Royal Bastard (31 page)

“I’m never letting go,” I said softly. The look of surprise on his face was quickly overcome by the need to give me what I wanted as he gripped my hips and pulled back out, then rammed back into me, almost knocking me senseless. With each lasting stroke we stared into each other’s eyes, falling down as individuals but getting back up, uniting, as one.

Connor led me to my second orgasm, my pussy clenching eagerly around his cock. I clawed my hands into the flesh upon his shoulders, raking my nails up his skin, my toes curling, as he did it again and again, the orgasms multiplying violently before he let out a roar, then my name repeating upon my lips and came. His large body collapsed upon mine.

Overcome with emotion and feelings that I didn’t know how to handle, I stroked his head as he lay on my chest, the harsh sound of our frantic breaths filling the room. This was the game changer. This had solidified everything I had fought to keep at bay for so long.

But the choice had been made, and I wasn’t going to shy away from it now.

“
S
o
, tell me something that I won’t find on the internet.”

I let my fingers run through her hair idly, her head on my chest as we lay in the quiet bedroom, the smell of sex lingering in the air. I felt fucking amazing, like Superman who’d just saved the world, and it was all due to the woman in my arms. I’d always prided myself on having the stamina of a stallion when it came to the bedroom, but one look at her, listening to her sigh and watching her come undone under my touch had left me fighting for control. She was a complete surprise in bed, giving and taking everything I had, a wildcat that I had no chance to tame, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. Round two couldn’t come soon enough. “Well, darling, everything is on the internet nowadays.”

Her hand rubbed tiny circles on my lower abdomen as she huffed against my skin, making me grin. “Not everything. Tell me something that you know, no one else knows. Your darkest secrets or your wildest dreams. I shared my pathetic excuse for a love life with you. The least you could do is return the favor.”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, stroking her back. “Well you already know, my parents are divorced. Most don’t know that they hate each other to this day. I couldn’t even have them at my pro signing day because I was scared they would tear each other apart.”

“Why do they hate each other so much?” she asked softly. I sighed, my mind thinking back to my younger days. “My dad always wanted me to go to football camps and hone my talent. My mom wanted the same, of course, but she also wanted me to excel in school as well, you know, to have a back-up plan. They used to fight constantly about it but my dad would always get his way. Spending money we didn’t really have on some expensive-ass camp in the middle of nowhere, which would make mom blow her top. You know, I don’t think there was a summer that I actually got to spend at home with them, doing family stuff, well at least not after I was nine or ten.”

“You poor thing,” April replied, kissing the area right above my bellybutton lightly. My cock twitched, but I forced it to lie down for now. There would be plenty of time for rounds two, three, and four tonight, but for now it made a change from getting what I could then making my excuses to leave. Listening to her and sharing our stories was refreshing; something I never thought I needed. But of course, I fully planned on enjoying the hell out of the amazing woman who had literally dropped in my lap, saving me.

“Yeah, well, we definitely weren’t that poor,” I joked. “All the money they wasted on me…”

“What do you mean? Look where you are, what you achieved.”

I sighed, and she propped herself up to study me.

“But you just wanted them, didn’t you?”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“No… in fact, I think you hide it too well. And I know how it is wanting more time with your parents.”

I stroked her cheek. “I didn’t mean to bring up anything painful.”

She shook her head and smiled. “I’m okay, this is not about me. I want to hear more about you.”

“Well, after the divorce, I guess you could say I got anything I wanted… they tried to outdo each other, and I know I didn’t help. Probably encouraged it. But then my mom ended up getting remarried and popping out a few kids with my stepdad. And I don’t know if it was guilt or something else but she felt the need to outdo my dad at every Christmas and birthday present. My dad, well, he couldn’t compete, fell on hard times after the divorce, a string of failed marriages and some bad investments nearly taking all he had. Recently he’s tried to get me to back him in what sounded like a scam and then got pissed once he realized I wasn’t going to bite. We haven’t talked in four months. But I can’t help thinking that if I hadn’t loved football so much, begged for all the right equipment, the trips, the camps, then maybe they would still be together.”

April turned her head and looked at me, her expression softening. “Must’ve been rough. But you were a kid, it wasn’t your fault, you know.”

“Yeah, I want to believe that, I do. I just can’t. Makes me think that love is just a hollowed out word. Because how can two people who claimed they loved each other throw it all away like that?”

“You’re totally wrong,” she said with such fierceness it was hard not to believe her, then she snuggled into me. “Love does exist. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, my parents had it and I…” April trailed off.

I swallowed, my mind leaping to finish that sentence. She wanted the fairytale ending and I wanted… hell, what did I want exactly? I did not want what had happened to my parents, which was why, I guessed, I tended to fall at the last hurdle that was commitment. It was final and it was painful. But listening to the opposite end of the spectrum, the happy marriage that April’s parents had made me wonder if it could really work.

“I almost had it, though now that I think about it. It couldn’t have been love because I never felt the way I did with him as I do with…”

I tensed slightly hoping in equal measure that she would or wouldn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t even believe I was thinking along these lines, but I knew exactly what she meant. Something had changed within me, like blinding lights upon the field being switched on and finally illuminating in stark contrast what I’d been missing all this time. “Your ex is an asshole,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “He doesn’t deserve your thoughts.”

She looked up and I took the opportunity to kiss her forehead, a soft kiss that didn’t mean to lead to anything else. “I know,” she sighed, touching my jaw. “And he doesn’t cross my mind anywhere near as much as he used to, trust me. He’s in the past and well, I’m very happy in the here and now.”

She didn’t say future and I didn’t ask. I didn’t even know what to say about the future;
our future
. Could I make a real go of it with April? Inching along, carrying our relationship to the next down, then the next until we were an old married couple in our nineties rocking on our front porch?

“I’m happy here too, with you.”

The past few days had been some of the best days of my entire life and around her, I felt like I could be myself, not some macho football star that has to be constantly
on
, being the complete dick that everyone expected me to be. But just as April made me feel more like I was discovering who I truly was, she was also a weakness that I would have to protect, to hide from the harsh realities that was my dirty but glamorous life. I knew she was strong, but was she strong enough? Being in the limelight was a constant wear and tear, which was one reason I’d gotten along with Crystal so well in the beginning. She knew how to handle herself in those situations, always coming out like a diamond no matter what she was thrown into.

And as my girlfriend—or perhaps more—April would have to do the same. But I couldn’t lose her either. Just the thought made my muscles tighten with rage.

“What’s wrong?” April asked dreamily.

“Nothing,” I replied, not wanting to worry her. It was in that blissful moment I realized I’d completely forgotten to tell her about the bet.
Did she really need to know?
If I told her now, it would spoil everything and I didn’t want to go down the path of her not being around, not yet, not ever if I was being honest with myself. So instead I reached down and kissed her deeply, letting all of my worries, frustration and fears echo through the kiss.

“
Y
ou bastard
!”

I shrieked as Connor strode toward the water, a silly grin on his handsome face. “No! No, don’t you dare do that!”

In his arm was a bucket, one filled with the sugary white sand that he was planning to dump on my head. It was my fault, really. I’d started our mini beach war, taking a bucket of warm water and dumping it on his torso as he lounged in the sand.

He feigned a swing, causing me to scream in delight again, but he dumped the bucket and ran towards me into the water, capturing me around the waist. “I wouldn’t dare dump sand on your pretty little head. There would be too much of it in the bed later on.”

I hit his chest lightly as he kissed my neck, last night’s activities flooding back to me. It had been damn near perfection. Connor was a patient, excellent lover, the best I’d ever had. We had done it for hours, sweat dripping off us, thoroughly ruining the honeymoon sheets, before becoming too exhausted to keep our eyes open, eventually drifting off asleep, our bodies aching, in each other’s arms.

The morning was just as delightful and I was delirious with happiness. I knew I had to reign my giddiness in, in case I scared him off, but he’d given me the perfect chance to calm down when he’d gone for his morning run. In the shower I reflected upon what had happened to us. There were no regrets, no weird, awkward feelings that would have me screaming into the water and wanting to disappear from his sight.

Actually, it felt pretty darn good being in his arms constantly. And to have this all happen in one of the most beautiful places on earth was the proverbial cherry on top. It was like a fairytale, but what was the ending going to be? Would it turn out all okay, the princess getting her happily ever after? Or would it twist into something dark and Grimm?

“What are you thinking?”

I looked up and gave Connor a grin, hoping that the shadows of worry did not reflect in my eyes. “I was thinking about last night.”

“Which part?” he teased, his hands warm on my hips. Today I’d gone for my sexiest swimsuit, leaving the majority of my chest and my waist bare, and practically nothing to the imagination. But his reaction had been priceless; the flare of heat in Connor’s eyes as he’d spied it for the first time was enough to totally make it worth the purchase and hassle of getting my parts and pieces to stay inside the designated triangular sections. His longing made me feel sexy and frisky, so much so I hadn’t been able to wear the bikini for too long before Connor was stripping it off me again.

“I was thinking about how much I enjoyed all of it.”

He gave me that slow, sexy coy smile of his and leaned down, his lips brushing mine. “Me too,” he mumbled against my lips. “For a moment there, I thought you were having second thoughts.”

I shook my head, my fingers dancing across his bare shoulders. “You’re turning pink,” I replied, putting into action some evasive moves to get out of answering. I wasn’t having second thoughts, concerned more about what was going to happen next. I bit my tongue and scolded myself.
Live in the moment. Stop overthinking it!

But I knew I was going to have to give him up in a few days and the thought had my insides all twisted up. I didn’t want for it to just be a holiday fling, but my head was telling me to be realistic. He was a superstar, and I was a nobody. It wouldn’t work. He needed someone like Crystal—well, a better version of her—to be on his arm, someone he could show off and not be ashamed of. Sure, here in the privacy of our little hut and slice of heaven where there were no cameras, it fitted together. But this wasn’t reality. So what that we were great in bed? And I suspected the lurch in my heart whenever I looked at him had nothing to do with lust and everything else to do with that damned other L word.

No, it was idiotic to think we had a chance. He was a playboy afraid of commitment and I was… well, I needed that commitment. It would break my heart to see him out and about town with another woman while I waited for him to call. I couldn’t live like that.

“I am, huh?” he said, his hand sliding down and lifting me out of the water effortlessly. I laughed as he marched deeper into the water, dipping us low until the water nearly came up to my neck. He pulled me close and I wrapped my legs around his waist to stay afloat, giving him a grin.

“Sunscreen would also do the trick,” I replied, cocking an eyebrow at him, as I felt him cock something right back, a hardness pressing against my pussy.

“But then I would have to leave you in this water alone,” he said, his warm hands caressing my skin at my hips, where the ties of my bottoms were. “And I know you would hate for me to leave you here, all alone out at sea.”

His hands dipped lower and I gasped as his fingers drifted over the center of my thigh, a flood of wetness of another kind coming over me. “Connor.”

“What?” he asked innocently as his hand did a second pass.

“We can’t, I mean we shouldn’t,” I sputtered, his hand making my lower half quake with excitement. I wasn’t too shy by any means, but having sex in crystal clear waters mere yards from the beach where any passerby could see? That wasn’t my style… or at least it never had been until I met him.

He turned his head towards the shore. “No one will see us,” he said, his eyebrows waggling up and down. I laughed. He’s surely having me on, I thought, but the voice from earlier was back again, urging me to live a little.

I felt a slight tug and I knew there was no turning back now. Feeling naughty and brave in his arms, him holding me up, I ground my hips, my pussy rubbing against his cock, egging him on.

“See, I was only teasing… but now, there’s no escape, I have to have you right here,” he whispered into my ear, as he nibbled on my earlobe. “I need to see all of you, every last inch.”

“And I want every last inch of you,” I quipped in reply, my pussy swelling and ready for him.

He groaned and dipped his head to my breasts and I arched to meet him. As I hung on tight with my legs anchored around, his hands wandered and with torturous slowness pulled on the two slivers of fabric covering my tits, exposing me. My hard nipples came into view, the salty water splashing over them, and Connor captured one in his mouth. He sucked on me till I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Your turn,” I whispered with hot panting breath, trying to push his shorts down with my calves.

Without hesitation Connor yanked them down and his cock sprang free. It was only a matter of seconds before he plunged into me, and I had to stifle a cry.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, a hand cupping and squeezing my tit and he held onto my hips, using it as leverage to slide in and out of me.

Moans of passion started to slip free from my mouth, till they became gasps then turned into almighty screams.

“Don’t. Stop!” I cried, slamming my eyes shut.

“Never,” he grunted, kneading my ass and slowing his tormenting strokes so that every muscle in my body became engaged. The pressure inside me was too much, I was a volcano ready to burst hot juice all over him.

Bucking on his cock, my eyes shot open and stared into his, my mind no longer my own as he bombarded me with everything he had. I saw only him, and together we came with vicious pleasure as one.

We held onto each other, half floating in the water, his throbbing cock still inside me. That was one for the ages, I thought, and as if he’d read my mind he said, “We’re going to have a hard time beating that…”

I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and slipped out of his embrace. My bottoms were floating away out to sea, and my bikini top, already half off my body, looked like it wanted to join its mate. Nibbling on my lip as I removed the offending item, I glanced at Connor.

“I’m willing to keep trying,” I said, and released the material into the water. His mouth dropped open as he watched me walk towards the shore, my naked body being revealed one inch at a time as I progressed until finally, I could feel the waves buffeting my ankles, and his gaze still upon me.

Standing stark naked on the beach near our hut, I turned to him, my heavy tits swinging and bouncing freely. He was still in the water. “Are you coming or what?” I yelled to him.