Page 40 of Royal Rebel

Somehow I forgot there were other people with us. Like he normally does, Tristan got my attention focused completely on him. Which I needed. Seeing Callum tonight wasn’t part of my plan, and if Tristan had let me, I would have thought about it for the rest of the evening.

It’s one of the bad habits I have. Letting one thing ruin my entire day. Possibly days. Thank God Tris didn’t let me do it this time. As much as I make him smile, he does the same for me. Maybe even more.

The limo comes to a stop as I’m trying to push my hair back up into its clip. Tristan is doing his best to button my dress, making sure no one besides him gets an eye full.

“Tristan.” I giggle, my body heating up, probably coveredwith a blush the likes of which none of them have ever seen. “I can’t believe we did this here.”

“Never done it before.” He wipes at his lips. “You’re a bad influence, Lia.”

Somehow I don’t believe that.

We’re more likely a bad influence on each other.

As I exit, I don’t meet Parker’s eyes. It’s not that I’m totally embarrassed about what happened. I’m also shy about sharing how I like to behave with Tristan. He makes me feel like a lovesick teenager, and it’s just not something I’m used to. I’m ninety percent positive both of the men in the front seat knew exactly what we were doing.

“Thank you, Parker.” Tristan relieves him as we enter our home. “Your presence isn’t required for the rest of the evening.”

Parker nods, bows slightly and then takes off for his room.

“You basically just told him we were going to go screw,” I groan as I lean my head against Tristan’s chest.

“Screw?” He snorts. “My queen, royalty doesn’t use the word screw.” He laughs. “Besides. Trust me, he knows what we did in the back seat. His job is to be discreet, and I have no doubt he is.”

I squeal when Tristan picks me up, carrying me up the stairs toward our room. “You’re so strong.” I grab hold of his shoulders.

“Go ahead, tell me more things that’ll blow up my ego.”

Giving him a saucy grin, I lean in to his ear, grabbing the lobe between my teeth. I let it go, and then say in my sexiest voice. “I’d love to blow up more than your ego.”

He growls, deep in his throat, it’s the one I love. It travels all over my body, down my arms and up my chest.Outside the door, he allows my feet to touch the ground. With a smirk, he looks down at me, pressing me up against the hardness of the wood.

“What?” The smirk is something I’ve never seen before.

Tilting his head to the side, he moves in slightly. “You’re beautiful, Lia.”

The heat spreads across my cheeks, I can feel it warming them, making the skin go red. “Thank you.”

“No.” He shakes his head, taking a breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

His hands slap against my ears, boxing me in. I don’t want to run though; I want to melt into him.

“For being here,” he whispers. “I know you’ve been groomed for this since you were a teenager, but we both know you could have said no. It would have caused issues, but you could have refused.”

“You could have said no too,” I remind him.

The implication hangs between us. We didn’t want to say no, we both wanted to see where this goes between us. Leaning forward, he presses his lips against mine before pushing off the door.

“C’mon.” He grins.

My hand goes into his as we slink into our room.

This is our haven, has been, and I assume it always will be. Here we can be who we really are. There are no expectations other than our own. He pulls me into the bathroom, where the lights are low and romantic. We don’t speak with our voices. Our eyes do the talking as they meet at different intervals.

My gaze follows his as he reaches into the shower, cranking up the main jet, along with the ones running down the sides. Once he tests the temperature, making sure it’s tohis liking. A slow smile spreads across his face as he approaches me. My eyes meet his and I see it.

The passion. The desire. The love.

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