Page 14 of Royal's Reign
“And…”
“And what?”
“You’re in my bed.”
“My bed.”
“Okay, okay. Your bed, but laid next to me?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Nothing happened. I stuck around in case you were sick, didn’t want you choking or anything.”
“Really? Is that your explanation?”
“Gio, I wasn’t the one who instigated the kiss. That was all you sweetheart. Or is that something you’ve conveniently forgotten about last night?”
“Oh, I remember that clearly.” I snap my head up high, grab the sheet firmly and yank it off the bed, so I can wrap it tightly around me when I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get to my feet. “But if you think for one minute, I’m going to apologize for that,” I turn my back to him and start towards the bathroom, “then you’re deluded.”
The door firmly closed behind me, I drop the sheet, slip out of my bra and panties, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet, the water comes out freezing cold, but I take it because I need to clear my head of the hangover haze still lingering, despite thepain relief easing the majority. Thankfully, it’s not long before the heat kicks in and warms my skin. I squeeze some shower gel onto the sponge before I realize that I’ve grabbed his and not mine. The citrus aroma of bergamot fills my senses, and instead of rinsing and switching to my own, I lather up my body, breathing in the essence of him. When I’m nearly done, and ready to rinse away the suds, I spy the dark gray cloth that must be what he uses to bathe. Snatching it up, I let the warm water spray dampen it down before placing it between my legs. With my head under the stream of water, the soap suds descending my body, I use his cloth to gain friction on my clit. The texture of the fabric is enough to have the sensitive bud swelling with arousal and my body seeking more. I slip two fingers inside my pussy, stroking inside while I continue to rub my clit until I feel the orgasm build. Pumping my fingers in and out, I flick the cloth faster, firmer until I hit my peak, and I come. My juices coating his cloth, once again leaving my scent, sticky cum and ‘fuck you’for him to find later.
I know he holds his friendship and loyalty to my brother high, which makes the idea of touching, kissing or fucking me outrageous in his eyes, but I’m sick of the mixed signals he’s giving me. So, if he thinks I’m going to sit back, play nice and make life easy for him, he has another think coming.
No. Fucking. Way.
If he wants to play, then we’ll play.
Game on.
Chapter
Five
Royal
Isure as hell ain’t blind to Giorgia’s efforts at getting me riled up, I’m just fucking trying not to rise to them.
Little did I know when she pled her case for her need to go shopping that it was mostly for the benefit of driving me fucking crazy.
Tiny little shorts, tight-fitting tanks, figure-hugging dresses that barely cover her ass — that are only made for one thing; to draw attention. Even the local preacher will be questioning his sexual morals if he cops an eyeful.
Every time I go into my closet to get something, there they are, all the skimpy outfits taking over the goddamn space. If that isn’t bad enough, the lacy bras and panties that have made theirway intomy drawers, co-habiting with my boxers, are sexy and sinful.
Her leaving her scent around is what really drives me insane. It seems to be everywhere. My sheets, my freshly laundered t-shirts. If I didn’t know why she was leaving her trail, I would think that she was nothing but a dirty bitch, but hell, if I don’t love it. Especially when she leaves her cum on my washcloth hanging in the shower. As soon as the steam builds, I get to smell her sweetness while whacking one off in the shower. It’s so potent to me, pure essence of her cunt. With my eyes closed, I sum up the vision of her standing exactly where I am, under the flowing water. But instead of my cloth between her legs, it’s my hand. It’s my fingers pushing into her. My tongue lapping at the slick pussy. With the cum-covered cloth against my face, breathing in, I can almost taste her nectar. I come. I come so fucking hard, ribbons of cum coating the tiled wall. My vision blurs, legs barely hold me up, evidence of my building lust filled infatuation with her.
There’s been moments over the past two weeks when we’ve spent time doing mundane things around the apartment and normally, that wouldn’t be an issue. But when she’s close, the struggle not to take her, show her exactly how I feel about her, is real.
When I go to wash the crockery we’ve used at dinner, she’s there, right beside me with a cloth ready to dry and put away.
If I start to fold the laundry, shepops up, and starts chatting away about random stuff, with her cheeky innuendos that have my dick waking up. What the fuck. I nearly came in my pants when she started talking about the crotchless panties and easy access.
She. Is. Everywhere.
The common room, the apartment. She’s even been spending time in the goddamn garage. Apparently, she’s into motors and pretty handy with a wrench due to her college degree.
I do get a reprieve when I call Church. Only brothers are allowed in those meeting, but it’s not like I can drag the guys away from their daily duties simply because my libido is on overdrive. You’d think my office was a Gio-free zone, but no. She comes a-knocking with one reason or another and impregnates my space with her smell and sweet ass. Comes in scantily dressed, with an extra sway in her hips and a peek of a bra strap telling me exactly which lacy, skimpy lingerie set is hiding underneath.
She drives me crazy, and my restraint has been stretched like an elastic band, further and further, and it’s only a matter of time before it snaps.
I go on every single run to get out of the place, but it’s still not enough. It’s time to get her back to work and out of my hair, at least for a few hours a day.
