Broken Kingdom : A bad boy college romance (Royal Hearts Academy Book 4)

by Ashley Jade

Before I can blink, he bends me over the sink and attacks my pussy like it’s the oxygen he needs to breathe.

  Heat sparks within me, and I arch against him.

  I’m seconds away from coming when his teeth sink into my ass and he spreads my cheeks. “Not yet.”

  “Oakley—”

  Whatever words I was going to say die in my throat when he tongues my puckered hole.

  “When I said I wanted to taste you.” My thighs clench when he circles the hole with the tip of his tongue. “I meant everywhere.”

  God, he’s so dirty.

  Pleasure pulsates my veins when he pushes one finger inside my pussy. My inner muscles tighten around it and I moan, needing more.

  He curls his fingers until they hit a spot that sends me spiraling.

  “I need your cock,” I tell him, reaching behind me to stroke him through his jeans. “So fucking bad.”

  I hear the sound of him undoing his zipper, and then his erection is sliding between my ass cheeks.

  But he doesn’t go any further. Instead, he circles my opening with his piercing.

  “Oh, Jesus.” My head falls against the sink. “Oakley, I’m dying.”

  He fists my hair as the wide head of his cock slides past my swollen lips. “Then you better come fast.” He pushes in another inch, stretching me. “Because I want you so fucking bad, I won’t last long.”

  I gasp when he lets out a husky groan and thrusts his hips forward, filling me to the hilt.

  We both go still, trying to catch our breaths.

  I feel so full I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

  His rough voice works over my skin like butter when he pulls back. “Fuck.”

  Arousal rushes through me when he slowly withdraws and I feel every hard inch of him.

  His heated gaze holds mine when I glance up into the mirror. “My dick is coated in your juices.”

  Using the wall for leverage, he works to fit his thick cock inside me again. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.” He mutters a curse. “So tight and wet.”

  The lewd sounds of him driving into my slickness turns me on so much I can’t take it.

  “I should make you lick it up,” Oakley grinds out. “Make you take my big cock into that pretty little mouth so you can taste yourself.”

  A breath shudders out of me. Jesus.

  Grabbing my hips, he spins me around. “Get on your knees.”

  It’s a command I wouldn’t dream of ignoring.

  I’m on my knees so fast my head spins.

  The corner of his mouth curls in a smug grin as he fists his cock and holds it out to me. It’s glistening, covered in my wetness.

  “You want this?”

  Smiling coyly, I nod.

  “Prove it,” he taunts, repeating my words from earlier.

  I wrap my fingers around his base and give him a slow jerk, teasing him the way he teased me before.

  His palms slap the wall as he braces himself. “Put your mouth on it, baby girl.”

  Dipping my head, I glide the flat of my tongue along the throbbing vein running up his length.

  The muscles in his throat work as his teeth catch his lower lip. “Fucking hell that feels good.” His hand tunnels in my hair and he mutters another curse. “Too fucking good. That was a bad idea.”

  He hauls me back up and sets me down on the sink. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”

  When I do, he buries himself inside me again, fucking me so good my brain scrambles.

  I’m pinned against the sink, my thighs spread wide for him to take whatever he wants from me.

  It strikes me that I’ll never get enough of him.

  He’s an addiction I’ll never be able to kick.

  Mid-thrust, our mouths meet in a messy exploration of lips and tongues. It’s been so long since we’ve done this. Too long.

  I dig my nails into his back as he fucks me hard and deep, working me up and down his cock.

  Grunting, he sucks my earlobe between his teeth and grinds out, “Scratch my back so hard you leave scars.”

  His teeth clamp down on my neck as I claw my nails into his skin.

  I cling to him as his pace turns greedy and he goes deeper, hitting a spot that makes my insides light up like fireworks.

  “Oh, God.”

  He’s fucking me so good I can’t even think straight. The sink rattles with the force of his movements and for a moment I think it’s going to rip off the wall.

  His mouth moves to my jaw and those big hands slide to my ass, gripping me there. Then he’s kissing me again, the pressure from his skillful thrusts hitting me right where I need it as he reaches between us and rubs my clit.

  As if he can feel the orgasm rising within me, he presses his lips to the crook of my neck. “I love you.”

  It’s the last thing I hear before my climax slams into me with a force that shocks us both. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s so strong it almost hurts.

  Oakley’s right behind me. Fingers digging into my hips, he makes a strangled groan deep in his throat, his hand coming up to grip the back of my neck as he comes.

  I sag against him, my breath leaving me in quick, sharp pants. “I love you, too.”

  And that’s when we hear it.

  The awful, ghastly sound of someone screeching into a microphone.

  “What the hell is that?”

  Oakley makes a face. “It sounds like an animal dying.”

  And that’s when I realize.

  I can see the moment it dawns on Oakley too, because he chokes out a laugh.

  It’s not an animal dying.

  It’s my brother Jace trying to sing.

  Oakley tucks his dick back into his jeans while I fix my dress.

  Once we’re both dressed, he grabs my hand and we walk back into the venue.

  Just in time for Jace to belt out the last verse of Dylan’s favorite song.

  Cole covers his ears and shouts, “Dear God, make it stop.”

  I’m not sure why Jace is making a fool of himself right now, but one thing is certain.

  Dylan is loving every second of it.

  Either the girl is tone deaf, or she’s seriously head over heels in love because she’s looking at Jace like he hung the moon.

  Oakley stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as we all suffer through the rest of Jace’s torture.

  After the song is over, he looks at Dylan. “Dylan, you’re my best friend.”

  My mouth drops open when he gets down on one knee and takes a jewelry box out of his pocket. “But I was hoping you’d make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife, too.”

  Sawyer and I start squealing like a couple of crazy banshees.

  I had no idea Jace was proposing tonight, but I’m so happy for them.

  I’m about to walk over to congratulate them, but I look down at Oakley’s hands and freeze.

  With his fingers interlaced against my stomach, the letters tattooed on them don’t spell ‘back in a’ after all.

  I tilt my head to look at him. “That’s my name.”

  “I know.” A slow smile unfurls. “Like I told you…I got the thing I love most in this world.”

  Warmth floods my chest as I spin around. He’s always surprising me when I least expect it.

  I blink in confusion when I notice the letter K on his left pinky.

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but my name doesn’t have a K in it.”

  “Your middle name Kennedy does,” he points out with an impish grin. “I just ran out of fingers.”

  I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing. “God, I love you.”

  He cups my face with one hand, dragging his thumb across my lips. “Thank you.”

  “For loving you?” I question as he presses his lips to my forehead.

  When he speaks, his voice is gravel. “For saving me.”

  Epilogue

  Five months later…

  I clos
e my eyes and exhale, listening to the waves crash against the shoreline.

  It’s such a beautiful day, but all I can think about is that today marks the two-year anniversary of the accident.

  It’s crazy how different my life is now compared to then.

  Wrapping his arms around me from behind, Oakley’s lips find the shell of my ear. “I love you.”

  My heart thunders against my chest and I smile. “I love you, too.”

  Yet, some things are still the same.

  And while I could sit here and dwell on the past and all the bad things that have happened, I’d rather just enjoy where we are now.

  “What time do you have to be at work?”

  A couple of months after Oakley started writing songs with Landon, a few other artists hired him.

  It’s awesome that he’s able to make a living doing something that he’s not only incredible at, but enjoys.

  Although, he still insists on working as a custodian part-time at the college. He said it keeps him humble.

  His nose skims the column of my neck and he breathes me in. “I took the day off.”

  Oakley’s been acting a little strange lately—well, strange for him—and I’m not sure why.

  But if I had to guess…I’d say he has something big up his sleeve.

  I try my best to feign innocence. “Why?”

  The corner of his lip quirks. “So we could celebrate.”

  My heart beats harder now, and an excited flutter goes through me.

  This is it. It’s happening.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for Oakley to propose.

  Two months ago, we moved into a new apartment together—and while some people might hem and haw that I’m only twenty and therefore too young to get married and settle down—I know in my marrow that I want to spend the rest of my life with Oakley and see no reason to wait.

  I’m glad he wants that, too.

  “I got you something.”

  Yeah, he did.

  Butterflies swarm my belly when he reaches inside his pocket…

  And pulls out an envelope.

  Puzzled, I give it a shake, hoping a ring falls out of it.

  No such luck.

  Then I realize. It must be a poem.

  I quickly slide my thumb through the seal and unfold it.

  I blink when I see two airline tickets to India.

  Tenderness swells in my chest. “You’re taking me to India?”

  His deep voice is a gentle caress against my ear. “You said you’ve always wanted to go there.”

  My heart pounds against my ribs. It’s not a proposal, but what he did is so thoughtful I don’t have the heart to be mad at him. “This is amazing.”

  I try my hardest to ignore the flicker of disappointment churning in my gut.

  It’s not that I’m not happy with his gift, I totally am.

  I was just expecting a ring and a promise of forever to be attached to it.

  Oakley must sense something’s wrong, because he says, “You’re upset.”

  Given we’ve always kept it real with each other, I tell him the truth. “Not upset…just a little, you know…unfulfilled.”

  He raises a brow. “Unfulfilled?”

  Frustrated, I stand up. “I guess I was expecting something a little more…eternal.”

  His jaw sets and I can’t tell if he’s upset with me for acting like a brat or trying not to laugh at my expense. “Eternal?”

  My exasperation reaches a peak and I huff out, “Dammit, Oakley. I thought you were going to propose.”

  Grinning, he shifts on the sand. “Then it’s a good thing I have this, huh?”

  My insides swoop when I see the ring in his hand.

  “Oh, my God.”

  He slides the white gold Claddagh ring with a giant black gemstone onto my finger. “Will you—”

  “Yes,” I scream before he even gets the words out.

  I clutch my chest as I look at my ring. It’s absolutely stunning.

  “I can’t believe we’re engaged.” Excitement races over my skin. “This was so unexpected.”

  Laughing, Oakley pulls me in for a kiss. “The stone is called the star of India.” He tips my chin. “But I can get you a diamond if you want something more traditional.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

  I love my ring. It’s perfect.

  He nuzzles my lower lip with his top one. “I love you—”

  “Hold that thought,” I say, reaching for my phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  I type Wayne’s name into the keyboard. “Texting your dad.”

  I warned the man that I was going to be his daughter-in-law one day.

  Extended Epilogue

  “I can’t do it,” I scream as another contraction plows through me. “I’m exhausted.”

  I thought I’d be in labor for eight hours at most…not twenty-freaking-four.

  Oakley goes to wipe the sweat dotting my forehead, but I swat his hand away.

  I’m not trying to be a bitch, but squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon is a lot harder than I thought it would be.

  At this point I just want the doctor to light a fire in there and smoke the baby out.

  Oakley kisses my temple. “What can I do?”

  I glare at him. “Gee, I don’t know. How about get a time machine and stick your goddamn dick back in your pants?”

  The doctor’s eyebrows shoot up and he chuckles before leaning over and whispering something into the nurse’s ear.

  A smug grin creeps along Oakley’s lips. “If memory serves, you were the one begging me to take it out of my pants that night, baby girl.”

  He’s right.

  I’d come home from school tired and grumpy…but horny as hell.

  Oakley lifted me onto the kitchen counter and started going down on me with that serpent tongue of his.

  One thing led to another, and well…

  Here we fucking are.

  Given I still have another year of college left, getting knocked-up wasn’t part of the plan.

  However, the second I found out I was pregnant…everything felt right.

  Until now.

  Because right now it hurts so much, it’s taking everything in me not to punch my doctor in his stupid fucking face because the epidural he said would help hasn’t one bit.

  “Breathe,” Oakley urges as another contraction rips through me.

  “I’m breathing,” I grit through my teeth.

  “Just a little longer,” the doctor says. “We’re almost there.”

  “We’ve been almost there for the past twenty-four hours and sixteen minutes, you damn liar.”

  Just when I’m positive I can’t take another second of this, the door to my hospital room opens.

  Cole holds up a giant bag of what looks like fast-food in front of his face as he strides over. “How’s everything going in here, fam?” He plops down in the empty chair next to Oakley and smiles. “I brought us some munchies while we wait for my nephew to greet us.”

  Irritation crawls up my spine as I turn to Oakley. “I will chop your friend’s body up into little itty-bitty pieces and bury them in various parts of the world—places where they'll never ever find him—if you don’t get him and his fucking food the hell out of here now.”

  Nodding, Oakley slaps Cole’s back. “Cole, you gotta go, man. You’re making my wife homicidal.”

  Cole snorts. “As opposed to any other ti—”

  I fling my cup of ice chips at him. “Get out—”

  I curse when another agonizing contraction comes.

  Eyes wide, Cole quickly scurries out of the room.

  “Okay, Bianca,” the doctor says. “I’m really gonna need you to push now.”

  I grip the side of the bed. “I’ve been pushing.”

  If I push any harder, I’ll spontaneously combust.

  “I know, but you’re gonna have to push mor
e.”

  Defeat flows through me and I sag against the pillow.

  “Oakley, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. He’s just gonna have to stay inside me forever.”

  Gripping my hand, he stands up. “Yes, you can.” He kisses my knuckles. “I know it hurts. But when it’s all over, you won’t remember the pain.”

  I glare at him.

  “Okay, fine,” he amends. “You’ll remember the pain, but it will all be worth it.” He drops his forehead to mine. “You’re the strongest person I know, baby girl. You got this.”

  Oakley was right.

  Twenty-five hours of grueling labor was so worth it.

  Every ounce of pain and sadness in my life was worth it for this incredible moment right here.

  Because the second I laid eyes on my son for the first time…my heart exploded.

  I stare down at his perfect little sleepy face. He’s so gorgeous it takes my breath away.

  I glance at Oakley who can’t stop smiling. “He’s so perfect.”

  “I know.” The tips of his fingers press into the curve of my jaw. There’s so much love in his eyes, my chest somehow feels both light and heavy at the same time. “Thank you.”

  Our lips meet in a feather-light kiss…just as the door opens.

  Cole, Sawyer, Jace, Dylan, and Wayne barrel inside the room and circle around my bed.

  “Oh, my God,” Dylan sighs. “He’s the cutest baby in the world.”

  “I can’t tell which one of you he takes after more,” Jace says.

  “About damn time he showed up,” this from Cole.

  Wayne beams. “Can I hold my grandson?”

  Sawyer’s eyes become glassy and she reaches for a tissue. “I can’t believe one of us has one of them.”

  After handing him over to Wayne, I rub her growing belly. “I can’t wait to meet my niece and nephew.”

  Jace sucks in a breath. “I can’t believe I’m an uncle.” Pulling out his phone, he snaps a picture of his nephew. “By the way, Dad wanted me to tell you he’ll be here soon. He’s on a plane headed back from Australia so it’s taking him longer than expected.”

  Smiling, Wayne looks down at his grandson and coos, “I’m your grandpa and I’m going to spoil the shit out of you, so you better get used to it.” Pride illuminates his face as he hands him to Oakley. “I can’t wait for your sister to meet him, Oak. He’s beautiful.”