Luke tries to say something more, but his eyes roll back in his head and he passes out, going completely limp in their arms.
The policemen dragging him don’t take any notice, and they just continue to drag him through the door leading outside, where they unceremoniously dump him on the concrete.
“Assholes,” I cry out, forgetting any and all of my French.
They don’t even look back as they walk away.
The police chief is smiling over all the proceedings.
What a fucking prick.
I’m kneeling down by Luke along with Eugene, looking to see what we can do. But he’s passed out, and we don’t know where to begin with his injuries. There’s nothing we can do.
“There’s the ambulance!” says Eugene.
The ambulance pulls up, narrowly avoiding Eugene’s sports car, still parked terribly, and the paramedics jump out.
They put Luke on a stretcher, treating him a hell of a lot better than the police. They’re checking his pulse, injecting him with drugs, all while loading him into the ambulance.
“We’ll follow them in the car,” says Eugene, and we rush over to the sports car to follow the speeding ambulance.
“Good luck, Luke,” I say softly in French, while staring out the window at the ambulance.
25.
Luke
I wake up. Everything’s crazy, hazy, I don’t know what’s going on.
Days seem to pass, but it’s confusing as hell. Everything hurts.
Finally, I seem to regain some of my consciousness. I start remembering who I am and what I’m doing here. And as soon as I remember, I groan.
Ah, fucking Sebastian.
Fucking Luke too. How could I have been so fucking stupid? Getting involved in a cocaine deal with an undercover cop, and then deciding to drive away. And then apparently crashing a really fast car, while driving really fast.
Fuck, I hope Sebastian’s as fucked up as I am. Not dead, but just injured.
“Luke?” says someone.
It’s Rebecca!
“Rebecca, what the hell happened?”
“You don’t remember what happened?”
“Actually, I guess I do. It’s not even like the memories are flooding back. But they’ve been here all along.”
“What do you remember?” she says, giving me a worried look. Shit, I hope she’s not really mad at me for being such a fucking idiot.
I tell her everything that happened, down to the last detail. I’m careful not to excuse myself too much from culpability. After all, everything really was my fault.
“Luke,” she says, giving me a very serious look. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“That’s fair.”
Shit, she really sounds mad. I really was starting to have serious feelings for her, and I was wondering whether I could spend the rest of my life with her. But now I doubt she’d want to.
“But I love you,” she says.
She’s staring me dead in the eyes.
There’s only one way to respond that makes any sense.
“I love you, too,” I say.
She leans in and we kiss deeply.
Surprisingly, my body doesn’t hurt too much.
“How bad off am I am?” I say. “Did you talk to the doctors?”
She nods. “You can still have sex,” she says.
I laugh. “I was trying to ask that in a more oblique way, more round about, you know.”
She laughs, and puts her hand on my cock. I’m just wearing a thin hospital gown, and it feels amazing having her hand tightly around me.
She’s on top of me, straddling me, and my cock is jamming up against the insides of her thighs. She’s wearing jeans, not a dress.
“So what’s going on with the whole political situation? Why am I not in prison right now?”
Despite the situation, despite having her so close to me, and despite the throbbing pressure of my cock, I can’t help but suddenly worry I’m going to spend the next ten years in jail.
“Well, you should be in jail, and the police wanted to use you for some Liserian political play. But I convinced them that wasn’t a good idea.”
“You convinced them?” I say, emphasizing “you.” I can’t help but be surprised. “I figured that was more of Eugene’s territory.”
“He means well, but he was basically useless.” She tells me how she made the police see that their only option was actually sending me to a hospital.
“But don’t they want me in hand cuffs? Or, now that I’m not going to die in half an hour, bleeding out, or whatever, why don’t they take me back to prison?”
“Apparently the palace has much more political reach outside of the police territory, but I imagine you knew that.”
“No,” I say. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. But honestly, you may know more about Liserian politics at this point than I do. I was too busy getting into trouble to really study up on what the hell was going on in Liseria. I only knew what pertained immediately to me.”
“Well now it does pertain to you,” she says.
“So we’re good? The police aren’t going to walk in on us going at it like rabbits, and drag me back to jail?”
“Not just yet. Eugene’s in court today with a team of royal lawyers or something arguing on your behalf.”
I relax a little on hearing that. If the royal lawyers are involved, it not only means that I have a chance with the case, but also that my parents are on my side and letting the lawyers work for me, and possibly maybe even arranging it. Hopefully, this means that I’m not going to be estranged from them. I have no idea what the hell I’d do. Not that it really matters to me right now, because I realize that Rebecca’s the only important person to me. If I’m with her, nothing matters. I can’t be with her if I’m in prison, so I’m glad I’m not going to be doing pushups in a cell for the next decade.
“I think I’ve loved you for a long time,” I say, holding her face gently in my hand, brushing her hair behind her ear.
She gazes back to me with those beautiful eyes, gazing right into me. Her pupils are growing slightly wider, making her face look softer, almost impossibly beautiful.
Even in the harsh hospital light, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life.
And I’m going to have her. I’m going to fuck her right here and now.
My cock is simply throbbing. It needs release, and it needs it from Rebecca. There’s just no way I can hold out any longer. I can’t resist her, no matter what, no matter whether the whole medical staff walks in on us, and no matter whether or not I have the go ahead from the doctor.
That said, I am glad to have it.
“So what the hell happened to me?” I say, suddenly curious. Meanwhile, my hands are running all up and down her inner thighs, just barely avoiding her outer lips. I can feel the wetness there, and the hot heat that’s coming off it. I can almost already feel her on my cock, even though it’s nowhere near her. It’s the memory of past love making sessions, her warm pussy gripping down on my thick shaft. Fuck, I need her.
“Not much, really,” she says, laughing.
“Why is that funny?”
“I just don’t know how you got out of that car wreck alive. I saw the car. You’ve got some good luck, or some guardian angels.”
“Both,” I say, sighing. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve almost died like that, doing something idiotic. I’ve got the best guardian angels on the planet, I guess.”
“Or maybe just princely reflexes and luck.”
“You commoners don’t have luck?”
She laughs. “I don’t know if there’s special luck for you royals, but you personally seem to have a lot of it.”
“I’m just lucky that I found you,” I say. “That’s the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.”
“I am?” she says, giving me an innocent look.
I laugh.
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sp; “Of course,” I say. “You’re the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” I say it again, just to emphasize my point. “I really mean it.”
“I’m lucky I found you too,” she says.
“Well,” I say. “Now that I have official medical clearance, it’d be a shame to waste this opportunity, you know…”
She giggles.
“One thing first, though,” I say, conscious of my ever-hard cock. It’s as hard as steel for her and it’s not going to be satisfied until it gets inside her. She’s just calling out to me. Her body is beckoning me with her soft skin and delicious curves. “How do I feel so good? I didn’t break anything? Or rupture any internal organs. I think I was driving pretty fast. And, oh, shit! What happened to Sebastian?”
“He got deported,” she says. “But he’s OK.”
I nod. “I don’t think I’m going to be seeing any more of him. Those days are long past. You’re the only one for me now, and with you I don’t need to be running around like a fool all the time with all these shady characters.”
She smiles at me, her mouth radiating warmth. Her eyes are sparkling, and her hair is shining. How does she do it in this horrible lighting? Her beauty can’t be contained or obscured by anything.
“Nothing in the world could keep you from looking beautiful,” I say.
“Wow,” she says. “You’re getting good at complimenting me.”
“I need to keep looking for new words and phrases to describe your beauty,” I say. “But, yeah, I’m glad Sebastian’s OK and also glad he’s deported. He is ok, isn’t he? He didn’t get too mangled into the crash.”
“He barely got a scratch…he’s a lot better off than you are. I guess the car crashed on your side.”
“But how could he be better off than me? I feel totally fine.”
“You really weren’t fine when you were in the police station. I don’t know if you would have made it if you’d stayed there like they wanted. You did have a blood transfusion. A pretty hefty one, since you were really bleeding out, and you hadn’t received any medical attention at the police station. It was kind of crazy, the way they were willing to let you suffer like that.”
“I’m lucky I had you, I guess,” I say.
“I’ll say,” she says, playfully, giving me a playful punch on the arm.
“See? That didn’t even hurt.”
“Well, before you count your chickens,” she says. “You might want to check in a mirror. I’m really glad you feel fine, because you look pretty bad.”
“I look bad?”
Well, there’s no way it’s very serious, but out of curiosity I ask her to bring me a mirror that’s on the shelf.
Rebecca holds it in front of me, and for a moment I’m just concentrating on his body, on her tits looking so perfect. Finally, I focus on my face.
Holy fuck.
“What the fuck?” I say.
Surprisingly, she lets out a little laugh. “Sorry,” she says. “I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just a nervous laugh, I guess. I do that sometimes.”
“What the…” I say, studying my face intently in the mirror. One side of my face is completely black and blue with deep bruises. It looks like all the blood has been cleaned off me fairly well, but I can tell it was there at one point because there are cuts running all over my face.
“You still look hot,” she says, putting the mirror down and coming over to me, and kissing me gently on the bruises.
“I don’t even want to look at the rest of my body,” I say. “How can you stand to look at me like this?”
“You’re very handsome,” she says. “A couple bruises and scrapes aren’t going to keep me from fucking your brains out.”
I smile at her.
“I think that’s a good attitude to have,” I say.
26.
Rebecca
I straddle Luke, making sure to avoid some of the parts on his upper body that I know are injured.
“This doesn’t hurt at all?” I say.
He shakes his head. He’s fiddling with his belt buckle, which isn’t even there, of course. “Oh,” he says. “I forgot I’m wearing a hospital gown.”
“Here,” I say. “Let me do it.”
I help him pull off his hospital gown, and then I undo my own pants. I have repositioned myself on the bed to do it.
When I’ve got them down around my knees, he makes a fake growling noise at me, and pushes himself down on top of me. He’s kissing my neck, and biting my ears.
“I can’t keep away from you once you’ve got your pants off,” he says.
“I need you to fuck me,” I say. “I was so worried when I heard you were in a car accident, and then when you are at the police. You’re not going to do that again to me, are you?”
“I swear I won’t,” he says, kissing me.
The way he’s all over me, the way he can’t keep away from me, it’s all turning me on so much.
“I need you right now,” I say.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, and soon we’re making out heavily, moving all over the bed. Occasionally he hits a soft spot somewhere, and makes a little groan, but overall he seems like he’s still got all of his physical faculties intact.
He’s on top of me, and the tip of his thick cock is pressing between my thighs.
“I need you in my mouth,” I say.
He doesn’t say anything, but gives an excited grunt in recognition, and moves his body up so that he’s straddling me. His cock is so big that by straddling me below my breasts, he can push it into my mouth.
I purse my lips as I receive his cock in my mouth. It’s been too long since I’ve had him inside me, and much too long since I’ve had him in my mouth.
I’m sucking on him, bobbing my head up and down, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s too fascinated to even blink, let alone look away.
Luke’s thrusting his hips, his cock coming into my mouth now.
I love the taste of it, and I almost protest when he pulls away.
Now he’s kissing my ears, my neck, my breasts, kissing me all over.
“I want you,” I say, and it’s not long before his cock is pushing its way inside me.
He’s thrusting slowly but powerfully, and little by little he’s pumping faster and faster.
He still looks fucking hot, even with his face all fucked up. There’s no way an injury could take away his good looks, and I’d still love him either way.
“I love you,” he says, right before we finish together.
We’re cuddling, my head in the crook of his arm as always, in a blissfully calm state, both completely naked, lying on top of the hospital bed sheets.
We don’t need to talk. There’s no need for words now that we’ve found each other and admitted to one another how much we each mean. I know I can’t live without him now, and I know he feels the same about me. There are no more questions, no more insecurities.
Well, the only thing left is what will happen with his family.
“Rebecca,” says Luke, looking me right in the eyes. “This might not be the most…well, this isn’t exactly traditional, but will you marry me?”
Holy shit!
If I’d been holding something, I would have dropped it. Hell, if I’d been standing up, I might have passed out.
“Holy…” I start to say.
He’s beaming at me, apparently aware that I’m not going to say no.
But I remain frozen for another couple seconds. I open my mouth but no words come out.
He looks nervous now. “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring or anything right now, but I wasn’t planning this…You’ll have a ring of course, one of the heirlooms, or whatever you want… Can you just say something, Rebecca? I need to know, even if you’re going to say no.”
“I…,” I say, trying to speak, but the words still aren’t coming out. I’m overwhelmed, but it’s not like I’m anxious. I’m actually incre
dibly calm and incredibly happy. “I’d love to,” I say.
Luke just beams at me and comes in quickly for a kiss. It’s like fireworks are coming off inside me as we kiss, and soon enough we’re making out again, with our hands all over each other.
“Oh,” says someone, at the door. “Sorry…”
I look over, turning my head away from Luke.
“Mom, Dad,” says Luke, in Liserian French, surprised.
“We’ll come back another time,” says the King, looking red in the face and embarrassed.
The queen, though, gives me an unmistakable wink, before turning to leave the room with her husband.
“Wait,” calls out Luke. “I’ve got some news.”
“You’re going into the drug smuggling business?” says the Queen, giving her words a comic but sarcastic bite to them.
“No,” says Luke. “We’re getting married!”
“He just proposed,” I say.
“And you said yes?” say the King and Queen in unison, faking a surprised tone for comic effect. “After the stunt Luke just pulled?”
I nod my head. “Well, he says no more drug smuggling until after the honey moon.”
Everyone laughs.
Fortunately, we’ve got our clothes back on.
“Congratulations,” say the King and Queen together. “Welcome to the family!”
“You know,” says the Queen. “I was starting to worry he’d never find a nice girl and settle down.”
“Who says I’m settling down?” says Luke. “I’m just getting the best partner ever to go raze hell with.”
“Well if your definition of razing hell is camping and hiking in the wilderness all around the world, then I’m in,” I say.
Everyone laughs again.
“You know,” says Luke, after we’ve been chatting for about ten minutes, all of us happy, cheerful, and full of laughter. “I thought you two would be a little more upset than you are.”
“Just happy to have you alive son,” says the Queen, poking at his facial bruises with her hands.”
“I can’t believe it,” says Luke. “After all the trouble I’ve gotten into before, I finally wind up in prison and the hospital on the same day, and I don’t get so much as the threat of punishment.”
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