Page 1 of Royal
Chapter 1
Royal
Eight Years Ago
One of the best things about college dorm rooms was holing up with your boyfriend as he drilled your ass so good you knew the hard seat in your first class of the day was going to hurt like a bitch.
Worth it.
Grayson kissed down my neck as he moved inside me. He’d started slow and tender, just as I liked it, and then he’d gotten harder. Hit me deeper.
My fingers tangled in his dark hair and I looked up at him. His large body had intimidated basically everyone we met, but I knew the sweet guy beneath the bulk. He was easily prone to anger because of a bad upbringing, but he was learning how to cope with those impulses.
With me, though? He couldn’t have been any gentler. Any more loving.
“Mm,” I moaned, moving my hand from his nape to his back and farther down to his delicious ass before giving it a squeeze.
Grayson nipped at my throat as he continued pumping into me, bringing us closer to that sweet release. His stubble tickled my cheek as he pressed his face to mine, and my arms tightened around him.
It wasn’t just the sex that had me clinging on to him so tightly. It was the way my heart threatened to burst each and every time his brown eyes met mine and the sound of his raspy laugh in the rare instances I made him forget about the walls he’d built around himself and let go.
When my orgasm hit, my nails dug into his back, and I nearly shot off the bed.
“God, baby,” he grunted as my ass clenched around his swollen cock. He was only a handful of thrusts away from joining me.
Waves of pleasure rippled through me, and just as they began to subside, Grayson started to shudder and lose his rhythm. I made sure to watch his face as he came. He was the type of guy who had trouble showing emotion. Guarded, wary, and afraid to be vulnerable. But when we had sex, it was as if those barriers came down. He used pet names he usually avoided, and he surrendered to me body and soul.
Grayson and I’d met junior year of high school after he moved to Addersfield. He’d been cagey and intimidating, and no one had felt comfortable talking to him. One day in homeroom, I’d asked him if he wanted to hang with me at lunch. I’d felt there was so much more to him than the bad boy vibe he’d given off.
He’d seemed surprised by my offer, and then he’d smiled. It’d been like the clouds had opened up, chasing away the stormy day.
From there, we’d become friends. Best friends who’d done everything together. One time, we’d even fucked our girlfriends in the same room. Not exactly a foursome. I’d been in one bed, and he’d been in the other across from me. And I’d tried to ignore how I was more interested in watching Grayson as he fucked his girl than I’d been in the girl I was buried balls deep in.
His eyes had stayed on me, too, his gaze unwavering as he’d fucked her. When I’d come, it’d been the best I’d ever had. Not because of her…I knew it’d been because of him.
Before that point, I’d wondered if I was gay, but I’d been too afraid to dwell on it too much. However, the incident had sparked something with me and Grayson.
I’d found myself thinking about him more and more. Found myself wanting his lips on mine.
The first time we’d ever kissed had been at a high school party. Grayson had gone with some girl. So had I. My girl had wanted to have sex, and she’d led me up the stairs to an empty room. I had just laid her on the bed and had been lifting her shirt when Grayson barged into the room, grabbed me, and slammed me against the wall before kissing me.
“I don’t want you fucking her,”he said after breaking the kiss, staring at me with intense brown eyes.“Goddammit, Royal…I want you to be mine.”
From that night on, I’d never been anyone else’s.
At twenty-two, I knew who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The gorgeous, stubborn, and sometimes grouchy man in my arms.
“You okay?” Grayson placed a gentle kiss on my lips, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah.” I gripped the tops of his shoulders as he slowly rocked in and out of me. When he pulled out, I instantly missed the fullness of him. “Just thinking of how happy I am.”
“I’m happy, too.” He cracked a smile before lowering his head to my neck, kissing a trail from my throat to my jaw.
“I love you, Gray.”
He paused. It never failed. Years of dating and he still had trouble saying the words back to me.
“You too,” he responded, rolling off me.
