Dirty Crown: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Royal Romance (with BONUS book - Rebel Rockstar!)

by Marci Fawn

  “Are you okay?” I ask nervously, watching the two girls walk toward me. I can already tell that they’ve both been crying, but I wonder if it’s one of those happy-cry things girls do. The ones that lead to a rebuilt friendship. It would be nice to see the girls friends after all this time, especially since Tonya came to support me in court. She really didn’t have to do that.

  “Yeah, we’re good,” says Jem, and she sends Tonya a little glance that I can’t quite read, but I try not to read too much into it.

  “Okay. Well—Lola’s arrived.” I smile happily, stepping aside so they can both see her. “I think we all have a lot to say to one another.”

  “Of course!” Jem pulls Lola into a hug, and for the first time the young girl relaxes, her body language making it clear she’s relieved to be back with her friend again. “Are you okay?”

  “I…I think so,” she replies with a wobble in her voice. “I just feel so awful about everything that’s happened.” She starts crying again, but Jem stops her.

  “Stop it, Lola. It’s not your fault. I know that you wouldn’t have done any of this if you were in your right frame of mind.” She holds Lola’s face in her hands, giving her a very sincere look. “You’re my best friend. You have been for a while now, and I know that you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Jem. I really am. I totally respect that Nate’s yours.” She shakes her head in fear, desperate to get her words out. “I just had some stuff going on, and it made me act crazy.”

  “What sort of stuff?” Jem narrows her eyes, obviously sensing a problem just like I am. Luckily, she’s much more direct about it. “What’s going on, Lola? Please tell me.”

  “I…I can’t. It doesn’t matter now anyway. It’s over. It’s done.”

  Jem glances at me with distress in her eyes before speaking once more. “Trust me, Lola, you can talk to me. I know what’s going on…”

  “So, are you glad to have your freedom?” Tonya talks loudly, drowning out the rest of the conversation. I strain my ears to try to keep listening, but it’s hard to focus on two things at once, so I find myself forced to pick Tonya.

  “It’s good, thank you. I appreciate you coming to court, by the way.” I smile at her, wanting to show my gratitude.

  “Yeah, well, I came as soon as I could.” She nods at me. “Despite all that’s happened, I think of you as a friend, Nate. I might not always have acted like it, but I value you in my life. I apologize for all the shitty things I’ve done. I hope we can move past it now.”

  “Of course,” I insist. “What’s done is done, and since you’ve made friends with Jem, maybe we’ll get to hang out more.” I want to press her, to ask her more about this, but I can sense that it isn’t the time or place. I’ll delve into the complexities of those two later on.

  “I’d like that. I really would.”

  Jem finally interrupts our conversation, pulling Tonya’s attention back to her. “Come on! Let’s all go and dance.” They head toward the dance floor, leaving me behind. I watch them move together, laughing and joking, and I wonder if this could be the future for all of us now. If you’d asked me a while ago if the four of us could have been friends, then I would have laughed and shaken my head, but now…anything could happen.

  As we arrive home, more than a little tipsy, I’m on fire for Jem. I’ve been desiring her all night from a distance, and now I absolutely cannot wait to get my hands on her. Being so close to her—but not quite close enough to touch—is damn near torture.

  “You look so beautiful,” I murmur, already claiming her with my mouth, pushing her back against the wall. Even half drunk, I’m already hard and all I can think about is taking Jem into my room and doing wild things to her. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

  My mouth drifts across her throat as she moans in excitement. “You aren’t so bad yourself,” she gasps. “I’m lucky to have you too.” But I know that I’m the really lucky one. I’m the one who always seems to bring trouble for us, and it’s a miracle she’s still here.

  I’ll never take that fact for granted.

  As my lips find every inch of her neck in a way that I know will drive her wild, she claws at my jacket, at my shirt, needing them gone, and I’m more than happy to comply. The material that we’re wearing is the only thing keeping us apart, and I’m glad for it all to be gone. The more naked I can get Jem, the better, as far as I’m concerned.

  I pick her up as if she’s light as a feather and wrap her legs around me, giving her a feel of just how much I need her right now. She squeals lightly in excitement, making me chuckle, and I proceed to carry her up the stairs in the direction of my bedroom. Of all the places we’ve physically expressed our love for one another, this is my favorite. Having sex here, in my home, makes it feel much more real.

  “Will you move in with me?” I ask on a whim, knowing that my life won’t be complete until we’re together permanently. In fact, thinking about it now, I can’t believe that it’s taken me this long to ask. “You’re here all the time anyway…” I know that she has her own home, but this one is bigger. I’m sure she would much prefer it here.

  “Really?” She pulls back to look into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I can’t believe you have to ask!” I exclaim jokingly. I know she’s only being careful because of all the trials and tribulations we’ve been through, but the fact that we’ve come out of it much stronger has to tell her something, surely.

  “Of course!” she says excitedly. “I’d absolutely love that.” We return to kissing with more vigor than before.

  I make it up the stairs. I’m a little uncoordinated and unsteady on my feet because of the alcohol coursing around my system, but I make it all the same. Jem’s excitement level seems to be increasing with every single step, making it much more difficult for me to control myself.

  By the time we make it to my bedroom, I tumble, dropping Jem, but she lands on the bed beneath me, just where I need her to be.

  “Sorry,” I mutter, but I’m barely focusing on my words. All I can think about is her skin, her lips, her tongue. She’s all over me, and driving me absolutely wild in the process.

  She kisses me lightly along my collarbone, then sucks on my earlobe, sending an explosion of sensations racing through my body. I find it difficult to concentrate, but I do manage to work my hand up her legs, and I begin to explore her hot, wet desire.

  “That’s what you do to me,” she whispers into my ear as I gently massage her with my fingers. “You make me so wet for you.” She’s normally so coy, so polite, that hearing those dirty words leave her mouth makes me even more insane. I feel like I could explode at any given second.

  “Oh, fuck, Jem,” I groan. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  She cheekily slides her hand down my body, freeing my cock from its prison, and proceeds to find out for herself. I tremble under her sweet fingers as they explore me in new and exciting ways. Being with Jem is so much better than anyone else. Not only does our love make her body feel that much better against mine, but her cute innocence and her desire to try new things make her the most exciting lover I’ve ever had.

  I can’t take it anymore. I need to explore her breasts. I sit her upright, slowly sliding the gorgeous dress from her body. As I unhook her bra and it falls from her body, I see the pale white skin and the red, hardened nipples I spend so much of my time thinking about. I lay her back down and begin flicking my tongue all over her. I even tug and tease a little with my teeth, seeing if bringing a tiny bit of pain into the bedroom does it for her. Much to my surprise, it does. She thrashes, she bucks, and she arches her back beneath me.

  I need to be inside of her. I need her right now, so I flip her over until she’s lying on her front, causing her to squeak in shock. We’ve never done it from this angle, and I can’t wait to try it. I pull her up onto her knees, giving me the most amazing view of her ass, then I explore her in
sides with my fingers for just a few more seconds, getting her used to the new position. When she starts pushing back against my hand, wanting more from me, I know that she’s ready and I tease her entrance with my cock.

  “What do you want?” I ask her, watching her head loll to the side with pleasure.

  “You,” she replies simply.

  “Beg,” I demand. “Plead for it.”

  “Please?” she tries pathetically, but I don’t give in, continuing to tease. “Please give it to me. I need you.” Still I do nothing. “Oh, God, fuck me, Nate,” she screams. “Now.”

  I reward her obedience by sliding into her, my excitement growing as I get deeper in, feeling more of her than ever before. I move slowly at first, but as Jem’s intensity grows, she begs for me to go faster, harder. I like this new erotic side of her. I’m glad that I’ve awoken this hunger in her. She’s a very sexual woman, and I’m glad that I get to explore that side of her in a way that no one else ever has, or ever will do.

  Her hips move wildly and I can feel my climax coming much too soon. I can’t wait for it, but at the same time I never want this moment to end. I try to hold off, to keep it in until the very last second, but then Jem’s body caves and I just lose it. We ride our orgasms together and crash, laughing and happy.

  We gaze into each other’s eyes for a while, waiting for our heart rates to return to normal, and then Jem speaks. “Are you sure you want me to move in? You weren’t just saying that in the heat of the moment?”

  I cup her face in my hands. “Jem, I love you so much. More than you could even imagine. You’re the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, so why not start that life now? I know I’m never going change my mind about you, so I need you to move in. I want to be with you all the time.”

  I grin as she nods happily, having had my emotions confirmed. “I love you, too,” she replies. “And I want all of that as well.”

  “Good.” I kiss her head lightly. “Then I’ll get your stuff picked up tomorrow, and we’ll go from there.”

  After a while, her breathing becomes heavy, proving that she’s fallen asleep, but I no longer feel tired. I simply lie and watch her sleep for most of the night, dozing off myself in the early hours of the morning.

  25

  Jem

  Over the next few days, I get my belongings into Nate’s home, and I proceed to put my own property on the market. I did consider renting it out, to keep it as a backup, but I don’t need it. I don’t have enough time to worry about running a rental business, and I really don’t need a backup plan. I’m not looking backward anymore, only toward the future.

  Things are going really well with Nate now. In fact, we’re better than ever. We’ve finally made it to a place where we are really happy and settled with one another. It’s perfect. On top of that, I’ve been spending a lot of time with Tonya. We’re really building up an amazing bond, one that I think will stick around forever now. We haven’t discussed anything from the past again yet—we seem to have left that behind in the bathroom of Nate’s celebration party—but that’s okay. Maybe we’ll get to it at some point, and we’ll decide what to do with the information, but maybe we won’t. Maybe we’ll just put it behind us and concentrate on our futures. Either way, I’m okay with it. I’m in a really good place in life, and right now that’s all I care about.

  I spoke to Lola a little bit at the party, but I didn’t get the chance to speak to her properly with everyone being around, and with Nate still not knowing anything about the abuse, so I’ve been waiting to see her again for a while now. She returned home for a while to spend some time with her new boyfriend Ben, who sounds like a total sweetie to me, but she’s back now and in the recording studio.

  “I’ve made plans with Lola this afternoon,” I call out to Nate. “So I’m not sure what time I’ll be back.”

  “Okay.” He pops his head into the room. “Are you going to try and find out what’s been going on with her today?”

  We’ve discussed the fact that Lola has clearly been suffering a few times, but it always makes me feel guilty because I know much more about the possibilities of what it has to do with than Nate does. It makes me feel like I’m lying, when in reality I’m just not quite ready to go through it with him yet. I have no idea how he’ll react, and that terrifies me.

  “Yeah, I am.” I nod guiltily. “Hopefully with no one else around she’ll be more interested in opening up.”

  “And then we can help her.” He smiles caringly at me before placing a light kiss on my lips. “Good luck.”

  I’ve been waiting outside the recording studio for a while now, growing increasingly worried about what’s happening with Lola. I know sessions can run over from my own experience, but it isn’t like her to be this late.

  After a while, I suck in a deep breath and step inside to interrupt. I’m sure I’ll face the wrath of someone, but I can’t hang around any longer.

  As I move through the hallways of the building, something doesn’t feel quite right. When this building is being used, there’s a constant hustle and bustle of activity, but right now it’s deadly silent. I haven’t seen another person, and that makes me uneasy. I can’t help but think that I’ve missed something. I quickly tug my phone out to see if I’ve had a cancellation message from Lola, or even details telling me about a change of plans, but my phone is frustratingly empty.

  Just as I’m about to give up, to turn around and go home, I hear some muffled voices. I begin to creep in the direction they’re coming from, terrified that I’m about to stumble across something huge.

  I press my ear up against the door that I’m certain the people are behind, trying desperately to pick up some clear words.

  “…you are a sweetheart…” a chillingly familiar voice says. Sweetheart. I remember that word. I’d tried to forget about it, but hearing it again brings it all screaming back.

  “Please,” Lola please. “Don’t.”

  Now I know for sure that it’s Cole, and that he’s doing the same to Lola. Anger courses through my veins as I slam the door open hard. I expect to see him all over her, but he seems to have jumped back in surprise, as there’s now a considerable distance between them.

  The rage is making me hot and dizzy, but I know that I need to be smart about this. This isn’t my career hanging in the balance now, it’s Lola’s, and it’s up to her what she wants to do. I can protect her, but I can’t make her choices for her.

  “Okay, Lola?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. She nods rapidly, but I can see how wet her face is from tears. “Are you finished today? Ready to go?” I can see Cole smirking at me from the corner of my eye, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. I even see his mouth open as if he’s going to say something, but he seems to think better of it at the last minute.

  I keep my arm wrapped around Lola as we walk from the building, almost holding her upright, and as soon as we’re outside, I hug her tightly, allowing her to collapse into sobs against me.

  “It’ll be okay,” I coo. “I’m here for you.”

  “I…I just…I…” she stammers, never quite getting a sentence out.

  “Come on. Let’s go and get a coffee. I think we really need to have a chat.”

  Once our hot drinks are steaming in front of us, I decide to start talking. I know that the best way to deal with this is to tell her my story first, in the way that Tonya did for me. It’ll encourage her to open up with her own problems.

  “Look, Lola.” I hold her hands as I talk. “I know exactly what you’re going through. Cole did the same thing to me when I was your age.” I pause for a second, wondering if I should add this part, before realizing that Tonya would want me to. “Tonya too.”

  Her eyes snap up in shock. “What do you mean? What did he do to you?”

  “He abused me for many years, stopping just short of rape.” I gulp deeply, feeling another rush of emotions that I wasn’t quite expecting. “But it went on for a very long time. I w
as too afraid to tell anyone because he had me convinced that I’d lose everything if I did.” I can see all of this resonating with her, proving to me that he’s definitely up to his old tricks again. “I stayed silent, losing myself along the way, until eventually I had to leave him behind. It worked out okay for me, and it will for you too.”

  “I can’t.” She begins to freak out. “He’ll kill me. He’ll destroy my career before it’s even really started.”

  “You’ll have me and Tonya on your side,” I reassure her. “You won’t be alone.”

  “I…I don’t know.” She shakes her head sadly, and my heart breaks for her.

  “When did it begin?” I ask, already pretty sure of the answer.

  “Not long before I kissed Nate. That’s why I did it. My head was all over the place, and he really seemed to understand what I was going through.” She looks at me with sad eyes. The apology is there in her gaze, but I don’t need it. I know how sorry she is. “I was too scared to tell you. You always seem to have it so together!” I laugh mirthlessly at this one—I don’t know how I manage to give that impression when I’m the most screwed-up person around! “I just wanted to feel some affection…”

  “What has Cole done to you? How far has he gone?” I hate to ask this. I know how much I dislike explaining it myself, but it’s vital that I find out.

  “Same as you.” Her gaze fixes on her shoes. “Not rape.”

  “He will go that far,” I warn, wanting her to understand the severity of the situation that she’s in. “He did with Tonya.”

  “What?” She throws her hands over her mouth in shock. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. So we all need to think about what we’re going to do about this.” Now that it’s no longer just a thing of the past, now that I know for sure that Cole is still the same, everything has changed. Tonya and I will have to drag this up, if need be, to prevent it from happening to anyone else. We’d be selfish not to.