The lingering desire in Clay’s touch. Or the possession in Royal’s actions. I wasn’t used to being wanted the way these boys did me.
We met in the backseat, lips clashing in a shower of sparks. The first night we were together was incredible in every way, but there was something different about this kiss and what was to come. Royal and I weren’t kids anymore. We were older. Sharper. Jaded. Smashed to pieces and then put back together not quite right. I was the girl he talked off the ledge. He was the boy still dangling on the edge.
“Don’t be gentle,” I gasped. “Fuck every bit of this awful weekend out of me.”
Royal scraped my bottom lip between his teeth. “Whatever the princess wants today, she gets.”
I couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. Royal panted in my ear, biting my lobe as I shoved his jeans down. Our clothes came off in a flurry of grunts and filthy promises.
“I should’ve fucked you while the triplets listened outside the door.” Royal licked a stripe between my breasts, collecting the sweat beading on my overheated skin. “Give my little screamer what she wants.”
Grabbing my hips, Royal flipped me on my hands and knees. “From here on, I’m not showing that much restraint. When I want you, I’m taking you.” His finger found the bundle of nerves between my legs. “Unless you have objections.”
“No objections h-here,” I breathed. Royal was squeezing and tormenting my clit between two rough, calloused fingers. He shoved two digits inside of me and my knees gave out. “You have two years to make up for.”
Royal picked up speed and I clutched the door, moaning as I rocked back, matching his frantic pace. “Two years’ worth of sex is a lot to make up for in two weeks.”
“I didn’t say you had to make it up in two weeks.”
It was hot in the car. Sweat stuck my hair to my forehead and slicked the leather seats.
“I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”
Crooking his fingers, he found the spot. I kicked back, smacking him square on the ass as I gave him the screams he accused me of. “No,” I cried. “It was... a week. Definitely one week!”
“Oh, baby, did I miss you.”
Royal’s erection was digging in my thigh. I wanted it inside of me now, and kicked him again to convey the hint. His chuckle filled the car.
“Easy, Em. I have my orders. One hard fuck coming up. But first, we’re picking up where we left off.”
Royal pulled out. Taking me by the neck, he drew me up, pressing my face to his. His breath cascaded over my lips. “Lick it clean,” he ordered. “Just one. Save the other for me.”
I swallowed his finger to the knuckle, sucking it like a lollipop.
“Mmmh.” Royal licked my cheek. “See how sweet you taste, princess? Better than that cream stuff you love.”
My sex was near enough weeping. I thought Cassius and I got up to some kinky fun but my dark prince was on another level.
“Bend over.”
I dropped—ass in the air, chest on the seat. I was so ready for him, I couldn’t stay still. Wiggling and rocking my hips back and forth. The sound of a wrapper broke through my fog.
“We don’t need that,” I said. “I’m on the pill.”
“Sorry, Em. I was an eighteen-year-old’s mistake. I always bag it up.”
I smacked the door. “I’m not one of your random hook-ups! And nothing we do could be a mistake. I want to feel you, Royal! Just you. I get what I want today.”
“You gotta be—! Fuck!”
The condom landed on the floor beside me. Royal melded our bodies in one single thrust. The thrill of my victory washed under stronger, primal emotions.
He started pumping and I arched off the seat, fingers curling around the handle.
“That’s it, princess. Scream for me.”
I did.
There was no holding back. I moaned so loudly it covered the sounds of our bodies.
Royal pounded that spot with a single-minded determination that would have earned him a medal if making me come was a sport. My head bumped the door on every thrust. Fireworks exploded in my mind as he drove me closer and closer.
I wasn’t stupid or blind to the consequences of our bare romp. What I wanted from him was exactly what I said: Royal. The two of us had been separated by space, time, differing worlds, others’ mistakes, and hate. I had my boy in the flowers back and nothing would separate us again.
Royal thrusted and