Prince With Benefits: A Billionaire Royal Romance (47 page)

Finding my reserve energy, I wrap my arms and legs around him, dragging my hips to his. We
bang
ourselves together, hot and wet and desperate, as if we're human mirrors for the fire erupting in the sky.

A huge white firework bursts at just the right time to drown out my first climax.

It's a rush like it always is. I hold on tight and drag my nails down his neck, trying to hang on, trying to keep my sanity as my body feels like it's imploding. Lightning pulses through me. Orgasm hits my brain and buries me. The spasms pick me up like a rough tide, clenching all around his length and pulling him deeper, harder, greedier.

Ty grunts and pulls out when I've finally stopped coming. I look up, wondering if he came too, but I usually feel his molten heat.

He reaches for my hips with a wild urgency that says
fuck no.
He flops back on the wood and positions me on top of him, working my sopping wet slit back down on his length. I spread my legs wide, devouring him from above, watching as he sinks into me and fills me whole.

Ty's hands cup my ass and he gives both cheeks a sharp slap. I jump, and it's just the kick I need to get moving on his cock.

“Ride me, baby. Ride me so fucking hard I forget to breathe.”

Oh, God.
“You know I want to,” I mutter. It's hard to form words when he's owning every inch of my pussy.

My hands go down his chest and spread out on his warm, impossibly muscular surface. His thrusts start rising to meet my hips. His thrusts pick me up and down like it's nothing.

We fuck hard and long. The fireworks keep coming, faster now, adding a thousand new colorful stars to the dark summer sky.

My hips rock furiously. The sea isn't doing much to cool us down, and I don't care. I'm dripping sweat all over him, and still we keep going, slippery and wet, starving for release. His fingers pinch deep into my ass cheeks, hauling up and down his dick. He slams me against him over and over, bouncing me like the fuck toy I've become.

And I'm okay with that. Hell, I'm
happy.
My sole purpose for living tonight is to blow his mind.

Tonight, something's different. Maybe we realize we're about to go home and face the very bleak music, or maybe love is in the air. Whatever it is, we've
never
fucked like this.

I didn't dare think it could get even better than all the nights he's rocked my body, but it does. He pounds into me with his whole body, his soul, sending crazed energy through every curve sticking to my bones.

My breasts flop so hard I can't even feel my nipples. My pussy's never been so wet, leaking all over him, pinching his cock tighter each time I come to pull him deeper still.

The grand finale starts, on the ship and in the sky.

Ty's strokes hit deep, growling like the beast he is, fucking me so hard my knees bang on the ship's deck each time I come down. I can't imagine how hard he's being rattled too, but we're both too far in the pleasure zone to care.

I swear to God the ship's bobbing from our sex, and it's not just the ocean. A huge, blinding flash lights up everything, and he pulls me close, shoving his lips to my ear and sinking his cock womb deep.

“I'm fucking coming, Claire. Give the fuck up.”

His cock swells inside me a second later and I feel the first thick rope of his seed. I come on the spot, pinching my teeth together so hard I think they're going to break.

My eyes roll back and I jerk my body up, throwing my head back, grinding my hips into his as his cock pumps lava into my depths. His balls keep heaving it up into me, pulsing and shooting, filling me until I completely overflow. New screaming fireworks hit the sky, drowning out our love screams.

The same merciless fire bathes everything.

Above and below, inside and out, all over the fucking place.

I can't even take it all in as ecstasy pulls me in deeper, drowning me for what feels like an hour. We keep rutting on each other for a small eternity. When I finally come down from it, I'm gasping for air, and only the last reverberations above us hit my ears.

A minute later, he's holding me, gently stroking my hair. It's quiet, and deeply satisfying.

Ty pulls out of me and keeps his hard-on nestled against my thigh. I swear he doesn't go soft. It's just as well, because I know we'll be right back at it soon.

It doesn't seem to matter how much we fuck. It's never enough for me, never enough to completely scratch the itch that's always there when my flesh touches his.

He reaches up, brushes my messy hair away from my face, and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You know how fucking much I love you, babe?”

My eyes snap open. We lock eyes for a moment, and then my gaze softens. I can't help but smile. I also can't believe that he's beaten me to saying it, and my heart swells faster than the rest of me.

I lean in, give him a long, salty kiss. “Of course I do. I love you too, Ty.”

It's the perfect beginning to a flawless night. This is one of those nights where time breaks apart and blurs, losing itself in the darkness and passion.

The night cools around us as we lay and fuck, stopping only for snacks and drinks conveniently waiting around the corner. Caviar and champagne make our evening more decadent than ever, and I take my fill of everything.

We're still fucking by the time there's light on the horizon. Ty has me on all fours, hammering into me from behind, fisting my hair in one hand so fierce it promises to leave me sore tomorrow.

I'm going to be a mess tomorrow, and I don't care, damn it. The sun coming up doesn't even bother me.

Tomorrow isn't official until we're back in Bellingham, plotting the rest of our lives, and that won't be for several days. After a night like this, I believe we can do anything.

We're unstoppable – aren't we? I can't imagine anything that'll come between us, even if our parents try to destroy this beautiful thing we've tasted.

One thing's for sure – his thrusts don't stop until my mouth forms an O and I'm completely breathless, bent over, and coming my heart out to the sound of the day's first seagulls squawking their way to shore.

* * *

W
e take
our sweet time getting back home, almost a full week. The dream lasts as long as it possibly can, and I squeeze it for dear life. Unfortunately, there's no way to keep dreaming forever until you hit reality face first.

When we start to feel the cooler bite of Washington's mid-July waters, my heart sinks. It's two more days to home. My mind runs wild with all the grim possibilities we're going to find back at Gary's estate.

I tell myself I'm ready for anything, and I hope to God I mean it. I know I don't care what happens, just as long as I get to stay with Ty.

I swear I'm prepared for anything. They can try to put Ty in handcuffs or send me away from him, but we'll always find our way together again. We have to.

Mom and Gary can't control me. I'm twenty-two, for fuck's sake.

Sure, my first job was a bust and money's dwindling, but there's got to be a way to make this work. I'm smart, I'm motivated, and I'm in love.

That's got to count for more than all the hell our parents can throw at us.

Ty feels it too. He looks more serious when he's steering the ship into familiar waters, and he's not quite as playful when we stop in the marinas for drinks and dinner each night.

Thankfully, the sex is just as explosive as ever. I've got to set an extra reminder to take my pill with all the craziness going on. One night with this animal and no protection is plenty to leave any girl knocked up – probably with triplets.

I'm at his side when the dark day finally arrives. It looks like nothing's changed at the huge estate on the hill, surrounded by the dark forest. The tall castle looms over the horizon, just as cold and imposing as ever, and Ty navigates the ship carefully toward the boathouse.

We're coming in after midnight, and I'm grateful for the darkness. Maybe it means we'll have a chance to camp out and rest before dealing with some serious crap tomorrow.

“Come on, babe. We're here,” he says, as soon as the ship's engine stops droning.

He takes my hand and leads me out, extending the stairs so we can walk down to the dock. It's a warm night, dark as thick mud, and it's like we never left.

I try not to freak out or worry as we exit the boathouse and head toward the house. There's no car waiting for us, of course. I don't know what's happened to either of our cars since we left.

Ty leads me on the long, slow walk, carefully passing along a few points off the main path so we don't alert security. We're coming through the gate near the back, right next to the huge pool, when we see a light on behind the massive glass panes.

“Shit! Stay the fuck down.”

I duck, but it's too late.

Joan gazes right at us, frozen behind the huge glass door, a small squeegee for cleaning windows in her hand. Ty growls, shakes his head, and curses again.

“Come on, babe. Let's get this the hell over with. She saw us.”

My heart starts pounding with every step we take. Tension lines the older woman's face as we draw closer, but she pops the door and holds it out for us.

I don't have a fucking clue what I'm going to say. Jesus, I don't know what Ty's going to say or do either. It's dangerous. If we have to confront our parents now, someone might end up getting killed.

We're not ready.
I'm
not ready for this. We haven't rehearsed or planned anything.

Joan speaks first. “Welcome home.”

Ty cocks his head. I stand next to him, nervous and tight lipped as a guilty kid next to teacher.

“Thanks. You gonna tell my old man we're back, or what?”

Joan's face softens. “I won't do that, Tyler. I don't care what he threatens this time. I've been ready to walk out the door for weeks without looking back now that I've seen somebody who has the courage to do it.”

That makes me grin. I step forward, give her a hug on impulse. It's too hard to contain the relief humming through my veins.

Ty seems a little more uneasy, but he's not fighting mad.

“We're leaving soon,” he says. Then he does something that almost drops me to the floor.

He steps forward and throws his arms around the woman, pulling her tight, the way a man hugs his mother after a long time away.

“Lady, I don't give a fuck what he does either. You're family as far as I'm concerned. You're welcome to follow us up to Alaska or wherever the fuck we end up anytime, if you can stand the cold.”

Jesus, he's right. I really might have to follow him up there to stay together. I have no idea what I'll do for work, but keeping Ty in my life means everything. That's what love is, and I'm watching it spill over onto the old servant in his embrace, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“I'll pack my best sweaters, Tyler.”

“You got it. Now, we'll get the hell outta your way so you can get back to work. Hopefully it's just about the last you'll do in this house. Come on, babe.” He pulls away and I follow him, shooting one last smile over my shoulder at Joan.

I've never seen her look so happy. To be fair, I've never seen her do much of anything except clean up after us, but the gratitude flashing in her face doesn't lie.

You can't buy that kinda loyalty, and it makes my heart swell. It's sweet to see my man do the right thing too, proof that the heart hiding in his rough exterior doesn't only open to me.

We head for his room and shut the door behind us. I inhale deeply, amazed that it's still got his scent after all these weeks away. Good thing too. His masculine richness helps calm me down. It's hard to worry about us being back here, staring down the barrel of a gun, when he truly surrounds me like this.

He steps out into the middle of the floor and starts to get undressed. It's amazing, really. He's so chill. Deciding to follow his example, I stand up from his bed and strip, enjoying the nighttime coolness against my body.

“You're magic, babe,” he says, stepping close to me. “Gotta be. There's no other explanation for why the hell you look just as beautiful when we're under the sun or moon or rolling rain. Shit, even when we're back in this God forsaken place...”

I blink, then feel a big grin coming. “Hm. When did you turn into such a poet?”

He wraps his strong arms around me. If I'm forever beautiful in his eyes, then he's forever huge, forever hard, forever a superman in mine.

I can't imagine anything that'll ever break his brute strength. Being in the ring with Fat Boy came close, but he won, using the same persistence that's natural to him.

One hand runs down my back, fingers spread, before they stop next to my ass and give me a sharp whack, ending in a possessive grab. He's growling, tickling my cheek with his stubble, pressing his lips to my ear.

“I'm in an artsy-fartsy mood tonight. Call it nostalgic. This might be the last time we ever fuck in this bed. Better make it count,
Sis.
”

My breasts flatten deliciously against his chest as he pushes me to the bed. The kisses keep coming, hot and feral. We're tired after the long journey in, not to mention the stress, but I'd be certifiably insane to pass up sex.