Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Right there, right there… Yes, Yes!” I let the last word out as a scream as I feel my pussy start to explode, from so far inside me, trembling like my insides are caught in an electric current. The waves reach right to my outer lips that grip around Adam so hard he gasps and grabs my shoulders.

  I’m senseless, I’m barely paying attention to any of my lovers. I feel like I’ve just been taken apart and remade.

  Adam slips down beside me, cuddling me. Charlie gets in behind. Sam crawls up to my head, stroking my hair. I look up at him, smiling as I snuggle into Adam.

  “I’m sorry, guys, I got a bit carried away.”

  My body throbs from the laughter of my two boys, pressing me between them.

  “Don’t ever apologize.” Adam whispers, stroking my hair.

  “No, not ever.” Charlie cuddles against my back.

  “You are so beautiful to watch; do you know that?’ Sam strokes the hair off my face gently. “It turns me on so much, knowing you are having such a good time.”

  “There’s just something about you Lacey,” Adam holds me tight against his chest. “You have this sexual energy that seems to infect me. I can’t control myself around you.”

  “Same here.” Charlie grips me around the waist, one arm over Adam’s.

  I slip out from their arms, turning to lie on my back. Both Adam and Sam reach over my body, one moving a hand up, one moving a hand down. They caress me gently, their fingertips far more thrilling than the bank notes crushed to my ass.

  I can feel myself getting wet again. I’m aching. Just from their loving caresses. I look up at Sam with a mischievous grin and a wink.

  “So… Who’s ready to go again?”

  Chapter 27

  Charlie

  I can’t stop thinking about Lacey.

  I’m finishing a late night at the office. My coffee has gone cold, and I can’t be fucked to refill it. I check my phone again—still no message from Lacey.

  This has gone above and beyond anything I have ever felt before. When I’m with her, when I’m touching her, everything makes sense.

  I push away the papers with a tired sigh. I’m not paying attention. I’m going to butcher the shit out of some of my best designs if I don’t get my head back in the game.

  I don’t even know why I’m here, trying to work. I should be with Lacey.

  Maybe she’s with one of the others.

  I feel a little stir, deep inside. Not quite jealousy.

  There’s a sense of competition. I don’t want her to favor the others over me. I don’t think I could take it if she said she liked them—or anyone—better than me. I don’t want to share. I want her to love me. I want to be the one she chooses, every single time.

  I want to be the one who makes her happy.

  I admit some frustration. Lacey has never said she loves me. Sure, she looks at me with loving eyes, tells me I’m handsome. But my heart aches for some evidence of her feelings.

  I find myself thinking about the others again. Wondering if she’s with them.

  I shake my head at myself, drinking the cold coffee. I give up on the designs for good, stacking them up, then check my phone again.

  Maybe she’s posted on Facebook where she is, who she’s with. I start scrolling, not really seeing the screen as my thoughts run away with me.

  They all think they’re so smart. Adam and Sam. They think they have it all worked out. What they don’t know is that I have my own plan.

  I mean, honestly, with Adam being in finance and Sam being in marketing, you would think they could come up with a better plan.

  Theirs isn’t much better than Denham’s, really. I figured them out real quick. They didn’t hide it very well, either.

  It’s clumsy. That’s all there is to it. It shows how little they really care about Lacey.

  I mean, hell, maybe they do in their own way, but they’re going to fuck this up. No two ways about it.

  But that’s fine. That’s what I’m counting on. Let them fuck up.

  If they don’t fuck up all by themselves, they’re going to realize it once they see there was no money.

  I’ve got my own plan. The money shouldn’t be walking out of the country on Lacey’s body. It should be routed through several channels before ending up in a secure account at the Cayman Islands.

  I’ve got it down pat. Before the others can figure out their own angles, I’m going to move it through some laundering channels.

  Legally, this is flawless. And it’s a perfect tax dodge. Plus, no one is in any danger.

  Imagine what could happen to Lacey if she gets busted with that cash strapped to her. She’d go to jail forever. I would never put her at risk like that.

  Now, I’m thinking about fucking in all that cash. Her glorious body patterned with green notes. Honey blonde hair tossing over her shoulders. Her face as she comes, her gorgeous lips mouthing my name.

  It’s hard to stop thinking about her.

  The slow, lingering smile.

  The soft heat of her touch.

  The taste of her.

  Insatiable. A hungry goddess.

  I’m going to slip the money right out from under their noses. Denham, Adam, Sam—they won’t even see me coming. And I’ll have the money and plenty of proof to our father that I’m the one best fit for his throne.

  Then, while they run around bumping in to each other, wondering what happened to all the money, I’ll take Lacey on a little holiday. For sure, she’ll come with me.

  I don’t need to lie or even tell her the truth about the other guys. I can just say I don’t know.

  Maybe I’ll tell her it’s just a short trip. Then, once we’re over there, the short trip gets longer and longer.

  She won’t want to leave. I’m going to spoil her rotten every minute of every day. Anything she wants.

  That’s what she deserves. Someone who’s really thinking about her best interests. I feel awful I got such an innocent sweet girl mixed up in all of this.

  I’m going to make it up to her, though. I’m going to make her forget all about the others. Just me and Lacey. That’s my plan.

  Models are supposed to be high-maintenance gold diggers. I didn’t expect to run into one with a heart.

  Just like I didn’t expect to fall in love.

  I admit, I feel kind of bad taking the charity money. Lacey was so concerned about that.

  It doesn’t matter. I have to keep my eye on the big prize. Me and Lacey, living out our happily ever after.

  I realize I’ve been scrolling along and not paying a single bit of attention. I check Lacey’s profile, but there’s no new information.

  I slap my phone down lightly on the table. I would feel so much better if I could talk to her. Tell her everything that’s going on.

  I feel so bad about all of it. But if I want to pull it off, I can’t tell her. She might blow it.

  And there’s my true fear: that she won’t want to come with me. She’ll tell the others. She’ll stop me or decide she likes one of the others better than me.

  I clench my fist on the table. No. That can’t happen.

  I can’t wait to see her again. I can’t wait until every single day is all about Lacey. She’s all I want.

  So I have to pull this off.

  I shut down my computer and double check all my plans. Everything is looking good. It’s even better that, since Adam and Sam are so busy working on their own schemes, they won’t even notice mine.

  I comfort myself, thinking of Lacey’s smile. Her big heart. Soon, I’ll see her again.

  The image of her writhing beneath me, tight and wet and begging, is burned into my mind.

  I close up and prepare to leave the office. I’m not worried. This is all going to work out.

  Denham can go fuck himself—we were always going to screw his ass to the wall anyway. I really have to find a way to pin this on him legally, so he goes down. Screaming, preferably.

  Adam and Sam,
I don’t have any ill feelings for. We’ve had fun together. But that’s where it ends. They knew this was a competition from the start.

  They should think themselves lucky they had this time with her. I’ll do just about anything to get them out of my way. I’ll screw them to the wall right next to Denham if I have to.

  I don’t want to hurt Lacey. That makes the whole situation tricky.

  As I leave the building, I have a little grin to myself. The whole thing is going to collapse like a spider’s web when the money disappears. Most likely, everyone’s going to fall.

  Everyone except me and Lacey.

  Chapter 28

  Adam

  I lean back in my chair and sigh, a smile spreading across my face as my mind wanders and thoughts of her fill my head.

  The past little while with her—and the guys, too, let’s be real—has been unreal, like something out of a dream. I can’t get her and all of the things we did together out of my head—that and how much fucking fun she is.

  I’ve basically felt like I was floating on cloud nine since I met her—the cloud nine that involves loads of sex, debauchery, and lingerie, mind you— and she seems to be just as happy as I am with things.

  I reach into my jacket pocket, and I’m confused when I feel a slip of paper, unsure of what it is. I pull it out and smile as soon as I realize, chuckling to myself.

  It’s the receipt from one of the stores I took her to when we went shopping.

  Well, shopping loosely describes that day, I guess. It was more like teasing the shit out of each other and fucking in dressing rooms and buying the occasional clothing item, but, hey, same thing, right?

  Nonetheless, still a really good date. Fantastic date, actually.

  I sigh to myself, tossing the receipt into the waste bin to my left and smiling as my mind once again replays the events that have taken place over the last while.

  How on earth did I ever get so lucky to meet a girl like Lacey? She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s a fucking bombshell, and she’s down for whatever the hell I suggest. How many other girls have I met that would take all three of us at once and that isn’t a psychotic bitch?

  Exactly. I rest my case.

  It’s just too bad that she works for such a sleazy scumbag. He certainly complicates things. Not to mention, he makes Lacey uncomfortable and doesn’t have an ounce of consideration for her.

  Oh, well, she won’t have to deal with him for much longer once the plan is put in motion.

  Speaking of Lacey, I really need to figure out how I’m going to talk to her about all of this and how I’m going to present my plan. It’s a great plan, I know that, but it’s a matter of convincing her that it is, and that it’ll work, and that she needs to help me with it.

  It’s quite brilliant, actually.

  The first time I thought of the idea—mind you, it was just a thought at that point, but still—was right after I took Lacey to the strip club.

  She had an absolute ball, wasn’t uncomfortable, and obviously she’s got no issue with sex or women using their bodies to make money.

  What does this all have to do with my plan, you may ask, and how did I come up with the idea in a strip club, of all places? Well, let me enlighten you.

  It’s genius, really, my idea.

  I want to take the money from that greedy bastard of a CEO, slip it right out with Lacey attached, and quietly invest it in businesses in Amsterdam.

  The businesses of the Red Light District, to be more specific.

  He’ll be none the wiser, and we’ll be sharing our crown together.

  By investing in the Red Light District, we’ll be able to use the businesses there to launder out the money, filtering it back into the company as successful revenue, and keeping us in the clear.

  There are dozens and dozens of different businesses and venues that we could invest in and work from, and they would all be easily manageable and would hide the money laundering perfectly.

  Not to mention all of the purely cash dealings we could do, furthering our profit and reducing our paper trail.

  Of course, we’ll run the businesses and handle the finances ourselves; that way, there’s no risk of an employee getting curious or having sticky fingers. The last thing we’d need is some eager go-getter who decides to investigate a discrepancy in our monthly earnings or cash flow.

  Not only will we have a surefire way of laundering the money without getting caught, we’ll be running legitimate businesses together. No one will suspect a thing, and we’ll get our own little happily ever after.

  A little bit of an unorthodox happily ever after, but that’s not the point. The point is, we’ll be together, we’ll be away from that filthy scumbag, and sharing our palace until the end of days.

  Not only is it the perfect place to carry out my plan—soon to be our plan—but it’s gorgeous and actually pretty romantic, which I’m sure she’ll love. We’ll be raking in the dough while we get to enjoy the scenery and city, pretty much being paid to enjoy ourselves.

  Sam and Charlie? Well, they’re my brothers, but…gotta crack a few eggs, right? Point is, Lacey is mine, and she’ll see that once I have this all together. Snatch the cash, clean things up, and we’ll be living the high life.

  Like I said: it may not be your typical fairy tale romance or happily ever after, but it certainly works for me.

  The more I think about it, the more excited I get, and I’m now sitting here in my chair, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot.

  I’ve pretty much worked all of it out in my head, and it seems pretty straightforward to me, so now I just have to run it by Lacey and make sure she’s up for it. Not that I have any doubts that she’ll object, but still, my nerves will be a bit on edge until everything is said and done.

  This is a huge risk, I know that, but, like Lacey said: go big or go home, right?

  Chapter 29

  Sam

  As I pace back and forth in the office, I stop and gaze out the window, taking in the view and contemplating my next move.

  I’ve had enough of the bullshit from the CEO and how he treats Lacey, so I’m going to make sure she’s taken care of and doesn’t have to deal with him anymore.

  I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and I’ve come to one conclusion: Lacey’s talents are being wasted, and the asshole running this show doesn’t deserve the money she’s making for him.

  So, I’m going to start my own underwear company—using his money, of course. It’s only fitting that I make him pay for it, given everything he’s done. And do you know what the best part of it is?

  Not only am I going to steal his money to start up my business, I’m going to steal his soon-to-be star lingerie model: Lacey.

  I know she’s not happy there—she’s mentioned it numerous times, and, even if she hadn’t, it’s not hard to tell—and she deserves to be doing something better for someone better.

  She deserves to be by my side, with someone who appreciates her for who she is: an ambitious and gorgeous leader—not just a petite bombshell model with curves that would make playboy bunnies envious.

  I mean, she’s all that, too, but she’s definitely got more going for her than just her body.

  She’s proven that time and time again whether it’s absolutely killing a show, being a blast out on a date, not to mention putting up with Creepy Hands McFuckface—she’s got more patience with him than I would, that’s for sure. A woman who can deal with that kind of crap on a regular basis has a steel resolve, one that’s valuable.

  I scoff and walk back away from the window, pacing around the office again as I go over my plan and how I’m going to bring it up.

  It shouldn’t be too difficult, really, and I think she’ll be on board.

  She’d be the star model for the underwear line, which means more exposure for her and more money. She wouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit she deals with now, so that would be a huge amount of stress gone. We’d be traveling back to the US together whenever she
wants, and on what will be my island we wouldn’t even be within the douchebag’s vicinity; plus, a change of scenery is always nice.

  I’m not exactly sure exactly how I’ll funnel the money out of him yet, but it shouldn’t be too difficult; he’s not the brightest crayon in the box. Not to mention the fact that he doesn’t even know how his own security system in place works or the financial break down of his profit margins. This will be a piece of cake, like stealing candy from a baby.

  The only thing that’s really left to do other than iron out the specifics of it all is to get Lacey on board. It’s a big step and a big move for her, and it may be intimidating since she’s so young and fresh in this industry.

  But I think that once I make her realize and understand just how big this is going to make her—she’s going to be the face and main model for a top underwear company—she’ll be all for it. Excited, even.

  She’d be stupid not to be, and she’s definitely not stupid. A bit naïve at times, sure, but stupid? Absolutely not.

  The financial gain of this is a huge pro, and obviously one of the things that makes me so excited about this. The rush of starting my own company, setting up a new office in a new location, creating hype, and meeting all of the new potential clients and buyers—it’s amazing, and I live for that shit. I know Father won’t care if it’s one company or another, as long as it’s successful.

  But, if I’m being completely honest, the main driving point and thing that I’m looking forward to the most in this is Lacey.

  By bringing her back to the United States with me to start up my underwear company, I’d have her all to myself; having to compete for her attention wouldn’t even be a blip on my radar.

  Not that I haven’t enjoyed all the times we’ve had with the other guys. They’ve been great, but I know Lacey is mine.

  I feel kinda bad, but this was inevitable. A girl can’t just not choose a favorite, and obviously, that’s going to be me.

  I force the thoughts out of my mind with a shake of my head, looking around the room for something else to focus on. Daydreaming isn’t going to get anything done, and there’s still some groundwork to lay.