“No. I could’ve never dreamed up a man as perfect as you in a million years,” I told him.
“To fairytales,” Ghost murmured before he closed the distance and kissed me with a passion I was sure this balcony had never seen. It was far too indecent for royal protocol and more indicative of lust rather than love. However, when he slowed the kiss and swept me back, causing one foot to come off the ground for balance, I felt every bit the princess he called me.
Our lips parted, and I whispered, “To fairytales.”
Ghost set me on my feet and made sure I was settled before stepping back. I knew we didn’t have much time left and there was still something we had to do. “One question before we go in.” I lowered my voice, making sure no one could hear me. “Where are we going to carve our names?”
“Such a rebel.” Ghost feigned shock. “I know just the place.” He tugged my hand and walked around one of the large stone pillars. He stopped and knelt down. To anyone looking it would seem he was tying his boot, however, with his penknife in hand, he quickly carved our mark into the centuries old railing.
P+G
“When did you become such a sap?” I laughed. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Ghost stared at me for a long moment before looking over the railing, then back to me.
“The day this stunning spitfire barged into my life and showed me all the things I’d been missing. Her love and candor opened a world I never knew I could have. A place where fairytales exist, and a beautiful princess named Rayne—with a Y and an E—reigns supreme for all eternity.”
I practically knocked him over when I lunged, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest. His strong heartbeat strummed under my cheek, reminding me all was right in my world. I was back where I belonged.
With Ghost.
Epilogue
Rayne
The last few days had been a whirlwind as we tried to pack in as much as possible before we left. The only hitch had been that any time we left the room, Ghost held my hand so tightly, his knuckles turned white. The first day I’d allowed it. We’d both needed the connection and reassurance the other was near. However, the second day, on the way to breakfast in the hotel lobby, he was even more on edge. His head was on a swivel, scanning the area like we were in a war zone.
I hated it.
I hated that Ghost was so stressed he wasn’t enjoying what was left of our honeymoon. When I wrenched my hand out of his grasp, he looked as though I’d cut his heart from his chest. He didn’t say anything, but I knew I had to put a stop to his worrying.
“I have my cell phone right here.” I held it up to show him. “And I have a hundred pounds tucked in my bra,” I whispered. “Everything’s fine.”
“But—”
“No buts, Ghost. I’m safe. You’re right here. And even if you weren’t, I’d still be fine. You can’t drive yourself crazy like this.”
“If something happens to you—”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
He still hadn’t looked convinced, but he was no longer holding my hand like I was his hostage.
Progress.
After one last dinner at Mickey’s, we called it an early night and headed back to the hotel to pack and get ready for our flight in the morning. Ghost had been teasing me all day with soft kisses and inconspicuous touches. To the passersby, it wouldn’t have looked to be more than an innocent display of affection, but that was only because they couldn’t hear his whispered promises of sexual debauchery.
By the time we’d made it back to Park Plaza, I was ready to jump him in the fancy lobby. So, when the concierge stopped us to tell Ghost we’d had a package delivered to the hotel, I wanted to scream in protest.
“This will only take a second.” He chuckled, knowing I was eager to get upstairs.
It was the last night of my honeymoon; I planned to enjoy every second of what was left and that included my husband and a bed.
With the box in hand, we made our way to the room. The door had barely shut behind us when Ghost set the unopened box on the dresser, stripped us of our clothes, and tossed me on the bed. His face went between my legs and he ate me like a man possessed. It took me less than five minutes to come in his mouth. The smug look on his face faded when I pushed him to his back, crawled on his lap, and sank onto his cock.
“That’s it, Princess, harder,” Ghost groaned and dug his fingers into my hips. “Grind down.”
I used his chest to anchor myself and glided up and down, trying my hardest to get him to come first. Under normal circumstances it was useless; he had more willpower than any one person should have and always made sure I got off first. But today, I was on a mission. I wanted him to lose his iron control. It was starting to slip, but he was still holding strong. I had to up my efforts.
“Do you like what you see?”
I sat up and cupped both my breasts, pushing them together.
“Rayne,” he warned.
“I think you do. Do you like watching me play with them, Ghost?”
His eyes widened when I pinched my nipples, and his hands flexed. Sliding down his long shaft I kept him deep, not moving, just tightening my inner muscles.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned and threw his head back on the pillow. Perfect, I almost had him.
I started to rock back and forth, staying upright, not taking my hands from my breasts.
“Lean down, I want your tits in my face.”
“No way.”
I knew what he wanted. If I leaned forward and rocked, my clit would rub against his pelvis, and I would lose the game. I was too close.
Ghost moved his hands from my waist up to my breasts and knocked my hands away, replacing them with his. His coarse, work-worn palms abraded my sensitive nipples, and my body jolted, pleasure and pain mingled as he pinched and pulled.
“Ghost,” I said on a moan.
“That’s it, sweetheart, lean forward so I can taste your nipples,” he cajoled. I did as he asked, forgetting I wanted to make him come undone before me this time.
He flattened his tongue, licking one, then the other before latching on and sucking. With his hands now free and my breasts in his face like he wanted, he started rocking my hips. I braced my hands on either side of his head and gave up on winning. My orgasm was building too fast.
“Almost.”
“That’s it, Rayne, come on my cock, take me with you, Princess,” he said, releasing one nipple before moving to the other side. His lips had barely touched my skin when the dam I’d been holding back broke, and my body locked. Ghost took over, thrusting up, prolonging my orgasm. When he finally pulled me down one last time and held me still, his cock twitched and pulsed inside of me, and he shouted his release.
“Rayne.”
I relaxed in his arms and lowered myself until I was lying flat against his chest.
“I win,” he said after he caught his breath. “But it was a nice try.”
“What?” I tried to play coy.
“Princess, you always try, and while I love to watch you turn into my sexy temptress, I will always take care of you first.”
“But I want—”
“No buts. You’re always first.”
I sighed and kissed his chest, appreciating the muscles under my lips.
“I love you, Ghost.”
“I love you, too, Princess.”
Ghost
“We never opened the box last night.” Rayne reminded me. “Who’s it from?”
We still had a few hours before we had to leave, and though we’d had sex on every available surface in the room, I wanted more. When Rayne stood and walked to the dresser, only my shirt covering her curves, my cock twitched in appreciation.
“I think it’s from Harry and Meghan. It’s addressed to Princess and Ghost.”
“Open it,” I urged, wanting her to hurry back to bed.
She opened the folded cardstock and read, “‘Rayne, it was a pleasure to meet the lovely wo
man who captured Ghost’s heart. May you have a long and happy marriage. Ghost, don’t be a stranger, mate. We expect to see you again after you welcome your child. God help us all, a new generation of mini-Ghosts running around. On a side note, the twit from the Tower has been tossed on her arse. I’m deeply sorry for the trouble she caused.’”
She looked up from the note, her brows pulled together.
“He had her fired? It wasn’t her fault.”
“Yeah, Princess, it was. And not only that, she allowed a stranger to leave the store with a lost child. That shit was dangerous. Anything could’ve happened.” I tried to tamp down the anger welling up.
“I guess you’re right. There’s more.” She looked back at the note and continued to read. “I’ll send a car to pick you up. Wouldn’t want you getting lost on the way to the airport or to have to beat up another cabbie. All the best, Spike Wells.’”
“Ass.” I chuckled.
“That was nice of him.” She set the note down and opened the box. “Holy shit. These are the gifts I left at the Tower shop. Even Annie’s sword is in here.”
Fucking Spike, leave it to him to think of the souvenirs. I’d been so wrapped up in Rayne, gifts had been the last thing on my mind.
“Are you ever going to tell me what really happened in Afghanistan?” she asked.
“You know what happened. Spike and Oliver told you.” Part of the story at least. I was happy they’d left out most of what had happened. I didn’t need Rayne worrying more than she already did when the team left on a mission.
“Somehow, I think they left out the good stuff.”
“There was nothing good about Afghanistan,” I told her.
“You know what I mean. The parts where my super-sexy, secret-Delta husband swoops in and saves the day.”
“Sexy, huh?”
“Super-sexy.” She winked.
“You should come back to bed and point out all the sexy parts you like.”
“It would take too long.”
“There’s that many?” I asked, enjoying Rayne’s playfulness.
“So many. From the top of your handsome head all the way down to your perfect toes.”
“Any parts in particular that are your favorite?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I think you need to come over here and show me just those parts.” She stepped toward the bed, her eyes eating up my bare chest as she came. “Lose the shirt, Rayne.”
She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, giving me an unobstructed view of her delicious body.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her hands hit the foot of the bed, and she crept up. I looked over her back to the mirror behind her, her ass and pussy on full display. Once she’d crawled over my thighs, she stopped to pull the sheet down. My cock bobbed, ready for whatever she had in mind.
“This part right here is one of my favorites.” She leaned forward, her nipples grazing my leg as she licked the pre-come weeping from the head.
I yanked another pillow from beside me and used it to prop myself further up. My eyes darted from the mirror to her mouth, trying to decide which view I liked better.
“Fuck, I love your mouth,” I groaned when she put the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked.
She slowly worked my shaft in and out, taking only millimeters each time. Then she lowered her head until the tip was pressed to the back of her throat, and I thought I was going to come. I thought about it, giving into my desire like she wanted, but it felt too good; I wanted more. And more than that, I wanted her to come with me.
“Move your ass over here,” I instructed.
With one last look in the mirror, I caught sight of her pussy and had to close my eyes before I lost control. She moved over until I could reach everything I wanted.
“You’re gonna come with me, Princess.” Her thighs quivered when I ran my hand from the back of her knee to the crease of her ass and stopped. “Spread your legs wider.” She did as I said, and my fingers found her wet and ready. “Don’t stop sucking me off. If your mouth stops, so do my fingers.”
She hummed her approval, sending goose bumps racing over my arms. Goddamn, that felt good.
I pushed three fingers in her pussy and started slowly moving them in and out until she pushed back on my hand, wanting more. I pulled my fingers free, then plunged my ring and middle finger back in, leaving my index finger to play with her clit. She jolted at the contact, and her teeth scraped the base of my cock, adding a touch of pain. Her tongue followed, soothing the ache.
“I’m not going to come until you do. It’s up to you how long we stay like this.”
Her hand went to my balls, and her pace quickened, just as I knew it would. Rayne rose to the challenge and was all in, trying to make me come first.
“Grab them harder, Princess, roll them in your hand,” I directed and thrusted my hips. “Fuck. Just like that. Are you ready to come?”
She shook her head the best she could with my cock in her throat and swallowed around the head. I was seeing stars when I intensified my efforts, adding more pressure to her clit and moving my fingers in a come here motion. I had nothing to worry about; she’d be coming in a matter of seconds.
“I can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers, Rayne. You’re there, you can’t stop it. Come on, Princess, come for me.”
The fluttering deep inside her had turned to a steady pulsing until she couldn’t hold back and shook and moaned her orgasm just in the nick of time. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure Rayne was pulling from my body.
So damn good.
Rayne
The ride to Heathrow in the limo Harry and Meghan had sent for us was a much nicer way to get to the airport. Ghost had timed everything perfectly, so we’d arrived with just enough time to check in, go through security, and find our gate number on the large display in the common waiting area. There was only thirty minutes before we had to board the flight.
It was so much better than having to wait in a packed airport for hours. He found our seats in first class and got everything situated before sitting next to me and settling in.
“Ready to go home?” he asked.
“Yes, I miss everyone. But I’m sad to leave London.”
“We’ll be back,” he reminded me.
“Yeah, we have a twenty-five year anniversary scavenger hunt to go on.”
“I’m sure we’ll be back before that.”
I looked around the quickly filling plane and wondered if Lou Anne was on the flight but didn’t see her.
“Everything okay?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Just want to make sure you’re relaxed.”
“Relaxed? How could I not be? You relaxed me all night last night and again this morning. If I were any more relaxed, you’d have to wheel me around on a gurney.”
It didn’t take long for the doors of the aircraft to close and the captain to announce we were ready for takeoff.
Ghost reached over and intertwined our fingers, giving my hand a squeeze.
“You don’t have to worry you know,” I told him.
“About what?”
“About me. I know I’m always safe with you. And even if something happens, I know you’ll always come to my rescue.”
“Goddamn right, I will.”
I smiled at the vehemence in his voice, secure in the knowledge Ghost would always be there. Not only for me, but for the baby growing inside me. Our son, or daughter, would always feel his love and protection.
“I love you, Ghost.”
“Love you, Princess.”
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