out. They’re far more excited to receive them from him than me. A small fight breaks out in the crowd as a few of them play tug-of-war over one of the t-shirts. Liam laughs as he watches them.
A guard slides up to him. “Your Highness, we should leave.”
More people surge into the area as word about the t-shirts spreads, and then people are lunging over the white fences to reach the half-filled tub. We grab handfuls of shirts and pass them around. Angry voices join the cacophony, and I look up, grinning to see a man thrusting through the crowd. He lifts his sign.
AMERICUNT.
The smile disappears from my face as though it’s been slapped off.
“Bloody fucking hell.” Liam drops the rest on the ground and takes my arm, looking worried. “Let’s go.”
The man with the sign is rebuffed by security. The snap of wood as they destroy the sign carries over the intense roar. Liam’s protective arm wraps around my back as he steers me toward the car. I duck my head, and the crown narrowly misses the edge. Liam follows me, sweeping into the car gracefully before the door slams shut.
This was what I was afraid of.
The annoyance hasn’t quite disappeared from his face as he settles into his seat. “I’m sorry about that. He shouldn’t have gotten anywhere near the barricade.”
He looks at me with a worried expression as though gauging how upset I am.
“I’d be slightly more pissed if this was my actual wedding.”
He makes a sound deep in his throat, his eyes playful again. “You’re wearing my ring. It doesn’t get any more real than this.”
My heart pounds as he takes my hand impulsively, his thumb running over my knuckles and tracing the ring.
“It’s stunning on you. You look beautiful.”
A hot drop slips down my throat as I meet his potent gaze, and another thrill runs through my body when his lips pull into a smile.
“Thanks. You, ah, look very handsome too. I like the jacket.”
“Chicks always dig the uniforms.”
“That word sounds so ridiculous in your accent.”
“What’s ridiculous is that we’re not snogging right now in the car.”
I can’t stop the flood of heat when he turns his head, still holding my hand to knead my joints. The last time we were in a car, he reached under my dress and fucked me with his fingers.
“What would you say if I wanted to play a little game with you tonight?”
The car lurches forward as I blow out a shaky breath. “What?”
“We both try to turn the other on during the reception. Whoever gives in loses.”
“What do you mean, ‘gives in’?”
“Whoever can’t withstand seduction cries uncle, and then we go back to my room to fuck.”
“That doesn’t really sound like you have anything to lose.”
“My pride.”
“I have a better idea.”
I can’t believe I’m going along with this.
He leans in, eyes widening. “Go on.”
“You touch my tits ten times throughout the reception without looking skeevy and you win.”
He smiles to himself. “I like that idea.”
“If I win, you have to do something humiliating. You have to go to the balcony and show your cock to the world.”
He raises his eyebrow. “That wouldn’t be humiliating for me.”
“I would enjoy watching that.”
“I bet you would. If I win, you have to expose your breasts.”
My face burns at the thought.
“Are you afraid you’ll lose?”
“Hardly. Ten times is a lot.”
His fingers touch my neck delicately and trail down. Suddenly he dives into my dress and he grabs a handful of breast. Energy rushes into my heart as he squeezes, and I feel a line of desire running from my upper back all the way down to my pussy.
“So, something like this would count?”
I nod, face burning.
“What about the outside of your dress?”
“Nope, doesn’t count.”
“Why do I get the feeling you just want me to fuck you in front of all those people? Princess Daisy.”
“Please don’t ever call me that.”
“Why? It’s what you are.”
“I’m not a princess. I’m just a girl from Berkeley.”
“You might not have royal blood in your veins, but I’ll put royal cum in your pussy.”
“Jesus.”
“No, my name is Prince Liam, and you’ll call me that when I fuck you.”
His lips fall against mine as the heat of his words swirls in my chest like alcohol. He’s my husband; there’s nothing wrong with giving in, having a little taste. He breaks the kiss abruptly, reaching down to adjust his cock. Goddamn it, I can’t get over how screamingly hot he is. There’s no denying it. I touch the back of