The Prince’s Pregnant Challenge(17)

Lifting her legs, he put them against his shoulder as he entered her. Her muscles were still convulsing from her first orgasm and she was so wet. Groaning, he wasn’t sure how much he could take as he began to stroke in and out of her rapidly. Throwing her arms over her head, Macee lifted her hips as she met him thrust for thrust. Her sudden look of surprise at her second orgasm sent him close to the edge as he shortened his thrusts. One, two, three more strokes and he held himself tight against her as her muscles clenched around him, milking him with each outward stroke.

Collapsing next to her, he pulled her tightly against him as he nuzzled her neck. “I love you, ma cherie,” he told her as he kissed her.

“And, I love you, Louis,” she told him as she yawned. Chuckling, he reached for the blanket to cover them both as Macee drifted off to sleep.





Chapter 10


Mrs LeBlanc came to the palace to meet with Liane and Jean Pierre. As they sat down for lunch, she handed them photos of the house she had purchased for them. It was close enough to the palace and to the LeBlanc home that Liane would have help if she needed it and Mrs LeBlanc could be close to her future grand baby. Despite everything that happened, she was overjoyed to become a grandparent and couldn’t wait until Macee and the prince made their announcement. Jean Pierre said nothing as he just sat there listening to her talk. Liane wondered if it was really necessary for them to live together.

“Aren't you going to say anything?” Mrs LeBlanc finally asked. She had been speaking for a while and no one was responding to her. Liane shrugged her shoulders.

“Do we really need to live with each other?” Liane asked.

“Of course, you do,” her mother snapped. Liane looked back at her food and kept eating. Her mother had been snapping at her a lot lately. Jean Pierre picked up the pictures and looked at them. The house appeared to be spacious and there was plenty of room for them to have separate quarters.

“Thank you,” he said even though he did not mean it. He was not sure what else to say. Mrs LeBlanc turned to face Jean Pierre. She had yet to speak with him about the pregnancy.

“Just what were you two thinking?” she asked. Liane dropped her fork. She was tired of being asked that question.

“We have been explaining ourselves since the start. Please stop asking,” Liane said through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me? I should just shut my mouth and not ask?” her mother demanded.

“That is exactly what I am saying, mother. We have already explained ourselves. Repeating it over and over until we are blue in the face will not help anything. What’s done is done.”

Mrs LeBlanc sighed. She knew her daughter was right but it did not stop her from wondering exactly what was going on in their heads at the time.

“You need to wear wedding bands,” Mrs LeBlanc said.

“Excuse me?” Jean Pierre asked. It was bad enough that he was married to Liane, now wedding rings? This was preposterous.

“Yes, you have to wear wedding rings. What, did you think you could carry on with your promiscuity?” Mrs LeBlanc demanded. She was very aware of Jean Pierre's activities and now that he was married to her daughter that would all end.

“That was not what I was thinking at all,” Jean Pierre began.

“Good, because you will be faithful to my daughter and you will treat her right. Do you understand me, young man?”

Liane almost choked on her food. That was not the speech she expected from her mother. No one was supporting this union   or anything about it. It was simply damage control. Up until now, no one had mentioned fidelity or feelings.

“Yes, ma'am,” Jean Pierre replied with a sigh. Were all the LeBlanc women this difficult to get along with, he wondered.

“Tomorrow, I will send someone over with rings for you to pick out,” she told them as she stood up to leave. Jean Pierre turned to face Liane.

“That is your mother,” he said to her as if it were a bad thing.

“She is better than yours,” Liane replied smugly. He made a face at her.

“Are you still eating?” he asked as if she had eaten way too much.

Liane picked up her water glass and threw it at him before storming out. He jumped from his seat, as the water splashed on his pants. He deserved that and more, she thought as she left the dining room. He was lucky she only stopped there. She went to fetch her sisters, as she had had enough of Jean Pierre and her mother. They were driving her crazy.

Liane found her sisters in the palace garden. Francesca was sitting on the bench, as Macee lay on the grass looking at the sky. Liane sat down next to Francesca. “Your highness, should you not be sitting on the bench like a proper lady?” Liane asked Macee. Macee looked up and frowned at Liane for calling her, your highness. Liane smiled and rubbed her head.