silence builds between us as he looks through the window.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“You couldn’t know,” he says with a sigh. “It’s my fault.”
“But I sent the guard away.” My hands shake as I remember the crowd pressing in on us from all sides.
“I knew better than to just show up here.”
“A-at an old ruin?”
His mouth sours, bitterness etched in every line of his face. “Daisy, I can’t just show up to places. I have to make proper arrangements with security, talk to people beforehand.”
I try to imagine every outing dictated by something like that, and I can’t. “What if you want to go to a ball game?”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean? I thought you said you could do anything.”
“I was fibbing. I can’t just show up impulsively to a football match. It would cause a riot. It’s just not safe.”
I didn’t realize I could ever feel pity for someone with so many riches. He can’t even walk to the grocery store or actually even enjoy the countryside. Taking a walk without a security team? Unthinkable.
Liam shrugs. “It’s who I am, Daisy. There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“I didn’t realize how bad it was.”
“Do you feel sorry for me now?” he says in a suspiciously cheerful voice.
“A little.”
“Sorry enough to do something for me?”
“I’m not blowing you in the car!”
His grin widens.
The welcoming crowd at Kirkenhaum is the largest I’ve ever seen. Tanned stone buildings pass by, reminding me of Bath.
“This reminds me of Bath.”
Liam leans back, seething. “We are not English.”
“I know that. Your inability to queue proves that.”
“Stop comparing us to the fucking English.”
“All right. Geez, you’re crabby.”
“I don’t want to hear another comment comparing our culture to theirs.”
“But there are similarities.”
He waves his hand. “Only an American would say that, and that’s because you have hot dogs and American football for your culture.” Liam shoots me an icy glare as he ducks to open the window on the ceiling.
“Hot dogs and football? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Just calling it as I see it, love.”
He grins at my outrage as he stands up in the car to wave to the people. He has no fucking idea what he’s talking about, the idiot.
I sit back in my seat, resolving to get back at him. Anger beats against my chest as I watch his foolish, smiling face that beams at the crowd. Then I look at his waist, which is completely unguarded.
I smile to myself as I sit forward and lay my hand on Liam’s thigh. His muscles tense as I massage his leg, and then my other hand joins. I grab both of his legs, working my fingers through the knots in them. I work them over to his belt buckle and slowly pull the strap. Poor Liam is helpless to stop me. I tug the belt from his pants, looping it in my hands as I debate whether to spank him with it. No, too far. But I graze it along his legs, making him twitch violently.
Laughing to myself, I throw it aside and unzip his pants. He’s already half-hard, the tight black briefs straining with his cock. I touch him, desire thrumming between my legs as I take all of him in my hands and squeeze.
Liam smiles brilliantly at the crowd, still waving at them with enthusiasm. Let’s see how the prince does with his cock in my mouth.
I tease him first, sliding my fingers under his briefs and running them along his warm skin. He tenses when I kiss the tantalizing bump straining the cotton. Then I slide my hands up the backs of his legs and under his underwear to grab his firm ass. I touch his gorgeous legs, catching his cock in my fist as it bounces free. I stroke him slowly, occasionally glancing up to gauge his reaction. I open my mouth, breathing hot air over the pebbled head. The excitement from how hard he is for me warms my body like drinking something hot.
My lips touch his head. I flick my tongue over his clean skin, feeling the vein on the underside of his cock rush with blood. I laugh with him in my mouth, closing my lips around him as I take him in, feeling him slide down my throat.
Liam’s smile falters. He grabs on to the car as though for support.
I swirl my tongue around his head before I ram his cock down my throat. I run my lips along his length, licking at his underside. Liam closes