Royally In Trouble (Royal, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“Celibacy?” I ask, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Like . . . no sex?” Katla nods. “That would be the definition of celibacy.” “But we sleep in the same room. Don’t you think that would be a touch hard?” Hard . . . Keller is always hard. Hard at night. Hard in the morning. Hard when I get out of the shower. Hard when funnily enough I’m brushing my hair. There’s no way we can be celibate, not with the virility running rampant through that man. Not to mention, I’m a rabid beast, frothing at the mouth, waiting for his next command. It’s positively impossible. We are sex fiends! I need his mouth. His hands. His rock-hard cock. I need him penetrating me all the time. Thrusting. Pulsing! I need to be spanked. Told that I’m a naughty girl. Choked! Oh God, he won’t be able to choke me. How will I ever live? How the hell am I supposed to go on with my daily royal business knowing that when I retreat to my room at night, I won’t be held down by the throat while my man uses me as his own personal fuck toy? Nope, it can’t happen. I won’t be able to survive!

Oh God, reprimanded by my grandfather to keep my clothes on. That’s not right. He knows I’m a rabid sex fiend. That’s . . . problematic. “It won’t be a problem,” Keller says. Of course he would say that. He’s never one to challenge authority, but that means four weeks of no sex. Can he even handle that? No sucking on his balls. No twisting my nipple rings. No flicking my clit. No deep-throated cock sucking. No bent over a bed, butt play . . . Does he not realize that? For the love of God, butt play, Keller! Earth to my fiancé, we’re going to have a case of deep-rooted, almost irreversible blue balls walking down the aisle.

. . . so is he going to ask us if we’ve had sex? Because since we’re being honest, Keller and I have had a lot of sex.” “Lilly,” Keller says under his breath. “What? It’s true. We have. I mean . . . a lot, more than I’ve ever had in my whole life, and probably not something I should be announcing to my grandparents, let alone the king and queen of a country, but I have to put it out there . . . just so much sex that I would have to have a true re-birth in order to be considered a virgin again.” “Jesus,” Keller mutters.

“But that’s not true. Since the engagement, we’ve had even more sex, like . . . so much sex that I had a hard time walking—” “It won’t be a problem,” Keller repeats, shutting me up real quick with a subtle squeeze of my hand.

“You acted as if not having sex with me will just be some easy task to check off your to-do list.” “What did you want me to do? Hump your leg in front of everyone and beg them to reconsider?” “I would have at least felt cherished with that.” I glide my finger along his heated skin. His hand cups my cheek, and he lowers his face close to mine. His irritation fades as he intimately says, “You know I cherish you. You’re my everything, Lilly. But it’s important for me to respect Theo and Katla’s wishes, and if that means keeping my hands off you, then so be it.”

“Well, then, tell me how you two became a couple.” “Now that’s a long, drawn-out story,” Lilly says. “And trust me, it didn’t take forever because of my lack of trying. Just look at the man. I wanted a piece of him as soon as I could get it.” Here we fucking go . . .

Keller scrambles to his feet and gives me the scariest look I’ve ever seen. I shrink in place. “Is, uh, is your butt butt okay?” Why did I say butt twice? Probably because I’ve never seen Keller’s eyebrows so dangerously pointed before. Keller glances up at Elias and says, “We’re done here,” and then he takes off without me. Well . . . I don’t think that could have gone any worse.

“And yes, I have a lot on my plate, but do you know what always comes first in my life?” She pokes my chest. “You. You will always and forever come first. Over this country, over this responsibility that rests on my shoulders. You, Keller. You matter more to me than anything.”

“Fucking say it, because then at least we can get it all out in the open.” “Fine.” His eyes scan me. “I hate that you’re the future of this country. I hate that I fell in love with a princess. Despise it.”

“Because I fell in love with a woman who has a much more important role in this world than loving me back.”

“What?” I ask when she smirks. “You’re more cut, especially the V in your hip.” “Yeah?” I ask. She nods. “Been taking some frustration out during those morning workouts?” “You could say that.” “Well, it’s showing. I can’t wait to strip you down and drag my tongue up and down your body.” I wet my lips, the thought of that happening instantly arousing me. “Don’t make me hard right before the tailor comes in.” She chuckles. “Why not? I think it would be fun for him to have to navigate around your enormous cock.”

“How does the crotch feel?” Tight. Growing with every time my eye catches Lilly’s. Desperate for the girl behind me. “Good,” I answer in a gruff tone that Lilly catches because the smirk on her face grows to a full-on smile. “The butt looks good too,”

“Ottar, can you escort the princess out of here? She’s ogling too much.” “It’s my right to ogle,” she replies. “And far be it from me to argue with that,” Ottar says as he stands next to the door, watching the interaction. “Much help you are.”

“My goodness.” He adjusts the glasses he put on before working on his pinning. “I’ve never seen such a set of abs like this in person.” “Aren’t they delicious?” Lilly asks, causing me to frown at her in the mirror. She just kicks her feet up in glee. “They’re rather magnificent. Well done, sir.” “Thanks, Jiminy,”

“Maybe one day I’ll wake up, and I won’t feel the need to cry anymore. Maybe I’ll get the energy to go for a walk. But that time isn’t now.” I slink deeper into my bed and pull up my covers. “Now . . . I just want to be left alone.” He pats my leg and murmurs, “I understand.” He moves from the bed, his cane giving him assistance. “Then I’ll grant you your wish, but please, when the day does come when you don’t feel like crying and you want to go for a walk, let me be the one who walks beside you.”

“Because I didn’t want you to think that getting over you was easy. It wasn’t. It isn’t. I still struggle with it. Every day, I wake up and tell myself, this is the day I’m not going to think about you, that I’m not going to think about what we had, but it’s impossible because every breath I take, every heartbeat in my chest is propelled by the love I felt for you . . .” Her eyes shift up to mine. “The love I still feel for you. You said you will always own me, and you’re right.” She takes a step back. “I hate to admit it, but it’s true. You will forever and always own me, Keller.”

“You didn’t want my sympathy, but I don’t want to give you any sympathy for what you went through.” I stare deep into his eyes. “I can only offer you my undying love.” My thumb strokes his rough cheek as my voice catches in my throat. “You are the love of my life, Keller. Until my dying day, forever and always, I’m yours.”

“I want to hold you forever,” he says softly. “Never let go. Never be parted from you.” “Never,”

“Jesus,” he whispers as his breath catches in his chest. “I’ve never loved anything in my life more than you, Lilly. No one compares to you. Never will be.”

“Nothing will keep us apart,” I say, and he drives harder into me. “Nothing will ever come between us.” “Nothing,”

“Roll over,” I say. “Lilly, no,” he says. “I want to see them, explore them. Love them. Please?” I ask. “They’re ugly.” “They mean the world to me,” I say. “They’re battle wounds for our love. Please, Keller.”

He grips my hair, pulling my head back, and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s aggressive, and I love everything about it.

“You’re such a good girl.” The praise settles into my heart, wrapping me up in a wave of warmth that I’ve been missing for the past three months. “I’m glad I can please you, my king.” He smiles down at me. “You could never disappoint.”

“I’m sorry, Lilly, for everything that happened leading up to the wedding. I should have been more open with you. I shouldn’t have shut down as many times as I did.” I wet my lips and continue, “I had a lot of time to think about it when I was in my cell, and my biggest regret was how I handled you and our communication.” “I wish I handled it better too. It just felt like we were being pulled in two different directions and never had a chance to pull back together, you know?”

“Okay,” I say. “We matter most.”

“I thought you were going to suck my cock,” I say. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?” she asks just as she turns off the shower and steps out, her beautiful ass enticing me. Yes. Yes, I would.

“Did you flex and say to yourself, looking fine, Keller?” I ask, adding some light to the conversation. “Twice,” Keller says, holding up his fingers and making me laugh. It’s rare he cracks a joke, so when he does, it’s so freaking cute.

“We matter most, love.”