Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  “I will never feel as if I’m missing out because I can’t imagine my life without you and all our kids in it. Yeah, it’s crazy, but I feel like the luckiest man alive. I told you that first night that you were mine to take care of. Mine to protect. And I meant it. I’d do anything for you and our family. Anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yeah, princess. Anything.”

  “Good. You know how horny I get in the second trimester.”

  Cale’s eyes lit up. Boy, did he. His wife was almost insatiable for about three months when she was pregnant. She couldn’t get enough of his cock, his mouth, or his fingers. She voraciously took his dick down her throat and could have multiple orgasms easily. “Yeah…” He drew the word out.

  “The kids are either at school or with the nannies right now.”

  “You want my cock, princess?”

  “I need it,” she replied.

  Cale immediately walked to the bedroom door and locked it. Then he stripped off his clothes as he came back toward his wife. She watched with eager eyes as he pushed his pants and boxers off.

  He crooked his finger at her. “Come ’ere. Let me service my wife.”

  She smiled and stepped toward him. Without a word, he drew her shirt up and over her head, then unfastened her pants and pushed them down and off. Then he picked Katelin up as if he were as young as he was when they’d first met and dropped her on their bed.

  “Spread ’em, princess. Give me my pussy.”

  Smiling as his eager wife put her feet on the mattress and spread her knees, Cale dove in.

  He had the perfect life. As he made love to his wife, Cale sent a prayer upward that Katelin was carrying twins. Eleven kids sounded so much better than ten.

  He smiled as Katelin came apart within seconds of his mouth fastening on her clit. Yup. The next three months would be bliss.

  No, the next four decades would be bliss…because he had the woman meant to be his by his side. He hadn’t been kidding ten years ago, he’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. As a few people had found out early in his marriage, no one fucked with his wife and got away with it.

  Katelin Alexander was his. In every sense of the word. But he was also hers. Just as it should be.

  ~The End~

  About Susan Stoker

  New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all-American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

  She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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  A Princess for Cain by Becca Jameson

  Chapter One

  Cain Alexander took a deep breath and set his beer down on the table with a thunk. He met his twin brother’s gaze with narrowed eyes and cocked his head to one side. “This is ridiculous, you know.”

  “What?” Cale asked, taking another drink from his own bottle. “Hanging out at a bar drinking beer on a Saturday night? How is that weird?”

  Cain rolled his eyes, sat back in his seat, and crossed his arms over his chest. He smirked. “First of all, it wouldn’t be nearly as strange if the bar we repeatedly return to every week wasn’t a seedy place called The Bar. Secondly, I truly hate domestic beer, and yet we subject ourselves to this swill every week.”

  Cale started to speak, but Cain continued, cutting him off. “And don’t give me any more nonsense about working up the balls to approach the two ladies across the room. I say tonight’s the night. We either man up and talk to them, or we cut our losses and move on with our lives. We aren’t getting any younger.”

  Cain wasn’t kidding. They were thirty-five, and although they’d spent more than a decade in Seattle climbing the rungs of the American Dream while simultaneously working their way through dozens of gorgeous women, they were both done with the dating scene.

  They had experienced tremendous business success and now owned a Fortune 500 company, netting over a hundred million dollars a year. Women threw themselves at them. All women. It had been fun at first, years ago, but it had grown old. What Cain wanted, and he knew his brother did too, was to meet a woman who wasn’t after him for his money or his status.

  The unavoidable truth was they were princes in line to the throne of Sistonia. The comical side was they were not only the fourth and fifth sons of the king and queen, but their older siblings had enough sons to start a baseball team. The twins had no chance of ever ruling, and that was fine with both of them. They simply wanted to live their lives like normal guys.

  Normal guys who were rich and had paparazzi tailing them most days.

  How the hell they were ever going to meet any women who genuinely cared about them was anyone’s guess.

  “You done whining?” Cale asked. “Because I happen to agree.”

  Finally. “So this is the last night we’re coming to this hole in the wall? We can move on to someplace that serves a good German beer? Or any other beer. I’m not picky as long as it’s not American.”

  Cale glanced to the left, his gaze obviously tracking the two women they ogled every week without ever approaching. “Sure we can stop coming here, but only because we’re going to make a move tonight.”

  “Okkaaay. I’m good with that too.” Cain started to stand, but Cale stopped him with the jerk of his head.

  “Not now. Later. After they leave. We’ll catch up with them outside. Maybe play it cool. Ask them if they know where to get something to eat this late at night or something.”

  Cain rolled his eyes again. “Seriously.” He leaned forward, setting his elbows on the table. “You do realize they probably don’t have the first clue who we are, nor do they appear to give a shit.”

  For the first few weeks, Cain had wondered what the aim of the two ladies was. They came every Saturday, but they spent the entire time with their heads down to their phones, giggling and chatting. They paid almost no attention to anyone around them.

  Although Cain had adjusted his cock countless times while eyeing the blonde with the incredible blue eyes and dimples that made him groan, he wasn’t convinced she’d be interested in hooking up with anyone at all, let alone him.

  Hooking up was totally the wrong word in this case. What Cain wanted to do with the woman was take her home and keep her. Forever.

  There was something about her. A purity. Something that crawled under his skin and stayed there.

  Cale chuckled. “You don’t still think they’re lesbians, do you?”

  “Of course not. At least they aren’t a couple. They don’t put off that vibe at all. But that doesn’t mean they want to leave this bar, only to be approached by two strangers in the street.”

  Cale smirked. “See, I think you’re wrong. I think they glance over here every time we aren’t looking. I think they’re talking about us, discussing the same thing we are.”

  “That they wish The Bar served a better beer selection?” Cain laughed.

  “Hardly. I think they have the hots for us.”

  “In your dreams,” Cain responded.

  “Well, it looks like we’re about to find out. It’s show time.”

  Cain jerked his gaze t
oward the two women to find them scooting out of their booth. If he wasn’t mistaken, the blonde glanced his way and blushed before she tucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down, giggling.

  He blinked, wondering if he’d imagined the gesture. His cock grew two sizes larger at the thought of taking that lip between his teeth. Damn she was cute.

  “You coming?” Cale stood and dropped a tip on the table while Cain was lost in thoughts of teeth and kisses. Did she have dimples anywhere else on her sweet body? Maybe this plan wasn’t so bad after all.

  Only one way to find out.

  Chapter Two

  As Cain followed his brother out of The Bar, they automatically turned toward the left to follow the women. They’d been trailing them at a distance for months, trying to come up with the courage to face them while at the same time acting as unofficial bodyguards to the two sexy females who seemed to think it was perfectly fine to stroll down the dark streets to their apartment building.

  Cain had stood across the street now several times watching as the cute blonde entered her building. It took about three minutes each time before a light came on in her third floor apartment. And then he’d exhale in relief when she was safe again.

  “We should get closer,” Cale said, grabbing his brother’s arm.

  “We should probably go the other direction and let them lead their lives,” Cain responded. Not that he wanted to. Nor did he intend to. But he had enough sense to realize they should leave these ladies alone.

  Cale gave him a shove. “Nope. This is it. Do or die. We’re going to talk to them. I swear the cute one with the purple streak in her hair smiled at me tonight. Several times. I feel lucky.”

  Cain rolled his eyes, though he also thought the blonde looked at him. And he was hoping for far more than lucky. Sure, he would give anything to take the woman home and make love to her all night long, but he had a long-term goal that included far more. He just hoped she would agree. He knew if he could just get her alone and look her in the eye, he would know. She would too.

  Cain glanced at Cale. “I beg to differ. The cute one is the blonde, but hey, that works out perfect. It would suck if we were attracted to the same woman.”

  “Indeed.” Cale suddenly stopped walking, glancing all around.

  Cain lifted his gaze to the spot where the women had been, wondering why Cale had stopped. They weren’t there. “Where’d they go?”

  “They weren’t that far ahead of us,” Cale said. “They should be here.” He picked up his pace.

  Cain matched his gait, his heart racing.

  “If they—”

  Cale was cut off by a shrill female scream.

  Cain started running next to his brother. Fuck. He looked both ways every few seconds. Where had the scream come from? Finally, he saw a group of men in an alley and grabbed his brother’s arm to tug him that direction.

  Four men were surrounding the women, two on each one. They had them plastered to the brick wall. Fury crawled up Cain’s spine. In silent agreement, he headed straight for the blonde while Cale headed for the brunette.

  A bald man held the blonde to the brick wall, her arms yanked so high over her head she had to stand on her tiptoes. He had jammed his knee between her legs. The second man with a ridiculous spikey buzz cut was whispering something in Cain’s woman’s ear. And yes, she was his woman.

  They were big men, but Cain had stealth, strength, and adrenaline on his side. He reached for the bald guy who was smashing her against the bricks first, grabbing him by the shoulders and jerking him backward.

  The man staggered, releasing the blonde. Cain slammed his fist into the bald man’s side, causing him to buckle just as Buzzcut realized what was happening and spun toward Cain.

  The man with the buzz cut charged toward him, but Cain lifted his fist to land his next punch to the guy’s temple.

  The bald guy grabbed Cain from behind while his friend staggered into the wall. Cain jabbed his elbow backward hard enough to catch the fucker in the sternum. Cain spun around quickly and slammed his palm into the man’s nose. Blood spurted out in every direction while the guy screamed in pain.

  Cain jumped out of the way of the asshole’s blood and turned again to swing his leg into Buzzcut’s side. That only managed to anger the man, who barreled forward with his fists raised.

  The blonde screamed, flattening herself against the wall, but Cain could only take her in peripherally while Buzzcut plowed his direction. He must have been dazed because when Cain jumped out of the way at the last second, the man kept going, tripping over his own stupidity and landing on his knees.

  Cain took the opportunity to kick the guy in the head so hard that he collapsed to his side unconscious. His friend lay moaning next to him, cussing about his broken nose.

  Cain wasted no more time on the two assholes who thought it would be a good idea to overpower his woman in an alley. He jerked his attention back to the blonde and raced to her side.

  Her eyes were wide, her body glued to the wall. She licked her lips as he approached. “Jesus, how did you do that?”

  He smiled. “You okay?”

  “I am now.”

  He set his hand on her cheek, absorbing her body heat for the first time. When his eyes met her deep blue ones, he stopped breathing. Time stood still. For long seconds, he stopped hearing the moaning fuckers on the ground and simply memorized the moment.

  There were bruises forming on her neck, and when he lifted his other hand to stroke the spot where thick fingers had obviously tried to choke her before he arrived, she winced. She grabbed his hand at her neck and wrapped her small fingers around his. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” He shifted in front of her to glance down and make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt anywhere. That’s when he noticed her knees were bleeding. “Shit.” He squatted down to get a better look, grabbing her shin to steady her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You’re bleeding.”

  She set a hand on his shoulder and peered at her knees. “I didn’t even feel it. The bald guy knocked me to the ground as I ran to get away from them.”

  Cain grabbed one of her knees gently on both sides to lift it. The lighting was dim in the alley, but he didn’t think it was too bad. Just a scrape.

  “It’s fine,” she confirmed. She was shaking when he righted himself and hauled her against his chest. She tucked her head against his pecs and grabbed both sides of his shirt with her fists. “If you hadn’t shown up…” A half sob escaped her lips.

  He threaded one hand in her hair at the back of her head and inhaled the floral scent of her shampoo. “Shh. I did. You’re okay now.”

  When she leaned back to look up at him, blinking wet eyes, she swallowed hard. “This is surreal.”

  He gave her his award-winning half grin—the one that made women swoon normally—and kissed her forehead. “You have no idea,” he muttered. “Let’s go.” When he turned around, holding her against his side, he found Cale with a similar grip on the brunette, growling instructions into his phone about picking up the four assholes in the alley and pressing charges.

  That taken care of, the four of them stepped out of the alley, leaving the injured assailants moaning behind them. Cain couldn’t get away fast enough.

  “I just live a few blocks from here,” the blonde stated.

  “Yeah, well, I live about four blocks from here, and that’s where we’re going.” Shit. Had he spoken with a bit too much demand in his voice? After all, the woman had just been attacked. The last thing she needed was to be on the receiving end of another high-handed jerk.

  When she flinched, Cain stopped walking to haul her in front of him and cup her face with both hands. “You’re safe. Promise. I just realized I don’t even know your name.”

  “Shayla Peters. My friends call me Shay.”

  “Shayla.” He tried the name out on his tongue, thinking it was a beautiful name and preferring it over the nickname. “I’m—”


  She rolled her eyes as she interrupted him. “Cain Alexander.”

  He widened his eyes. Not only did she know who they were, but she also knew which one he was? Crazy impossible. His pulse picked up. If she knew his name and which twin he was, then she must have done some research on him, which meant she had to be at least marginally interested.

  The crazy thing was, he’d never met a woman who knew who he was and how much he was worth and still sat across from him in a bar week after week without throwing herself at him.

  Oh yeah. Shayla Peters was perfect.

  Chapter Three

  Shayla couldn’t believe this was happening. Cain Alexander. The Cain Alexander. A man she’d lusted after for weeks now had one arm wrapped around her as if she were the most precious commodity on the planet, and he was leading her to his home?

  She shook her head, thinking she must have hit it too hard against the brick wall and was either unconscious or hallucinating. But he was still there.

  And Katelin was equally protected against Cale’s body in a similar stance, walking along in front of them in a rapid clip down the sidewalk.

  She knew which building the twins lived in. Everyone did. Half the time there were guards outside, and she assumed they were some sort of protective secret service guys—whatever they called the secret service in Sistonia.

  In fact, she’d often wondered why he and Cale didn’t usually come to The Bar with bodyguards. Rarely did she notice anyone standing out front inconspicuously. Either the brothers thought they were totally incognito, or they had the most impressively hidden protection known to mankind inside The Bar itself.

  Crazier was why these two rich, sexy, thirty-five-year-old men who were considered among the most eligible bachelors on the planet ever came to The Bar in the first place.

  The seedy joint wasn’t exactly where she would picture the two men hanging out. But perhaps that’s exactly why they did. Most nights no one paid attention to them. They would come dressed in jeans and blend in.