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Royal(82)

By:Willow Renshaw


Lifting her chin and lowering my mouth to hers, I crush her sweet lips with an owning kiss.

“I love you so fucking much.” My words fit softly between our kisses, and my fingers lace through the dark hair at the nape of her neck.

“I love you too.”

I kiss her again and again, my lips decorating every inch of her neck with hot grazes that evaporate into the chilly night.

“Where do we go from here?” I ask.

Her lashes flutter, weighted with tiny snowflakes as she looks up to the dark window of my apartment.

“For now, let’s go inside.” Her hand slinks behind the back of my neck, and she balances on the balls of her feet to press her mouth against mine.

I slip my jacket over her shoulders and we head inside. By the time we’re climbing the narrow stairs to my apartment, her hands are working my belt buckle, and my hands are in her hair. I’m almost convinced she’s going to drop and suck me off right here in the hallway.

She rises, kissing me again and sliding her hand down the front of my pants. We stumble backward to my apartment door, and I damn near kick it down when the key gets jammed in the lock.

Slamming the door behind us, I scoop her in my arms and deposit her in the middle of my unmade bed.

Her smile fades in and out, like she’s unsure if this should be a silly little romp or her way of showing me how hard she still loves me and proving how much she believes my truth.

Hovering over her, I pull her shirt up, my cock throbbing and aching each time she squirms beneath me.

“I love you.” There’s a breathless urgency in her words and a sweet plea in her blue eyes. “I love you so, so much.”

My tongue catalogs the dips and curves from her caved belly to the lace cups of her bra. Moving it aside, I take her pink buds in my mouth, one by one. Every square inch of this woman, inside and out, is addictive. Every square inch of her was made for me.

“I love you so fucking much it hurts.” I breathe my words against her satin skin.

Her hands hook beneath my arms, pulling me close against her as her hips circle beneath mine. Our lips smash, greedy, insatiable.

And when I look in her eyes, I know she’s mine.

Forever this time.

Nothing can tear us apart. I won’t allow it.





Chapter Forty-Four




Royal



Five minutes after Demi leaves Friday morning, there’s a knock at my door. Glancing out my window, there’s nothing but a set of tire tracks where her car was parked overnight.

Slipping a t-shirt over my head and adjusting my sweats, I answer the door.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t.” Misty holds her hand up, pressing her palm against the door so I can’t slam it in her face. “Hear me out, Royal.”

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to come here.” My jaw clenches tight.

“Let me in, Royal. I want to talk.”

“No.”

I push the door, but she blocks it with the steel toe of her scuffed boot.

“I’m clean. I swear. And I want to talk to you. It’s really important.” Misty fidgets, her fingers twitching as she chews the side of her lip. Her dark eyes are brighter than usual today, and her skin almost appears clearer than it was just a day ago. “Just give me five minutes of your time, and after that, you never have to see me again. I promise.”

“No.”

“It’s about that night.” She sighs, lowering her gaze to my feet. “As part of my addiction treatment, I have to apologize to the people I’ve hurt.”

“What the fuck is an apology going to do, Misty? Is that going to get me off the sex offender registry? Is that going to give me back my family?”

“Your family?” She wrinkles her nose. “You mean, the Rosewoods?”

“Damn right, I mean the Rosewoods. They were the only family I ever had, and I lost them because of you and your goddamn disgusting lies. They’re never going to look at me the same because of what you did. My good name is ruined. I’m nothing but white trash now. It was never supposed to be this way.”

“I’m sorry, Royal.” She says it like a child trying to get out of a punishment, like she resents the fact that she has to apologize.

It’s not fucking good enough.

“You ruined my life, Misty.” I punch my fist into the wall beside the door, leaving a knuckled indentation. My sister jumps and leans away. “I should’ve been a lawyer. I should’ve married Demi. I should be a fucking family man by now, living the life I was meant to live.”

Misty tucks yellow strands behind her ear, her chin quivering as she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“I messed up, Royal. I know that. But it’s in the past. I don’t know how to fix it now. We have to move on.”