takes the jacket, holding it to her chest before slipping it on. “Thanks.”
It’s the strangest thing. Now that I’ve found her, I want to leave. There’s something depressing about watching her hunch down in the dirt.
She stands, grabbing my hand before I can take another step away.
“Please don’t leave.”
“You want me. You don’t want me. Make up your mind, love. I’m getting whiplash from your mood swings.”
Daisy sucks in her bottom lip, looking cowed. “I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize for what I said.”
“Which part, exactly?”
It’s not like I don’t know, but it’s fun to watch her squirm.
“The part where I said you were obnoxious and—about your dad. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
Scared blue eyes stare at me. “I’m just overwhelmed with everything.”
“I can tell.” I touch her chin, sweeping my hand over her cool cheek. “You think our fights are bad now? Wait until after we’re married.”
Her lips tremble, and then horror fills my chest as tears slowly build up in her eyes. God, it was a joke!
“What did I say?”
“Nothing. It’s not you. I’m just nervous as hell. I don’t think I can do this!”
The wedding. The cameras. All the media attention is getting to her.
“Yes, you can. It won’t be that bad.”
“There will be cameras everywhere recording everything I say.”
“You won’t be saying anything to the cameras. There’s an oath you have to memorize, but that’s about it. I thought you wanted to be a journalist?”
“This is not the same.”
“Sure it is, love. You’re just on the other side.”
“I’m not supposed to be the subject!”
“It’s not so easy on the other side, is it?”
She mouths a no as I wrap my hands around her, kneading the back of her neck.
“Celebrity journalism was never my area of interest.”
“I know.”
“I would never write what those people write about us.”
“The ceremony is more boring than anything else, and cameras won’t be allowed at the reception. You can get pissed at dinner. I know I will.”
An involuntary shudder runs through her body. “No. I’m definitely not drinking.”
“Besides, you have me to look forward to. That alone should get you through the ceremony, no problem.”
Her eyes wrinkle. “You?”
“Yeah, me. Prince cock, inside you for the first time. Do you know what? It’ll be my first time fucking a princess.”
“Liam.”
“Don’t ‘Liam’ me. This charade has gone on long enough. I want you, and you want me. Let’s not pretend the car incident never happened.”
She gives me a look as if to say, “What car incident?”
“The moment we get back to my room, and I mean the very moment the doors are closed, I’m making you mine.”
“You’ll make me?”
“I—”
All the words drain out of my head she cups my balls. She raises an eyebrow as she reaches back, gathering all of me in her hand. Then she squeezes. A jolt of pleasure runs up my cock, which grows in her hand. It spills out of her fingers, and then she starts moving them up and down my length. Blood roars in my ears as she shamelessly jacks me off in the plain view of the path of the garden.
“Are you trying to give the tabloids more fodder?”
She gives me a coy smile that makes me want to push her to the ground and rip her clothes off. My hands move down her neck to that tantalizing V showing a hint of her cleavage. And no bra. I slip my finger along her neckline, pulling until I can see her small, pink nipple. The bud is hard as a diamond. I slip my hand down, groping one of her tits through the t-shirt. Oh my God. Without the bra, I can feel her warmth. It’s not nearly as good as holding tits in bare hands though.
“Fuck.”
I realize I don’t care why the hell she’s touching my cock, so long as she keeps doing it.
There’s a wet patch on my pants, and Daisy smiles sweetly as she unzips me. She slides her perfect hands over my ass, tugging my briefs down. Anyone could walk by and see Prince Liam’s bare ass in broad daylight and his fiancée standing in front of him.
Let’s face it. It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done.
She wraps her hand around my cock and tugs hard. I let out a small groan, balling my hand into a fist.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you against a tree.”
“I have no intention of stopping. You’ve been pissing me off and trying to get me to fuck you for days. Well, you won. I