Page 28 of A Royally Fake French Menage
“Leave it,” he warned, and my cock jumped inside her to the music of her moans. “Smell like her. Wear her cum. I’ll fucking paint you in her scent until you tell me what I need to know.”
No honorifics this time. I was pretty sure he knew what I had in mind. He just needed me to voice it.
“Fuck me sweetly, Genie. That’s it, my love,” I murmured, leaning back like I had all the time in the world.
Genie nodded happily, fucking my cock with her glistening cunt while my man strangled my balls and threatened their very existence.
He squeezed tighter and I moaned, opening my mouth beneath his, though I knew he wouldn’t kiss me. Not with her on my lips, and not because he didn't want to taste her. But because he wanted to torture me with what he wouldn’t give me today.
“I want to renounce the title. The house and land can go to someone else. I don’t know which cousin it is. Barrogenet will know. He’s been my father’savocatfor many years.” I used the French term that rolled silkily off my tongue, trying to concentrate through Jacques’s brand of pain. “If there’s anything that man doesn't know about his family, I’ll be shocked. Monique can leave. I don’t care. But also that way the accounts, the house and land…it will flourish under someone else.” I shrugged. I had more than enough to provide for myself, genie…Jacques, if he wanted it. To come with me. My heart leapt at the concept.
“Or not.” Jacques murmured, watching me carefully. His grip loosened slightly.
I nodded, letting out the breath I’d been holding and not because of how he touched me or how she fucked over us to her own music. “Or not.”
That was my main concern. That the staff I’d brought back on would be lost. Left. Abandoned, as I had left them before. Because he was right, again. When I left this time I wasn’t coming back. There was no chance at all.
The house and the land…I’d been out of place here since the day I was born. Tried to fit in. failed. Tried to find friends. Family. Love.
Failed at all of those.
At least, I thought I had. It’s why I walked away in the first place. Now, I wondered if I hadn’t been wrong after all.
“I’m sorry I stayed away for so long,” I whispered, stroking Jacques’s cheek. His face shimmered as he brushed the wetness from my cheeks.
“It took you long enough.” His kiss melded Genie’s taste that mixed with his own across my lips. Light fingers squeezed my balls. “Are you sure, Barclay? This cannot be undone. Any of it.” His next kiss stunned me to silence, filled with the sort of sweet tenderness that didn't come from sex or lust or loss.
But real love.
From the heart.
“Yes,” I gasped, nestling closer to his side. “I’m sure. I want to let go of this place. Come back with me. Come back to the US. But first,” I forestalled his argument. “You have to remember, this isn't my onlyother home.”
Recognition flashed across his overcast gaze. “What did you have in mind?”
“I need to go to England.”
“I have to attend a gala.” Genie grimaced and gasped, leaning forward to scrape her nails across my chest. “Tonight. Fuck, I forgot. In Lon- London.” Her breath hitched. “I booked tickets.”
I shrugged, pretending her fluttering pussy didn’t nearly end my world right then and there. “Unbook them. I have a plane.”
She nodded, already fading out of the conversation as her hips rolled and her rhythm resumed.
Jacques watched me. “You understand this is real, Barclay. It can’t be undone.”
I clasped Genie’s luscious as fuck thighs, and nestled deeper into the mattress. “Don’t let go of my balls for a bit? I want to watch her come a while longer.”
“It’ll ache like fuck afterward,” he warned me, his brow dipped, and I knew this conversation wasn’t over just yet.
Genie stared down at us, rolling her hips as she panted softly. Heat surrounded my cock as she came beautifully for me ondemand, her cum sliding around my cock and Jacques’s hand to glaze my balls.
Maybe I could beg him to lick them clean.After.
“Yeah, but it’ll be worth it.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BARCLAY
