Prince With Benefits: A Billionaire Royal Romance (48 page)

It makes me feel alive, reminds me of everything we've built. When he pushes between my legs a second later, grabbing my hips and wiggling them to take his cock deeper, I see our whole future.

And yes, it's really a
future
together, more than just endless naked romps. I see us growing old together.

This thing is more than temporarily losing our minds on a hot, forbidden summer tryst. This crazy affair's going to last forever. I don't care who says it's wrong, or how often they scream it in my face.

I'm going to do it. I'm going to build a life with this man, just as soon as I can stop losing my mind on his dick every night we're together.

He's thrusting hard now. His hips hammer into mine, and he leans down one breast, dragging my nipple against his teeth. He catches it and sucks hard, letting another growl slip, vibrating me right to the bone.

God, I love fucking him. Only him. With Ty, I'm not even curious about anyone else. I don't care that he's the only man I'll have for the rest of my life. Instinct tells me no other man comes close, and giving him my V-card was just the start.

I'm going to give him everything.
Everything.

The thrusts deepen. My pussy tingles with delight, creaming and tightening on his cock. My hands go over my head, helping me push my body up to meet his. We're colliding, fucking at a more frantic, anxious pace than we did on the yacht, but it's just as amazing as ever.

Ty's teeth form a tight ring around my nipple. The energy hits the bolt coming up from my pussy and my nerves ignite, crying for release.

It comes a couple seconds after he kicks his thrusts into overdrive. I'm no longer attached to a gorgeous man. There's over two hundred pounds of rock solid fuck pressure between my legs, slamming me deep, filling me to my breaking point.

Oh, God. Oh, Ty. Oh – fuck!

My head snaps back and I come, reaching desperately for a pillow to stuff into my mouth before I scream so loud the house lights up. Snarling, Ty drills hard and steady, baring his teeth before he holds his swelling length to my womb and lets go.

The loud clap of his balls on my ass stops. Next thing I know, he's filling me, pouring his liquid heat into my core. It makes me come so hard I shake, whimpering into my pillow, keeping it between my teeth so I don't chip a tooth as they grind together.

Orgasm doesn't describe it. This is a climax, a crescendo, a peak so high I'm bound to wind up a little battered when I jump off it. And I do, falling straight into the wonderful mass of man surrounding me, spilling himself into me, driving his seed to my depths.

This is the medicine we need tonight. It's clear when he finally pulls out, and my heart doesn't slow to a dull thud. I should be dreading tomorrow.

Instead, I'm more content than ever, wrapped up in his arms. He holds me tight while I press my thighs together, trying to keep what he's given me inside. I don't want to lose his heat.

I don't want to lose him.

“I love you, Ty,” I whisper in the darkness, nuzzling his shoulder.

“Love you twice as much, babe.” I blink, surprised by the challenge, and he smiles. “What? You gotta be crazy if you think your heart pumps harder than mine. I'm more than twice your fucking size.”

I snicker and roll my eyes, settling in on his warmth. Yeah, he's still a fire breathing asshole when he wants to be.

But he's
my
asshole, damn it, and I'm willing to put up with his crap for all the joy he brings.

* * *

“
Y
ou useless fucking cunt
! If you're not going to help me find them, then get the fuck out of my way!”

I jerk up like the house is burning the next morning. At first, I think the harsh, deafening words are a nightmare, and then I think they came from Ty. But he's sitting up next to me, eyes wide open, tight lipped.

That can't be Gary...can it? Holy fucking shit.

“Wait! Please, wait, Mister Sterner! You can't go down there!” Joan's voice sounds small, muffled, desperate. It cracks like tears are piercing through it.

“Get dressed, babe.” That's all Ty says right before the staircase down the hall thunders.

He doesn't wait for me to move. Ty jerks me out of bed and grabs my clothes off the floor, throwing them into my hands. I try to follow his lead, dressing as quickly as I can, but the world won't wait.

Angry fists start beating on his bedroom door.

Ty doesn't have time to put his shirt on. He stands in front of me like a wall, ready to destroy anything that comes through the door to threaten us. And it does a second later when the door blows open, so loud I think the hinges snap.

“Oh, God! Fuck.
Damn it!
” Gary's beet red face stops and stares at us. He takes one look at us half undressed and stumbles backward, smashing his trembling fists against the walls. “It's true, it's true, it's goddamned true...”

I notice he's holding a newspaper or magazine in one hand. Ty steps forward, his lips quivering like a dog getting ready to bite.

“Something you wanna say,
Dad?
Had a funny feeling you'd greet us like this after we came home. Didn't put a scratch on your precious
Stingray,
in case you're worried. You're gonna give us the same respect.”

He rips himself up in a flurry and stands tall. For a second, I think he's stupid enough to try getting through Ty, into the room, but he stops. The newspaper flies out of his hand and hits the floor where we're standing.

“I've got nothing else to say to you that these goddamned jackals haven't said for me, you ungrateful little idiot. I've got nothing to say to this fucking whore either!”

He shoots an accusatory finger toward me. Despite standing behind Ty, I want to dig a hole into the floor and hide forever. Seeing this billionaire aim his long-bottled hellfire my way makes my heart want to stop.

Still, I have to see what the hell's got him so riled up. Before Ty can lunge and beat his father to smithereens, I reach in front of him, snatch up the paper, and give it a good shake.

BILLION DOLLAR BEDFELLOWS! GARY STERNER'S SON SEXING HIS NEW SISTER, EX-REP. AMANDA FROST'S DAUGHTER!

WHO EVER SAID LOVE, POLITICS, AND MONEY CAN'T MINGLE?

Okay, now my heart really does stop. I barely have the energy to tug at Ty's sleeve and whisper his name. His eyes dart down to the tabloid and skip over the awful headlines.

We're both staring at the same thing – the pictures. Several are from our unforgettable Fourth of July holiday.

There's Ty and me walking around the beach, hand in hand, smiling as we hold our ice cream cones. Then we're on the deck of the ship, locked in a passionate kiss. The real killer is the one that's half blurred. We're both naked and horizontal on the deck while fireworks light up the sky, a thousand word picture carefully shot by some kinda camera with an amazing zoom from the marina.

I want to gag. I want to die. Mostly, I just want to bawl, and the tears are coming, stabby and brutal.

We tried so hard to keep our relationship under wraps for our own sakes. Obviously, it wasn't hard enough.

“You piece of fucking shit!” Ty explodes, eyes fixed on his father, ripping the paper out of my hands and crunching it in his fist. “Who the fuck did you hire to tail us?”

Gary snorts. “Jesus! You think
I
did this? My God, I really raised a dipshit for a son. Why the hell would I destroy myself when I have your careless, degenerate tryst with your sister to do it for me?”

Ty doesn't move as his dad steps toward us, this time crossing the threshold to his room. I cover my face just as Gary stabs a finger in his chest.

“You're the one who's getting off easy. I've had to live with this nightmare for days. The butt of every late night talk show joke and gossip rag. Poor Mandy, she's heartbroken. She'll be lucky to hold a state rep seat again before she's hit sixty with this kind of scandal. And it's all because you pissed off Jacobsen.”

“Jacobsen?” Ty shakes his head.

My heart slams against my ribs. I feel like I'm going to faint if this was my fault.

“Martin Jacobsen, dummy!” Gary stabs his son in the chest again with his rigid finger. “You know, the big environmental nut. The same man your sick little sister couldn't hold down a job with. Apparently, some knuckle dragging animal got mad because Martin's son asked her out, and fractured the kid's jaw. I know the Neanderthal was you, Tyler, and don't you fucking deny it.”

Gary looks like he's about to blow up and shower us in his gore. Ty looks at the floor, too stunned to speak, undoubtedly feeling the same ruthless ice crawling across my brain.

“Do you know I was supposed to meet the Vice President of the United States next week to talk technology?” Gary growls, shaking his head. “Now, my own goddamned shareholders won't talk to me. It's your fault, Son! Yours, and this sorry little bitch's too! This marriage was a big mistake. Mandy was supposed to bring me closer to the sun, not let her whore of a daughter burn me down.”

His eyes hit me again, blazing with the same nuclear blue fire I've seen in Ty's. I'm stumbling backwards in slow motion, the tears blurring everything.

I feel trapped, pinned down. It's just as bad as the night Karl tried to force himself on me, before Ty burst in to save me. Gary's icy stare
violates
me, forces me to realize that the damage is already done. Ty can't save me this time when we're already fucked.

I'm struggling to breathe as Gary moves again. I watch in horror as the billionaire thumps his finger on Ty's chest, this time closer to his throat. It's the last spark before the powder keg ignites.

It happens in a blur. Ty screams, grabs his scrawny dad by the arms, and picks him up. One savage throw later, Gary's on the floor. There's a sick crunching sound, and I see his foot's twisted unnaturally, a look of sheer horror on his face.

Gary shudders, holding his hands up over his face as Ty closes in.

“You can treat me like dog shit all day, but don't you dare say shit about my woman again! This isn't her fucking fault, old man, and you know it!” Ty stomps forward, puts his foot on his father's chest, and holds it there until he screams. “This is yours! It's your greed, your little business wars, all this Machiavellian horseshit you call a life.”

My God.
I'm afraid he's really, truly going to kill the billionaire asshole in front of me if I don't stop him. I rush forward, tugging at his giant arm, making nonsensical pleas. Pulling on Ty feels like I'm trying to move a thousand pound statue.

Gary's got his hand out, and there's something in it. At first, I think it's just his phone, but it's actually some kind of pager. I'm still screaming as Ty stoops to the floor, picks his dad up, and hurls him against the wall.

Above us, somewhere on the second floor, a woman screams. It's got to be Joan or Mom.

A second later, boots are clattering down the stairs. When I look away from the slow motion murder going on in front of me, there are two big guards in black, men I've seen before with their golden security badges stenciled neatly in their dark shirts.

“Shoot him! Shoot him!” Gary screams, twisting his neck as Ty's fingers reach for his throat. “For Christ's sake!”

My brain wants to shut down. That's when another big guard joins his comrades, and so does Mom, stepping down behind him. Her jaw drops when she realizes what she's seeing, and we both share a look that says it all.

This. Can't. Be. Happening.

“Claire? Gary? Oh my God.” She blinks, inert for the next three seconds. “Everybody stop!”

No one's listening. The third guard fumbles for something at his side. I can't fucking stand the thought of Ty getting killed in front of me by this monster, but my brain won't let me move, can't fully comprehend there's a gun coming out and it's going to shoot the love of my life.

It's just like a movie.

Father and son are still screaming, struggling as my instinct comes back. I leap in front of them. Something bright and impossibly fast hits me in the stomach, right above the belt, and everything becomes a howling white light.

My whole world turns into needles. All my muscles become crackling ice. I've never felt anything like it – not even close. I can't scream or cry or even breathe. I never imagined being shot would be anything like this, and then I realize it's because it isn't a bullet going into me.

I never find out how many bolts the Taser screams through my body. It hurts so bad I'm certain I black out for a few seconds.

When I come to, my body feels like it's been drained, cooked. I don't know if I've been out for seconds or hours.

All I hear is Mom screaming nearby. Ty's on top of me, shaking, the electric probe he's pulled out of my skin bouncing in his fingers.

Gary roars incomprehensibly as he's pushed aside. Mom and Joan somehow reach me through the commotion. They grab me by both arms and start dragging me down the hall, toward the thick glass and the pool.

I keep waiting for Ty to look at me, but he's shaking like he's grabbed an electric fence, his huge arms and legs twisting unnaturally. Then I see the other guards around him, holding their Tasers. He's been hit by no less than two, maybe three of the goddamned things, and he's still screaming, trying to fight it.