Royally Loved: The Royal Romances Books 1-5

by McKenna James

  “Nope. Hope that’s alright with you.”

  “Alright with me?! Traveling by helicopter?! Uh, yeah, I think I can live with that.” She laughed as she gleefully jumped out of the car before I could even open the door.

  I loved how overtly excited she got about every little thing I introduced her to. Other women I’d been with seemed to go to great lengths to not seem overly impressed. I could only imagine this was a show of status. They wanted to appear as if this lifestyle was mundane to them, like they belonged in it. Perhaps they even believed it would make me fall for them, as if they were showing they’d adjust to the royal lifestyle easily.

  Nothing could appeal to me less. Everything that attracted me to Maggie stemmed from her ambivalence to this life. The way she didn’t even recognize me when we first met, that drew me to her like nothing else.

  We stepped into the helicopter, and I got her set up with protective gear. We buckled in and the entire ride, glee never left her face. She was totally amazed. We could barely speak to each other over the sound of the helicopter whirring, but she would nudge me and point down at the ground below us often.

  It would be impossible to continue to take the luxuries of my life for granted with Maggie around. Everything I’d grown used to, she found such joy in. It forced me to find the joy in it as well.

  We landed at another helipad that was near to the yacht that we’d be traveling on. Even though we were by the ocean, Maggie didn’t at first realize what our trip was.

  “Oh, are we going on a cruise?!” she asked excitedly.

  I had to laugh.

  “I can’t go on a cruise, Maggie. I’d never get any peace or quiet. We are going out on a boat, though… A yacht, to be exact.”

  This excited her even more. “Really?! Just the two of us?”

  “Something like that.” I smiled mischievously.

  She looked at me skeptically but didn’t question it further. Likely because she was too thrilled to learn about the plan.

  Good, that meant she’d be even more surprised.

  This time, I allowed staff from the yacht to come collect our things. I wanted Maggie to have the full experience. She did seem to enjoy this a bit as I walked onto the yacht with her.

  “So, what all can we do on this yacht?” she asked.

  “Well, it has a small pool, a hot tub, a game room, a very beautiful dining hall with a premiere cooking staff…”

  She was glowing. “I can’t believe you’re taking me on a trip like this so soon!” She hugged me tightly. “Thank you. I really needed this.”

  “I know you did.” I kissed her forehead. “I hope that you know you deserve every second of this trip, Maggie. I know how hard you’ve worked, how much energy you’ve put into caring for your father. You deserve to relax. In fact, this vacation won’t even do all the work you’ve done justice. Though I hope it helps.”

  I could see tears welling up in her eyes before she leaned up to kiss me passionately. When she pulled away, she wiped her eyes.

  “You have no idea what it means to me to hear that. Thank you. I don’t think I even realized how badly I needed all my efforts validated until now.”

  “You’re very welcome,” I said as I looked around. They should have been here by now…

  “What is it?” she asked, immediately noticing my confusion. I wished she couldn’t read my emotions so easily.

  “Oh, nothing, just looks different from when I used this charter last time. Perhaps a different yacht.”

  “Maybe.”

  I pulled out my phone and texted my mother.

  >>We’re here on the deck. Where are you and the kids?

  >>So sorry, just arrived, coming down right now.

  My heart was pounding in my chest. For a moment, nerves took over me. I knew I wanted to do this and trusted it was the right decision but still, I knew it was hasty. I feared that maybe Maggie wasn’t going to feel the same way that I did. Perhaps she’d think it too early.

  Still, I had to ask, I had to know. I couldn’t wait another day.

  I saw Abigail and Drew shuffling down the runway, and I smiled at Maggie.

  “What is it?” she questioned.

  I took her hands in mine.

  “Maggie, I have something I need to ask you.”

  “Okay…” she said hesitantly.

  “Getting to know you these past few months has easily been the best time of my life. Before you, I didn’t know what love was, didn’t even have a clue. I thought all that love-at-first-sight nonsense was just for romantic comedies. The day you spilled coffee on me, I felt something special. I’ve been drawn to you ever since. I am so glad that I not only had the opportunity to meet you but to make you my girlfriend.”

  She smiled. “I’m so glad too, Edward, but… Why are you saying all this?”

  “Because there is only one thing in this world that I can imagine will be more magical than making you my girlfriend.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Making you my wife.”

  Before she could even answer, I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around so that she was facing Abigail and Drew.

  She squealed when she saw them and subsequently yelled out even louder when she saw the sign they were both holding onto that read: ‘Will you marry me, Maggie?’

  When she turned around to me, there were tears in her eyes, and her hands had flung to her mouth in shock.

  I knelt down before her, took the extravagant diamond ring out of my pocket, and presented it to her.

  “Will you be my wife?”

  “Yes!” she screamed out. “Yes, yes, of course I will!”

  I quickly got off of one knee, picked her up, and twirled her around wildly. Before she even took the ring out of the box to try on, she turned toward the kids. It was another reminder of why I loved her so dearly. Material possessions would always come second to her when family was around.

  “I can’t believe you two are here! I can’t believe you were able to help with this!” She scooped them up and hugged them tightly.

  “You’re gonna be our sister now!” Abigail said excitedly.

  “I sure am!” She turned to Drew and ruffled his hair.

  “Welcome to the family.” He grinned.

  “Yes, welcome to the family.” I heard a voice from behind me.

  It was my mother’s, and she was smiling warmly at the both of us.

  “A truly beautiful proposal Edward, congratulations.” She took me in her arms and kissed my cheek.

  Then she turned her affection to Maggie, pulling her in for a tight hug.

  “It will be truly wonderful to have another daughter.”

  I smiled at my family before me. On this yacht, I had the most important people in my life. To have them here as I celebrated easily the biggest moment of my life… It meant so much to me.

  Finally, I took Maggie’s hand and slid the ring onto her finger. She stared at it, wide-eyed.

  “It is incredibly gorgeous, Edward, thank you!”

  “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”

  I hugged her tight and then kissed her. For the first time, I was kissing the lips of my fiancée.

  It felt so good.

  21

  Maggie

  I stared down at my finger as the light from the window hit it gently. It was amazing how every time sunlight splashed upon it, it lit up like a fire. I loved the way it twinkled.

  It was weird because I’d never been one to take a particular interest in jewelry. I never thought I’d come to care about a diamond.

  Really, it wasn’t the diamond I cared about. It was the reminder that I was now an engaged woman that meant so much to me.

  I still couldn’t believe it. Just weeks ago, I was still in awe that I was Edward’s girlfriend. Now I was going to be his wife?

  I tried to imagine what that would mean. The wife of the Prince of England… Well, I’d never have to worry about money again, that was for sure. Which meant that
I’d never again fret over a hospital bill.

  Although, I was hoping not to have to worry about hospital bills for other reasons. I just got a call from my father yesterday, and he shared with me that at his last doctor appointment, they declared him cancer-free! He was now in remission!

  Of course, that didn’t mean it would stay that way. I understood just how brutal cancer could be. At any time, it could return. At least if it did, he would get the absolute best care in the country thanks to Edward.

  Aside from that, being with Edward afforded me the luxury of doing whatever I wanted in life. I could pursue my passions, whatever those were.

  Huh, weird, I truly didn’t know what my passions were. I supposed I’d been so involved with taking care of my father and working for so long that I didn’t have time to consider what I wanted for my life.

  I tried to think of what made me happy, besides Edward of course, and only one thing came to mind…

  Children. Watching Abigail and Drew grow was the most rewarding time of my life. They made me so incredibly happy.

  Perhaps that was what I wanted for my future—children. Yes, as I thought it, I knew that was it. I wanted to be a mother.

  I stared out the window of the yacht as I considered it. Edward would make a wonderful father. I’d seen firsthand how amazing he was with his siblings. I had no doubts he’d be just as amazing with our own children.

  “What are you thinking about?” I heard his voice say from behind me.

  I turned around. He had just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. I admired the way the water dripped from his chest down to his abs.

  “Children,” I answered honestly.

  Perhaps I shouldn’t have. Saying that I was thinking about kids was coming along a little strong. It was the truth. I never wanted to lie to Edward.

  Besides, could you really come on too strong to your future husband?

  “Children like … your own future children?”

  “Yep!” I smiled. “Does that scare you?”

  “Not at all,” he said as he walked toward the bed. “In fact, I’m excited by the idea.”

  “Really?” I asked. “You want kids?”

  “Yep, tons of them. You know, I hear they’re kind of hard to make.”

  I looked at him skeptically. “What on earth are you talking about?”

  “Children, they’re hard to make! So, you know, we should probably spend a little time practicing.”

  Now I understood his point. “Oh, yeah? You think so?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He climbed into bed with me. Even if I wanted to deny him, I couldn’t. He was too damn hot.

  Not that I’d denied him since we'd become engaged. I was most certainly in the honeymoon stage, and if this yacht wasn’t so luxurious, I might never leave the room.

  At least we had some time before brunch.

  He began to kiss at my neck, and instantly I was breathing quicker. You’d think eventually I'd get used to something as simple as neck kisses, but I never seemed to.

  As he kissed, he began to pull my pants down, exposing my lace panties. He managed to do this without ever pulling his mouth away from my neck.

  Slowly, he started rubbing the outside of my panties. That combined with the neck kissing already had me wet enough to get started, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already craving his cock.

  I let him continue with the foreplay because I was eager to make this last as long as possible.

  I reached down and grabbed his towel, pulling it off him in one fluid motion. My eyes were quickly drawn to his rock-hard cock that was now dangling in front of him. It brushed up against my leg, and it took all the willpower I had not to beg him to jam it in me.

  To soothe my craving for him, I instead reached down and grabbed his shaft. I heard him moan gently against my neck as he felt me touch his manhood, but he didn’t stop kissing me.

  Slowly, I started rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. As I did, his neck kisses became more intense. He wasn’t just kissing me anymore; he was biting me.

  Fuck, I loved it when he got rough.

  He let his hand slide up to my panty line, and then he hooked a finger around the waist of my panties and pulled them down so that my bare pussy was exposed. I took in a deep breath as his finger found my clit.

  He finally pulled away from my neck and looked down at me. I was wearing nothing now but my button-down pajama top which he promptly ripped off my body. It sent a few buttons flying, but I truly didn’t care. Lord knew we could afford more pajamas.

  Now my breasts were exposed along with my pussy, and he turned his attention to them instead of my neck. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and then licked around the tip of my nipple. He knew just how to tease me. I loved the feeling of his warm tongue against my breasts.

  I loved it even more when he started suckling on them. At first, he was gentle. He carefully moved from one breast to the other, giving each some attention as he very slowly slid his fingers up and down the slit of my pussy.

  The rougher he became with me, the rougher I became with him. I was gripping his cock tightly now as I ran my hand up and down his shaft as fast as I could go.

  I felt that we were each playing the same game. We’d played it before. We were trying to drive the other one to sex first… We were seeing who could be more tempting.

  We were both winning.

  It was me who finally had to break. Everything he was doing to my body was simply too irresistible. The stimulation on my nipples in addition to the rubbing of my clit… If I waited any longer, I was going to come.

  “You have to fuck me!” I pleaded.

  He smiled to himself. I could see the smug satisfaction, knowing he had broken me first. Though, frankly, after all that I felt like we were both incredibly close to coming. I didn’t see how it could be avoided. At least I didn’t mind a quickie as much as I used to. Now that we were having sex multiple times a day, it didn’t much matter if it was fast or slow. We had nobody to hide from any longer.

  He pushed himself into me, and I gasped at the overwhelming sensation.

  I knew that there was nobody else in the rooms around us, so I allowed myself to moan like I wanted to and he allowed himself to do the same. .

  Holy hell, I found his grunting so hot. I clenched my pussy even tighter around his cock, hoping it would make him groan louder, and I stared up at him as he had to close his eyes in ecstasy.

  I began to push myself onto him from underneath, rolling my hips into him. He responded by fucking me even harder, sensual mewls and moans purring louder from my lips.

  His seduction was all-consuming, every nerve he hit felt so intense. He filled me so completely, and I was overwhelmed by all the sensations.

  As his movements became more rapid, as fast as he could go, I began to lose control.

  “Holy shit, baby, holy shit!” I yelled out.

  “Come for me, babe. Fucking come for me.”

  I couldn’t have denied him if I’d wanted to. My orgasm was nearing whether I liked it or not.

  He was close too. As his balls slapped against my ass, I could feel how tight they were. I knew his body by now, and by the look on his face I surmised he was about to blow his load.

  I wanted him to. I wanted his seed inside me. I wanted him to put a baby in me.

  “Fuck!” he yelled out as his orgasm exploded within me.

  Watching him fill me with his seed pushed me over the edge, and I screamed out incoherent grunts as the pleasure rolled through my body. As usual, I was trembling from head to toe. Edward was the only man who had ever made me tremble, and yet he was able to do it every single time he claimed me.

  He didn’t pull out of me right away. Instead, he laid on top of me, his cock still inside me. He just gazed into my eyes, his lids heavy and lust-laden. It was oddly intimate, and we connected on a deeper level, sharing this moment together.

  Eventually, of course, he had to pull out. I
knew he was exhausted because I could see his arms shaking. I couldn’t blame him, he’d put in a lot of work.

  He laid down next to me, a smile on his face.

  “Pretty good, if I do say so myself.” I kissed his lips.

  “I’d have to say the same,” he agreed.

  I looked up at the ceiling. “Man, it’s going to be hard to will myself out of this bed and go to brunch now. I think I’d rather fall into a sex coma.”

  He laughed. “Well, we don’t have much of a choice. My mother is waiting for us. And, of course, the kids would be sorely disappointed if you didn’t show up as well.”

  I really had been enjoying this trip with the kids. I was so excited to have a trip with just Edward and me, but after discovering Abigail and Drew were on board as well, I realized that was far more perfect.

  As much as I was marrying Edward, I was marrying his family too. I had to admit, that appealed to me greatly.

  “For so long, I’ve wanted to be part of a big family,” I whispered to Edward. “The feeling really intensified after my mom died and it became just me and my dad. You know how much I love my father, but it’s different—not having the nurturing comfort of a mother-figure in your life. We were suddenly such a small family, and it broke my heart. It made me even more obsessed with losing him because he was all I had. So, I realize how fortunate I am to be marrying you because I feel like my family has grown.”

  “It has,” Edward assured me. “Even before the wedding, you are part of this family. The kids love you, my mother loves you. You could not be better suited to be in this family.”

  I grinned. “You really think so?”

  “I know so. To me, you’re already family.”

  I felt the same way about him. I wasn’t sure yet when or where we’d be married and, frankly, it didn’t matter to me. I’d marry him this moment if I could. To me, we were already committed for life. He was already kin. No ceremony could intensify this bond to me.

  “Speaking of family…” Edward drifted off.

  “What?” I asked.

  He put his hand on my stomach. “Think we’ve put a baby in here yet?”

  I laughed. “Uh, I think that would be pretty incredible, getting a baby on the first try.”