Royce: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Skye Darrel

  “You look eager,” I mumble, putting my bag in the trunk. “I didn’t sleep much last night.”

  Everett brushes up behind me, one hand on my butt and the other on my shoulder. “I am eager,” he growls.

  “Watch it. This is a nice neighborhood.”

  “I’m a bad man, April. The reputation of a neighborhood doesn’t concern me.”

  I whirl out of his grasp and back myself against the car as Everett edges closer. “Behave,” I tell him, putting up a finger.

  He grabs my hand and sucks my finger like a lollipop.

  Okay this is just too much.

  “Everett I’m serious!” Even though I’m not because I’m pretty sure he’s found a new pleasure zone in my finger.

  “Your parents left town?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Time we left too.”

  “We driving to this resort?”

  He opens the passenger door for me. “It’s a long drive. Not to worry, Princess. Catch up on sleep, I’ll take care of everything. You won’t be sleeping much when we get there.”

  “And why’s that?”

  He slides his thumb over my lip and smiles. “You’ll see.”

  We get in the car, and I sit back as Everett drives down the little street where I've lived my whole life.

  I point at the pavement. “My dad taught me how to ride a bike there. We practiced every day after school, but I always worried about falling. Afraid, I guess. One day he removed the training wheels. He did that thing where he runs behind you holding the seat, and after a while he took his hands off. I didn’t realize at first. It felt like flying. I must’ve spent the whole day riding down this street. Wasn’t afraid anymore.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Seven, maybe eight. Fun times.” I stretch in my seat. “That day, I thought I would live forever.”

  Everett smiles. “You talk as if you won’t.”

  “Who does?”

  He turns onto the main road and heads toward the highway. “My father never taught me to ride a bike. Learned on my own.”

  I glance at him. The smile is gone. In the months I’ve known him, he’s rarely talked about his family, besides Sebastian.

  “Get some sleep,” he says, squeezing my hand.

  “Yeah.”

  Somewhere on I-95, I rest my head back and let sleep take me.

  ◆◆◆

  WHEN I OPEN MY EYES, we’re in the mountains driving up a winding road. It’s chilly. The forests around us are still green but already dappled with autumn gold and red. I check the car’s clock to see it’s past noon. I’ve been sleeping for more than two hours.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  Everett smiles. “You looked very beautiful sleeping.”

  I roll my eyes. “Are we there yet?”

  “Almost.”

  We turn onto a narrower road that slopes toward the summit, and the trees along the road get sparser as my ears pop. There’s a big wooden lodge ahead. We haven’t passed a single car. “I hope you’re not taking me to a sex dungeon or something.”

  “What do you know about sex dungeons?”

  “Uh, nothing. But I know how pervy you can get.”

  “You seem to enjoy pervy.”

  “Not as much as you.”

  “If you want me to tie you down, say so. I have a few ideas.”

  My face heats. “No thanks.”

  “Do you know what edging is, Princess? I could tie you to a bed and work on your pussy for hours, and when you finally cum—”

  I smack his thigh. “Everett!”

  “You brought up sex dungeons.”

  “Let’s just get there please.”

  He stops the car in a parking lot outside the lodge. A big sign nearby reads Valley Mist Resort.

  “This place comes highly recommended,” Everett explains. “The lodge has four suites, a lounge, and the best amenities. Normally, the waiting list for a stay is a year long.”

  “It looks deserted,” I say. Other than our car, there’s only one SUV parked near the entrance.

  “That’s because I bought up every suite.”

  “Whyyy?” Other than he can.

  “I didn’t want anyone to interrupt our stay. I also had the staff sent home for two weeks. Only the manager is left and she’ll be handing us the keys. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”

  I shake my head in disbelief. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Yes,” Everett says, turning the engine off and staring at me like I’m naked. “I had to.”

  My face warms and I scoff.

  He leads me up a stone-paved path, through the front doors, and we find ourselves in a luxurious lounge area. The lodge may look rustic on the outside, but inside it’s modern and spacious. Calling this place a lodge is like calling the White House a house.

  A grumpy-looking woman marches over to us from the front desk. She introduces herself as the manager and hands Everett a set of keys.

  “Everything is in order,” she says, eyeing us suspiciously. “The kitchen has been stocked to your specifications.”

  “Thank you, Ms. McDowell,” Everett says.

  The manager mutters under her breath before she leaves.

  “What’s that about?” I ask.

  “Ms. McDowell owns the resort. She’s unhappy I bought up every suite and asked her to leave for two weeks. No doubt she suspects I intend to use her premises for something illicit.” Everett smiles. “But I made her an offer too good to pass up.”

  “Um, how much are we—are you paying for this special stay?”

  “Eight million plus change. The building’s market value, I believe.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t worry, April. It was nothing. Anything money can buy is nothing.”

  “Says the billionaire.”

  “As my brother likes to say, what’s the point of having cake if you don’t eat it? Come on. I’ll show you around.”

  We walk out onto a rear balcony that overlooks the valley below. Clumps of woods and green fields stretch out thousands of feet below us, the rolling landscape dotted with farms. Distant mountains sketch faintly against the horizon. The dizzying view takes my breath away. “We’re so high up.”

  Everett rubs my shoulders from behind. “See? No sex dungeon.”

  “I’m officially impressed.”

  He brushes my hair aside, his hand gliding down the back of my neck to hold my waist. A familiar hard shape bumps against my bottom.

  No sex dungeon, but he didn’t come here to hold hands. “You’re awfully excited.”

  “I love you, April.”

  There he goes. The L-word again. “And this is how you show it, huh?” I turn around slowly between his arms. “Do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

  There’s a hot light in Everett’s eyes.

  He lifts me clean off my feet and I yelp in surprise. He carries me into a bedroom with a massive four-post bed covered with snow-white sheets. I can feel the tension in his muscles. He sets me down and kicks the door shut even though we’re the only ones here.

  He throws off his jacket, yanks out his belt, and as I watch, strips down to the skin. Muscle on muscle, strong and sculpted. He towers over me, gorgeous as a dream. His massive cock juts out with no shame, and his handsome face bends in a snarl.

  “I’ve waited too long, April. Can’t wait any longer.”

  Staring at him, I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’ve been waiting too,” I say in a tiny voice.

  My insides are molten, my panties sticking to me. I know what he wants, and I’ve never wanted anything more. Never been more nervous either.

  “I’m yours,” he says, dropping one knee on the bed. “You’re mine.” The corners of his jaw tighten and flex.

  “Did you bring condoms?” I blurt out.

  “No,” he growls. “None of that.”

  I swallow. I should tell him no. The last thing I need is to get pregnant, but the word won’t form
in my mouth.

  I give in.

  Just this once. For my first time.

  When he starts pulling my shorts off, what rational thoughts I have left dissolve. My eyes fall to his veined cock, so thick and heavy, swaying from side to side as he bends over me. He yanks off my top. My bra is pulled away.

  Everett pauses with his hands on the waistband of my panties, his eyes fierce. “There’s one rule you must follow during our stay.”

  “W-What?”

  “No clothes when we’re indoors.”

  Heat blazes over my face. I try to think of something sexy to say, but I’m not exactly an expert at dirty talk. I mean, it must be dirty talk. He can’t really mean no clothes for two weeks—

  He rips my panties down the middle and throws them away.

  “Hey!”

  “I mean it, little girl. You’ve been hiding yourself far too long. Teasing me. Now I want everything.”

  My pussy clenches.

  What the hell? I have not been teasing him. “You didn't have to rip up my underwear,” I say with all the indignation I can summon.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, Everett glares at me. I think he’s already moved past the panty situation. So have I for that matter.

  His body. Oh my God.

  It's only the third time I’ve seen him without clothes on, and I swear he looks yummier every time. Broad, packed shoulders tapering to those narrow hips popping with muscle. Sturdy abs that shift under the skin, flexing and caving with every breath. That little trail of hair from his belly button to the base of his hard, gorgeous cock.

  The head of his erection, aimed at me, is an angry shade of red, and the rest of it . . .

  I’m not measuring, but he must be eight or nine inches. And when I had my hand around him at his apartment, I couldn’t close my fingers around the middle.

  This is going to hurt.

  But the ticklish heat between my thighs grows unbearable.

  “No more games, April.”

  He climbs onto the bed as his searching eyes sweep over me, every part of him taut with masculine strength. He rolls me on my stomach and before I know it, teeth nip my bottom.

  I gasp and kick my feet up, clutching the bedsheets.

  Is he freaking biting me?

  “You have a plump little ass, Princess. It’s been testing my patience.”

  Rough hands grab my cheeks, smooshing them together before pulling them apart. He drags his tongue over each globe before he slaps them sharply. I gasp. Every sensation blends into the next, adding to the tingles buzzing through my body.

  He moves up my back, keeping one hand on my ass. I feel the stubble of his jaw between my shoulder blades, his mouth kissing and nibbling, until hot breaths land on my neck.

  I can barely think. I make nonsensical noises.

  “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. Another slap thwacks my bottom. “Remember, Princess. No clothes inside the lodge. If you break that rule—” thwack “—I’ll have to spank you.”

  No pain. Just the most delicious, stinging warmth that spreads over my cheeks. If this is his idea of playing rough, sign me up for more. If he’s even playing. The perv.

  I squirm on my stomach. “Okay, fine, I won’t wear clothes!”

  “That’s my good girl. Such a good little princess.”

  Just when I think this foreplay is over, and we can get down to normal sex—I feel his fingers on the lips of my pussy, dipping lower to my clit and up again. The lightest touches. Somehow more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. A spasm rocks through my body as my ass pulls tight.

  “Good girl,” Everett growls, his cock pushed up on my rear.

  Every time he calls me a good girl feels like a micro-orgasm.

  Then two fingertips split my pussy. I push onto his hand, desperate to be filled, but Everett jerks his hand back to match my movements. I can’t take it anymore. This edge I can’t go over, riding it higher and higher. He toys with my pleasure.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I shout.

  He smacks my rear again. “I need you nice and wet, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you. Such a pretty virgin hole needs plenty of attention before fucking. You’re not ready.”

  My face is an inferno. I’ve had enough. “Listen asshole, I didn’t come up a freaking mountain with you to be a toy. I’m ready. This is ridiculous, this is—”

  He flips me around making me yelp. He pins me down by my wrists, and his cock looks even bigger than before, so hard and swollen it must hurt.

  I gulp.

  “Get on your knees,” he orders. “Legs apart, hands behind your back.”

  I scramble to my knees and face him with my thighs apart. Everett sits back on his heels. He puts his hand under me, and my cream drizzles his palm. I’m sopping wet. As I watch, he licks his hand clean.

  “Perhaps you are ready for my cock,” he says.

  I bite my lip. This man has zero shame.

  He lays me on my back, pushing my legs apart with his hips, the head of his cock massaging my drenched folds. Everett’s face softens as he kisses my chin.

  I look into his eyes and see worry under the lust. This isn’t all foreplay. He really is worried he’ll hurt me. Ever since the day we met, he’s been protective, and I’ve been dancing circles around him, uncertain how to react.

  But I’m done with that.

  “Please, Everett.”

  He kisses my throat as his fingers skim across my clit one more time. My body pulses with need.

  He pushes into my pussy and a sharp pinch makes me gasp, the discomfort lasting a breathless second.

  “I felt it,” he grits out. “Tight.”

  And I feel him stretching me open as he slides deeper into my clenched channel, the sudden pleasure so intense I cry out and bite his shoulder. My legs cling to his waist as tears stream down my cheeks. My hips shudder and twist.

  Then the scruffy base of his cock touches my clit.

  I convulse. I cry out again and push his chest, squeezing the thickness rubbing over my walls. We’re joined together, his whole length inside. I’m so close to the edge, so very close.

  Almost. Just a little more. “I’m coming . . . I’m . . .”

  “Not yet, angel. Hold on a while longer.”

  I curl my toes. My walls ripple up and down his cock, the tension in my belly about to snap. “I can’t!”

  He eases the pressure on my clit and it’s a mercy. “Wait. A little longer.”

  He’s too big.

  Too much.

  Too gentle.

  Too rough.

  Relentless. He’s everything I’ve wanted all at once, and I'm hanging on a wire, my eyes squeezed shut, waiting . . .

  “Cum for me.”

  I scream and let go.

  He angles his hips and forces his cock even deeper, sliding over a spot under my front wall. My body shatters completely, and I scream my throat hoarse as my nails dig into the muscle sheathing his shoulders.

  “Everett!”

  He pistons his cock, rutting through my climax as the mattress creaks under us. I’m lost in the moment, bucking up to meet his weight while our bodies slap together. My vision sheets white. His cock jumps inside me, spewing out liquid heat that blasts the roof of my pussy. I open my eyes to see his face clinched with agony, then pleasure and relief.

  “I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I’ll last longer next time.”

  Longer? I wouldn’t survive longer. I’d tell him how amazing he feels if I could still speak. All I can do is moan as Everett pulls out with a wet squish.

  We’re both drenched.

  The air smells of sex and our mingled release.

  He rolls me on my side, holding me from behind, and our bodies mold together as I catch my breath. Only minutes seem to pass before I feel his hands groping my breasts, his mouth on my neck.

  His erection slides between my thighs, higher and higher. He’s hard again. Again.

  “You hurting, baby?”
/>   No pain. Only the most aching need. “I’m fine.”

  “Good girl.”

  Oh.

  The head of his cock pulls apart my folds, still so sensitive from orgasm. He enters me from behind, dragging against my front wall. Different sensations than before. New pleasures.

  I moan for him.

  Everett pumps my body with deep thrusts, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. He nibbles my earlobe as one hand plays with my breast, and the other strums my clit. I clench around him and the pressure in my belly explodes like a thousand stars.

  My orgasm doesn't fall, his cock squelching in and out of my pussy. I feel weightless. Floating in heat. I crane my neck around to find his mouth, and Everett’s kiss sucks the air from my lungs.

  “Mine,” he growls in my ear, again and again.

  We find our climax together. And when he slips out of me at last, I curl up in his warm embrace. I’m stunned, my legs still quaking.

  “Did you like it?” He kisses my damp hair. “My greedy little girl, you couldn’t get enough.”

  “You were greedy yourself,” I manage to say. “Big dirty boy.”

  Everett chuckles. “Always greedy for you, Princess.”

  I open my eyes, and it’s dark out. A lamp in the room throws warm light across the walls. Everett leans over me, and to my embarrassment, the first thing I do is glance at that thick, beastly thing hanging between his thighs. I swear he's turning me into a nympho.

  Then my stomach grumbles.

  “Hungry?” he says.

  “Yeah.”

  “So am I.”

  He hops out of bed, the lamp carving delicious shadows in his torso. Then he scoops me up in his arms.

  “Hey!”

  “Bath first. Then dinner.”

  “You don’t have to carry me everywhere.”

  He kisses me. “I want to.”

  Nothing I can say to that. He carries me to a pristine bathroom that looks fit for a queen. There’s a huge hot tub under the windows that’s already bubbling. Scented candles on the windowsill fill the room with lavender. He must’ve been up for a while, preparing this insanely romantic setup.

  “You thought of everything,” I say dreamily.

  Everett lowers me into the tub, climbing in after me. We settle in at each end, and our legs rub together under the bubbles. “I like to plan ahead,” he says.