Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  He grabbed her waist and tugged her up, twisting her around until she sat straddling his lap. He wished he’d taken his sweatpants back off. Even through the cotton material, he could feel the warmth of her pussy pressing into his cock.

  She braced herself with both hands on his shoulders.

  “Perfect. Then they won’t dig for very long.”

  She tipped her head to one side. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

  “No, but I bet I can make you feel better with my hands, my mouth, and my cock.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t. This is serious. We need to talk.”

  “Agreed.” He slid his hands to her hips and tried to focus on her face instead of her heavy breasts swaying between them.

  She bit her lower lip and then released it. “You’re wrong about one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You had my attention weeks ago. I didn’t notice you for the first time last night. What do you think I’m always doing staring into my phone with Katelin on Saturday nights?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “Looking at pictures of you. Scouring the latest shots from the paparazzi. I even have a few cutouts of you from a magazine pinned to my fridge. I’ve been like a stalker, pretending you noticed me and swept me off my feet and carried me into the sunset to make sweet love to me for the rest of my life.” Her face turned a dark shade of red. “Did I say all that out loud?”

  He chuckled. “You did. And it’s not a dream. It’s real.”

  “So you think someone took pics of us last night already? When?”

  “Probably while we were walking back here.”

  “We must have looked awfully cozy. I’m pretty sure you had an arm around me. Heck, I was probably staring up at you, star-struck.”

  “If my father already saw them, I bet they’re good.”

  “Guess I’ll have to replace the one on my fridge with one of the two of us.”

  “That’s fine, but put it on my fridge. You can’t go back there, Shayla,” he reiterated.

  She groaned. “I haven’t exactly agreed to anything yet.”

  He had a devious thought. “Mmm. I wonder if it’s possible you keep balking just to get me to work harder to convince you? Are you using me for sex, Ms. Peters?”

  She gasped. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not.”

  Cain took a deep breath. “Let’s look at this from a different angle.”

  She eyed him suspiciously. Wary.

  “You like me, right?” How could she deny that?

  “Of course.”

  “In a normal world, if I asked you to go on a date with me after this supposed one-night stand, what would you say?”

  “Yes.”

  “Without hesitation?”

  “Yes.”

  “I would take you to dinner. A movie. Dancing. Something like that.”

  “Riiight.” She drew out the one word, leaning toward him, obviously trying to figure out where he was going with this scenario.

  Good. He had her attention. “Do you understand what would happen the moment we stepped out the door and headed for the car?”

  “Someone would snap our picture in the middle of the street.” She winced.

  “Right. And do you realize how much I’m worth?”

  She narrowed her gaze further. “This again? I don’t give a fuck what you’re worth.”

  He rolled his eyes. “I know, baby. You’ve made that clear. I’m asking you to think about what it means. There are a lot of fucked-up assholes in the world who would do anything to get their hands on a chunk of my wealth.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “What would be a sure-fire way to get some of it?”

  She shrugged. “How should I know? Go to college? Get their degree? Work for it?”

  “Or?”

  She stared at him blankly for a moment, and then bit her lower lip as her face flushed. Her shoulders fell. Ding ding ding. He thought she was finally catching on.

  “Extort it from you by holding me for ransom.”

  “Exactly.” He grabbed her shoulders. “It was shitty of me to put you in this position. Inexcusable. And I apologize. But you can’t really walk out the front door and leave now. I’m betting Katelin tried to leave earlier and was immediately accosted.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you this would happen beforehand. However, seeing as you like me anyway and wouldn’t hesitate to go out with me again, how about instead we skip the dating-dance and you stay here while we work out the details of our relationship?”

  She continued to stare at him, her face unreadable for several seconds. “You do realize I knew exactly who I was going home with when you brought me here last night, right? I was super clear on your wealth and status. I also knew my photo could have been shot at any moment as we walked down the street. So, I’m just as at fault for making the choice to go home with you as you are for bringing me.”

  “Point taken, but you obviously didn’t think things through very well if you honestly still believe you can walk out the front door of this building and skip down the street to go on with your life.”

  She didn’t say a word of rebuttal. Instead she chewed on her lip.

  He continued. “I’m not saying you can never leave the penthouse. I don’t ever want you to feel claustrophobic. I’m just asking you to do me a favor and take a bodyguard with you if you aren’t with me. I’m asking you to not wander off alone without telling anyone. I’m asking you keep me from losing my mind worrying about you all the time.”

  His voice dipped lower, softer. He took her hand gently in his own. “I’m asking you to quit your job and take a risk on love. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

  She tipped her head to one side, a slow smile taking over her features. “I fall deeper in love with you until I’m willing to endure a seven-course meal, and the paparazzi feature me in the tabloids with spaghetti sauce on my shirt and a noodle hanging from my lips?”

  He smiled huge and dragged her against his chest, kissing her soundly. “That will never happen.”

  “You seriously don’t expect to ever go back to Sistonia? Not even to introduce me to your family? Are they that bad?” Her eyes clouded with hurt, her brows drawing together. “Surely they will get over your choice of a commoner one day and let you live your life.”

  He chuckled, knowing full well he was confusing her. “Oh, you’re right about all that. They’ll get over themselves. They aren’t vindictive. Two of my other brothers married women my parents didn’t choose. I was referring to the spaghetti. My mother would never serve a meal that messy to her guests. She wouldn’t take the risk of looking like a fool on camera herself.”

  Shayla laughed. She couldn’t stop. She laughed until tears ran down her face.

  When she was finished and finally wiped the tears with her fingertips, he hoped he’d gotten through to her.

  Tightening his hold on her hips, he flipped her onto her back, forcing her legs wide to accommodate his body between them. “Do you need more convincing?” He cupped one breast as he spoke, not taking his eyes off hers. “If I have to make love to you all day and all night, I will. Whatever it takes.”

  She squirmed, a fresh flush covering her cheeks, a telltale sign she was aroused and embarrassed. When she licked her lips, he lowered his gaze to her mouth. His cock was already hard just thinking about kissing her senseless again.

  “You can’t just fuck me every time you want something, Cain.”

  “Really? Are you sure?” He could certainly try.

  She wiggled beneath him, lifting her warm pussy into his cock. Damn the stupid sweatpants.

  Hating the hindrance, he reached down with one hand to push the material over his hips and then shoved them down his legs, freeing his cock.

  Her hands landed on his biceps. “Cain.” She let his name slip out as more of a moan.

  “Mmm. What do you want, baby
?” He tipped his head to kiss her neck, pleased when she leaned her chin the other way to give him better access.

  “Maybe I was wrong,” she muttered.

  “About what?” He was confused.

  “Maybe you can fuck me every time you want something. In fact, if I were a smart woman, I would disagree with nearly everything you asked just to get you to make love to me again.”

  He kissed her lips gently. “You don’t have to trick me into sleeping with you. All you have to do is ask. Anytime, baby. Anytime.” He dipped his lips closer, taking her deeper until she writhed beneath him, her warm, wet core rubbing against his groin.

  She moaned again, her body softening under him.

  He broke the kiss to mutter against her lips, “Will you stay? Please?”

  She licked his lower lip before whispering, “Yes. I’ll stay.”

  Those were the sweetest words he’d ever heard. His cock twitched between her legs. He stared at her forever, memorizing this moment in time. The moment she agreed to give them a chance. His heart pounded as he slowly closed his eyes and kissed her again.

  “Cain…” she whispered as he made his way from her mouth to her neck.

  “Yes?” he breathed against her soft skin.

  “Don’t forget the condom this time. I’m serious about not wanting to get pregnant.”

  He jerked his mouth from her neck. Damn. How had he done it again? “Sorry. Shit.” He leaned across her body, pulled open the drawer on his nightstand, and lifted a row of condoms.

  Holding them up in front of Shayla, he said, “I might need to go to the pharmacy soon.”

  She lifted both brows. “Only if you plan to fuck me into the next decade. That’s like twelve condoms, Cain. I think it will last a while.”

  He smirked. Not even close.

  Epilogue

  Five years later…

  “Shayla,” Cain called from the bathroom. “Do we have more condoms somewhere?”

  Shayla sighed as she made her way from her ridiculously large walk-in closest to the attached bath. She was naked. She didn’t care. She still loved the way Cain looked at her every time she entered a room. And his gaze was hotter when she did so naked.

  Her body was every bit as fit as it was the day she’d met him. No. That wasn’t true. It was even better. The man had his own gym, and as soon as she realized he had a personal trainer, she’d joined him. She’d had nothing better to do than work out in the early days of their relationship, so she’d taken full advantage of it and never stopped.

  She set a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to turn fully around to meet her gaze. “This again?”

  “What?” He licked his lips, his eyes widening with feigned innocence. “I’m just asking. The box is empty.” He shook it for emphasis.

  “And you’re just now telling me this? You wait until we’re about to go to bed to tell me there are no condoms? How convenient,” she shot back with as much snarkiness as she could muster. She sauntered toward him, one hand still on her hip, knowing how hard it made him when her breasts bounced free.

  When there were only a few inches separating them, she placed one finger on his chest and let it trail down toward his cock. He too was naked. When she reached the base of his length, instead of touching him as he would expect, she lifted her finger back up to set it on the tongue of the serpent who stared at her from his chest.

  Ironically, the snake’s eyes were at the same level as her own, and she often found herself in a stare down with the reptile. Instead of feeling intimidated by it, she fed off of its strength, recognizing it represented temptation.

  And Cain Alexander was indeed the epitome of temptation.

  She closed the distance between them and set her tongue on top of the snake’s before flicking it over his nipple.

  Cain flinched, his breath hitching.

  “Did you forget last Friday night?” she asked him while she casually circled his nipple with her tongue, teasing the bud into a stiff peak.

  “No.”

  “Then why are we out of condoms?” she asked, fighting the urge to giggle. “Let me remind you. It was loud. And sticky. And there were tears. And no one slept a single moment.”

  Cain leaned back against the counter, grabbing the edge with his fingers. He spread his legs, giving Shayla the space to step between them.

  She lifted her gaze to his, pressing her body fully against him until his cock was trapped between their torsos. She flattened her palms on his pecs and kissed his lips before meeting his gaze. “Five kids, Cain. I know they’re hard to count, but your brother and Katelin have five kids.”

  “Yeah.” He smirked.

  “I don’t care if they have eleven. We still aren’t playing that game.” She shuddered. She loved her friend. She loved Cain’s brother. She loved Cain’s parents and the rest of his siblings and their families. She loved Katelin’s kids. But all they did was reinforce what she knew to be true. She wasn’t cut out to handle children.

  He released his grip on the vanity and circled her waist. His lips found her forehead. “I love you.”

  She grew serious and leaned her forehead against his chest, whispering toward his cock, “You said you didn’t mind. We’ve discussed this a dozen times. Do you feel like you’re missing out on something?”

  “Nope.” His hands climbed up her waist until they cupped her breasts, weighed them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until she arched into his touch. “Cale’s kids are cute little things, but they’re also fantastic birth control. While I fuck my wife ten ways ’til Sunday tonight, he’s probably juggling one on each hip with two crawling around his ankles.”

  She slowly lifted her face to meet his gaze. She found a smirk. “Then why are we out of condoms, exactly?”

  “We aren’t. There are two more boxes in the drawer. I just wanted to get a rise out of you before I did this.” He grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and planted her ass on the counter.

  She giggled at the sudden change of mood and the shock, trying to wrap her mind around his words. All of them. Before she could fully grasp his meaning, he was on his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs, pushing them open, his lips wrapped around her clit.

  She moaned, leaning her head back against the mirror. She was so totally going to get him back for this.

  Cain continued to suck her, his tongue thrusting into her pussy and then dragging across her clit over and over. He didn’t let up.

  She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, digging her fingertips into his skin. Before she could gather enough brain cells to slow down her body’s reaction to her husband’s mouth, she was on the edge and tipping over. She screamed as she came hard, her legs stretching out in front of her, her toes curling under.

  He continued to lick her until the last tremor stopped, and then he lifted his face, smiling. “Besides, there are so many ways we can make love without using condoms. I thought you needed a reminder.”

  She lifted a brow, still trying to catch her breath. “You thought I forgot since last night? Or wait…this morning?”

  He snickered. “Maybe.” And then his hands were on her head, his fingers threading into her hair to hold her steady. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself. Except for that snake always staring at me.” She pressed a finger into his pec over the serpent’s head.

  “You know you love it. He’s tempting. He offers you forbidden fruit.”

  “His owner offers me forbidden fruit.” She pushed off the mirror, righting herself so she could grasp his forearms. “And I’ll eat any fruit you offer me. Name the time and place.”

  For long moments, he stared at her. And then he licked his lips. “You aren’t sorry?”

  “About what?” She furrowed her brow.

  “About marrying me and giving up your freedom to be my wife. About five years of bodyguards and flashbulbs and my crazy family and sometimes being left alone when I have to work late.”


  “Never. Are you sorry I don’t want to have kids?” In her mind, she’d asked him to give up more than her. At least when he wasn’t home, she could always go next door to visit the insanity that was Cale and Katelin’s life. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she could come back home and read a novel in peace and quiet with no interruptions.

  “Never.” He held her head tighter. “You know, it’s extremely unlikely you’d ever get pregnant on the pill.” He tipped his head and rolled his eyes before she could comment. “I know. I know. Extra precautions.” He grinned. “I’m good with it. I totally understand. I’m from a huge family. I spent my entire childhood trying to get away from the insanity. I don’t need to turn the rest of my life into a similar shit-storm. It’s you and me, baby. To the end.”

  God, she loved him. “You and me. For the long haul,” Shayla said before pulling his head toward hers. The moment his lips touched hers, warmth spread through her body. They had a connection. It was intense. It was as real as it was the day they’d met.

  If his moan and the way his hands ran over her body were any indication, he felt it too.

  Yeah, they were perfect together. For the long haul.

  ~The End~

  Acknowledgements

  I have to thank Susan Stoker for this one. In fact, I owe her a great debt of gratitude a mile long for her kindness and all she has done to support me in the past year!

  About Becca Jameson

  Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through. After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

  When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

  Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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