“Theo…” Cara whispers, rolling her hips against me. I can feel the clenching of her walls and the wetness dripping out of her. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and right now, she’s all mine.
It doesn’t matter that we might regret this. It doesn’t matter that we’re supposed to be pretending. It doesn’t matter that this could be a big mistake.
It’s happening, and it’s the best thing I could have asked for. Ever since she stepped onto the sailboat with me, my mind has been plagued with thoughts of Cara. Of what I want to do to her. What I wish she’d do to me.
Now, it’s happening.
Cara rides my hand, reaching down to touch her clit as I slip another finger inside her. I watch her play with herself, my cock throbbing at the thought of what she’s doing.
“Come for me, Cara,” I growl, mesmerized by the movement of her hand as it dances over her own clit. My voice is a low growl as it scrapes out of my throat. “Come all over my hand and then come again on my cock.”
A smile tugs at Cara’s lips as a gasp slips through them. She likes when I say dirty things to her, and that turns me on even more. She moves her hand away from her bud for just a moment. Her eyes beg me for more, even though she’s the one teasing herself. I wish I had two hands. I wish I could give her everything.
Cara leans over and kisses me fiercely. Her hand moves to her clit again, and I can tell by the trembling in her body that she’s close.
I’m so hard I think I might explode. She’s grinding on top of me, bringing herself to orgasm. Her wetness is dripping down my hand as she pleasures herself, the nails of her other hand digging into my chest. If I thought I’d experienced pleasure before, I was wrong.
Nothing comes close to this, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
Then, Cara stops. With dark eyes and even darker intentions, she lifts herself off me and moves to unbutton my pants.
My voice catches as a lump forms in my throat. All I can do is watch.
When she releases me from my clothing, my cock springs up toward her. Cara grins, catching it in her soft hand. Then, she strokes me, and I know I’m not going to last long.
A growl rumbles through my chest as I watch this gorgeous, intoxicating woman stroke my cock. It’s leaking already. She rubs her thumb over my tip, spreading my precum over my crown. I moan, leaning my head back as heat blooms inside me. The pressure in the pit of my stomach mounts.
She feels too good. My hand is still covered in her honey, and she’s getting messy with my cock. I fucking love that she isn’t afraid. Not afraid to touch me. To touch herself. To let me know exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t care that it’s messy. She wants it that way.
As always, Cara is her own person. She doesn’t treat me like her future King. She doesn’t hesitate and dither about what she thinks I want. She just shows me exactly what she needs.
Then, Cara does something I don’t expect.
Kneeling above me, she tugs her panties to the side and positions herself over me.
“Cara—” I manage to say, choking on my own words. The tip of my cock brushes against her slit, and another wave of lust crashes into me.
We shouldn’t be doing this. In no universe should I be having sex with Cara Shoal right now.
But my cock is hard and throbbing, and she’s sopping wet, perched on top of it. Her hand still strokes my shaft as she rubs my crown up and down her slit. Cara’s eyes are demanding, her full bottom lip sucked between her teeth.
I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much teasing. Too much waiting. Too much wanting. Too much holding back.
“Cara,” I growl.
“Yes, Your Highness?” Her eyes flash as a wicked smile tugs at her lips.
“Sit on my fucking cock.” The command is ripped from my throat before I can stop myself. I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
I want Cara. She wants me.
We’re not fighting it any longer.
12
Cara
The Prince’s order sends a jolt of desire piercing through my body. My nipples pebble at the command, and I’m almost embarrassed at how much I love the sound of his dirty words.
Then, I do as he wishes.
I sink down on top of my future King, sheathing him inside me. As soon as I feel him enter me, I let out a gasp. Rocking my hips to feel him deeper, I have to throw my head back. Then, I still. My body takes a moment to accommodate to his girth, and a soft smile stretches over my lips.
This is what I’ve been wanting since that night on the sailboat. Prince Theo’s cock buried deep inside me. His hands on my body. The total ecstasy that accompanies every touch.
It feels more right than I could have imagined. We were made for each other. This is exactly where he’s supposed to be.
Inside me.
As I start gently rocking my hips, the Prince lets out a low moan. The sound makes heat bloom in the pit of my stomach. I clench my thighs, grinding harder into him. He lets out another moan, sending a wave of heat flooding through my veins. It starts in the pit of my stomach and spreads outward, ripping through my body like a wildfire.
The Prince groans. Every sound he makes sends another wave of lust crashing into me. The look in his eyes tells me he wants more. He’s been waiting for this, too.
He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Leaning my hands on his chest, I close my eyes for just a moment. Feeling him inside me is so deliciously wrong I can’t stop myself from almost giving in to the urge to let go. I want to come. I want to feel the release of an orgasm that feels like it’s been building for years.
I want to give it to him.
Theo reaches up to slip the strap of my dress off my shoulder. His hand drifts over to my breast, teasing it with his thumb. He’s barely touching me, but the slightest drift of his fingers sends electricity jumping through my veins.
As my hips rock back and forth, I slip off the other strap of my dress. Theo sighs, cupping my breast.
I do the same to my other breast, loving the way his eyes darken when I do it. I can tell he likes watching me touch myself. I tweak my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. His lips drop open and his cock throbs.
“Pleasure yourself,” he commands, flicking his eyes between my legs.
Am I supposed to love it when he orders me around like that? Is it wrong that the sound of his voice makes me want to melt? Burn? Obey?
I’ve always been independent. I’ve always wanted to explore the world and see what else was out there. I’ve collected treasures from everywhere and anywhere. Scraps of this and that, precious to only me.
I’ve always thought of myself as someone who wanted to explore.
Right now, though? The only thing I want to explore is Theo’s body. The only world that holds any interest to me is the universe inside his eyes. The only treasures I want to collect are his moans. His kisses. His touch.
Reaching down between my legs, I start teasing my clit. Theo lets out a low exhale as the pool lounge chair creaks beneath us again. I brace myself against it, riding Theo as I pleasure myself.
The Prince’s bad arm is pinned against his chest while his other hand drifts over my body, teasing everywhere he touches. When he lets his fingers slide down my side and over my thigh, a trail of goosebumps follows. I know I’m near the edge.
Alone with him, at the edge of the world, Theo gives me everything.
He drives himself deeper inside me as I ride him, and my pleasure crests. My orgasm isn’t timid. It doesn’t hesitate. It slams into me with all the force of my waiting and wanting. It makes me keel over, sinking my fingers into the Prince’s uninjured arm to keep from falling off.
Heat rips through my body. It blazes through my veins like molten metal, electrifying every inch of my trembling body. A gasp slips through my lips as the Prince grunts, his fingers gripping my thigh so hard it feels like the only thing keeping me upright.
It’s an orgasm like never before. It’s a
release from everything I’ve been holding inside me, and a promise that I’ll always look for more.
More lust.
More mind-melting, body-burning pleasure.
More Theo.
I’m so busy riding my own wave of lust that I barely notice the Prince stiffening underneath me. His whole body tenses. Vaguely, at the back of my mind, I realize he’s coming, too. I feel his shaft growing harder and his fingers grip me tighter. His grunts become more labored.
“I’m going to come,” he groans, his hand digging into me.
Does he want me to get off? Does he think that’s even possible for me to do right now? No part of my body is cooperating with my brain. I couldn’t move if I tried.
So, I don’t try.
I rock my hips again, riding the last wave of my pleasure as my body burns up.
The Prince empties himself inside me, and I can’t help but smile. Another, smaller wave of pleasure washes over me, bathing me in a soft glow of bliss as I try to catch my breath.
I like the feeling of his orgasm. I like knowing that it happened with me. Because of me. Inside me.
As my vision clears, I see the Prince’s chest heaving. He releases my thigh and rubs his injured shoulder, groaning.
“You hurt?” I ask between breaths.
He shakes his head. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“It was worth it.” A smile tugs at his lips. Soft warmth spreads through my chest, and I finally climb off the Prince’s lap.
Stumbling, I catch myself against another pool chair as a laugh slips through my lips. My legs feel like jelly and my brain hasn’t quite managed to function normally again, either. Pink, fluffy clouds of brain fog obscure my every thought, and all I can do is collapse against the other chair as I struggle to catch my breath.
The Prince chuckles, glancing over at me. “You’ll end up like me. Just two injured idiots touring around the Kingdom, pretending we know what we’re doing.”
“Who are you calling an idiot?” I grin at him, leaning my head against the back of the chair.
Vaguely, at the back of my mind, I realize that I just had unprotected sex with the Crown Prince of Argyle. Pink, fluffy brain fog chases the thought away.
It’ll be fine. I just had my period recently, didn’t I?
It’s just one time.
But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I know that I don’t want it to be only one time at all. The Prince and I stare at each other from our respective chairs as the waves crash on the shores below. As the clouds in my head clear, I hear seagulls squawking and the pool filter gurgling next to me. Wind rustles through the trees, and a soft, warm breeze wraps the Prince’s scent all around me.
No, I don’t want this to be the only time we make love. A flush blooms over my cheeks as all my familiar fears and insecurities swell up inside me. I blink rapidly, looking away from Theo’s face.
This shouldn’t happen more than once, but I still hope it will. I can’t marry him, even though my family wants me to. We can’t be together. There are too many things standing between us. Too many obstacles to our happiness. Too much baggage to drag around.
Theo senses the shift in me and lifts himself off the chair.
“Come on,” he commands in his familiar voice as the future King of Argyle. “Let’s shower.”
He nods to an outdoor shower on the opposite side of the pool, and I push my fears away. For now, I’m here. I’m with Theo. I can ignore the future looming in the distance, when we tell our family that we won’t go through with the marriage.
For now, we’re pretending, and that’s enough for me.
13
Theo
Watching Cara slip her thin sundress off makes my breath catch. In the solitude of our royal villa on the Island of Arlian, our relationship feels almost real. We’re tucked away on the edge of the Atlantic, with no one but seagulls to keep us company.
When we’re together, I’m whole. I’ve spent so long thinking I could become King on my own that I haven’t stopped to wonder if I might be missing something.
Love. Laughter. The companionship of a good woman.
Ever since my mother left, my father has shrunk away from his responsibilities. Our relationships with the neighboring countries deteriorated, and trade agreements have expired and turned sour.
As Cara turns on the faucet and tests the temperature of the water, I start to wonder if maybe this relationship is exactly what I need.
Argyle isn’t a behemoth of a Kingdom that needs its old, dying King. It’s a bright, vibrant nation that needs new life. New trade. New industry.
A new King.
Maybe a new Queen, too.
Have I been so focused on fulfilling my duties and being responsible that I’ve neglected the importance of being happy?
Cara glances at me, nodding to the shower. “It’s warm now. Is your sling okay to go in the water?”
I nod. “It’s fine.”
My eyes drift down Cara’s body. She’s curvy, lithe, and completely breathtaking. She’s athletic and feminine all at once, probably thanks to being born a swimmer. With my uninjured arm, I push her long, brown mane of hair to one side and drop a kiss on the back of her neck.
She sighs, leaning her head back against me. I lay a trail of kisses down her shoulder, reaching around her body to feel her skin beneath my hand. Cupping her breast, I kiss her neck again, then her ear, her jaw, and when she turns her head, her lips.
Every movement feels natural. Underneath the stream of water in the shower, I kiss this woman like she’s going to be my wife.
I know it’s all fake, but right now it feels real. Our worries fade into the distance, and I just hold her close and kiss her with the strength of my passion.
We wash each other, staring down at the strip of beach that belongs to the royal family—to me.
It could belong to Cara, too, if she wanted it. As her hands drift over my chest, she spreads suds and soap over my body. She washes my injured shoulder with the gentlest touch, flicking her eyes to mine a few times to make sure she’s not hurting me.
She cares.
Cares about hurting me. Cares about hurting my brother by being here.
All the while, she pushes her own dreams aside.
Should I really be asking her to do that? Here I am, having my body washed by the most beautiful girl in Argyle, dreaming of making her my wife.
But she told me herself she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to be my wife. She doesn’t want to stay in Argyle. She wants to explore, to sing, to travel.
The only way I can give her that is if I let her go.
The royal life is regimented and planned. I’ll travel, sure, but it won’t be the way she wants to travel. She won’t be sticking her arms out of a convertible and sailing the high seas.
If this relationship were to become real, I’d be condemning Cara to a life of pomp and circumstance, devoid of the spontaneity she craves. It would be the life I’ve been living since I was a child—duty, responsibility, and the weight of the crown.
“What’s going on in that big, princely head of yours?” Cara chucks my chin as she arches an eyebrow. “You look like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders.”
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” I answer, dropping my lips to hers.
The shower soaks us both as we kiss, and the sun dips below the horizon. Pulling away from me, Cara stares at the sunset as a sigh slips through her lips. She leans her head against my good shoulder, and we stand there in silence.
Comfortable silence. Companionable silence.
A silence that I could get used to, if Cara wanted it.
Then, she pulls away and turns off the shower. “I’ll get wrinkly at this rate,” she grins. “Come on. I’m hungry.”
When we make our way inside, wrapped in white, fluffy towels, the air conditioning is blasting through the villa. Cara shivers, finding the remote to turn it off.
I love that Cara is comfortable around me. She treats me like any normal person. She isn’t scared to turn off the air conditioner without asking me. She doesn’t defer to my preference for everything.
She’s her own, whole person, not some shell of a human created to do my bidding.
Right now, she has her head stuck in the refrigerator. I stare at her ass as she pulls out some of the pre-made food the royal chef prepared before our arrival.
“I could definitely get used to this,” Cara says, flipping open a container to reveal delicious spiced chicken and rice. “This is better than my cooking for sure.”
I grin, grabbing the fork she hands me and dig in. I ignore the tremor in my heart at the thought of Cara getting used to this life.
That would mean she wanted this life. That she chose it.
That she chose me.
The next day has a full schedule of royal activities. Cara accompanies me as a guest, staying out of the spotlight. As we visit the local elementary school and then the hospital, I find myself glancing at her and wishing she were beside me for all these photo opportunities instead of staying in the background.
We haven’t gone public with the engagement, for obvious reasons—it’s not real. An engagement to Cara Shoal would cause a splash, and a breakup would cause an even bigger one. We can’t let anyone know about our supposed engagement.
She’s only here to buy me some time with Dante.
But I still steal a glance or two her way. When we visit the children’s ward in the hospital, I watch as Cara reads a story to two of the kids, who laugh and lean against her. Cara’s cheeks flush as she reads the book aloud, making different voices for the characters and slowly gathering more and more kids around her. They flock to her, and my heart thumps.
She’s good, she’s kind—and everyone can see it. What if a couple of those kids were ours? I push the thought aside.
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