite. “After this, I will be sufficiently recharged.”r />
  Her expression is questioning. “Are you talking about skiing again?”

  I pin her with a heated gaze. “No, Pippa. As soon as I’m done eating, I’m going to drag you over to the couch and fuck you senseless. So hurry the hell up.”

  Her eyes widen. She blushes furiously. “Oh!”

  I notice that she doesn’t exactly protest, though. Instead she just wolfs down her breakfast, finishing it with sips of coffee.

  18

  Pippa

  We fuck.

  We nap.

  Then we fuck some more.

  “Like what you see, little witch?” His voice is still groggy, but oh so beautiful.

  “Yes. I suppose that I shouldn’t be staring while you’re asleep though, huh?”

  He reaches a hand up to my face, brushing my hair from my eyes and tucking it gently behind my ear, fixing me in place with his piercing eyes.

  “It’s okay. I like you looking at me. Like seeing you looking at me more.”

  “Even then, it’s rude to stare at a sleeping person.” I avert my gaze and focus on my knee instead.

  “Pippa, you can stare at me all you want. As long as it’s me you’re staring at like that, I’m happy. Fucking ecstatic, actually.” He cups my chin so that our eyes meet, still not moving to hide any part of himself.

  “It’s okay to be curious. Hell, I’m fucking honored to be the one who gets to indulge your curiosity.” The way he is looking at me, practically naked, eyes hooded and dark with desire, relaxed about his exposed body… it had to be the single most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

  My breath hitches at his words, but I wasn't feeling shame anymore at being caught. It is amazing how comfortable he made me feel, how at home, how wanted.

  He is still looking at me with desire, waiting for my reply. I have no words as I start tracing the lines of his chest, then the ones on his arm and all the way to his hand. Next, I trace the muscled lines of his stomach down to his hips. His breath hitches. His cock twitches, begging for my attentions.