Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(42)

I needed to fuck that girl. I needed to feel her tight pussy grip my  dick. I needed to watch her pretty, innocent face take my cock between  her lips and suck it hard. I could tell there was something dirty under  that prissy, good-girl exterior, and I wanted to see exactly how dirty  it was.

Except I never got her damn number. Grumbling, I turned on the shower  and decided to rub one out while thinking about her. I had to go see my  insufferably crazy mother the next morning, and it was always a bad idea  to go into a mission half cocked.

As I got out of the shower and dried myself off, my thoughts kept  drifting to Claire. I wondered if her daddy was just another rich  asshole with a big house and figured that was probably the case. But  girls like her usually didn't give me the time of day, at least not in  public. They were normally too busy trying to get roofied by one of the  rich dickwads that went around acting like they owned the place. In  private, though, they loved slumming it, and I loved making them come  harder than their limp-cock boyfriends ever could.







Which was usually fine with me. I'd pick up a girl that actually knew  that she wanted a man. The rich douchebags thought they were better than  me because I didn't drive a Ferrari, but that never bothered me. I'd  seen and done things that would make them puke their guts up, because I  was a real warrior. They could posture and strut around like peacocks  with their nuts cut off all they wanted. I knew what I was.

I was a killer. I was a trained Special Forces operative for the United  States Navy, a SEAL with all my training and battle experience. I didn't  need the approval of anyone, let alone effeminate, polo-wearing  assholes.

Claire though, she seemed to know right away the kind of man I was. At  the bar she was practically oblivious to all the looks those douchebags  were throwing at her, until I showed up at least. She just needed a man  to take control, to show her exactly what could be done.

I smiled to myself, slightly annoyed that I was still thinking about  this girl but interested anyway. I hadn't gotten her number, but that  had never stopped me before. I knew her name and her friend's name, and  the Outer Banks weren't that big. I was pretty confident that I'd run  into her again, and sooner rather than later.

I got into bed and poured a shot from the whisky bottle next to my bed. I  knocked it back and shut off the light, feeling drowsy. I didn't feel  like sleeping much, since the next day I had to meet my mother's,  Lucille's, new rich husband, but there was no avoiding it. I could try  to skip, but she'd throw a fucking fit and I'd never hear the end of it.  As pushy and shrill as she could be, she was still my mother.

Besides, I was used to this by now. This was rich husband number four,  or at least I thought it was husband number four. Hopefully the guy was  smart enough to make her sign a prenup. I could still remember the phone  call I got, the day after I got out of the hospital. She kept saying  over and over that this was different, that she really loved him, and  that he made her happy.

Which, if it was all true, would be great. I'd love to see Lucille  happy. It would help keep her off my fucking back and maybe help relax  the branch that was constantly shoved up her asshole. For most of my  life, I was the disappointment, the child star that never panned out.  She wanted me to be a professional athlete or a singer or some other  bullshit, but the United States military beat any notion of stardom out  of my head. Now, the only thing I loved more than pussy was fighting for  freedom.

Still, I had to try my best to be nice. Even if Lucille was pulling her usual bullshit.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep with thoughts of Claire's full ass in my hands.

I was up at 0600 the next morning, ignoring the tinges of a hangover,  for my usual run. I wound my way along the beach, my breath coming in  deep and heavy, my body drenched in sweat.

There was nothing better than running early in the morning along the  beach. I loved the smell of the ocean and the feeling of the sand  between my toes as I pushed my body to its limits.

Afterwards, I showered and dressed. It was 0900, and Lucille would be  expecting me by 1000 for breakfast, or brunch, or whatever the shit she  was calling it. Then I'd meet her new man and his daughter, smile and be  all polite and shit, and then hopefully get the fuck out of there to  start hunting down the girl that had promised to suck me dry.

I did some quick body-weight drills, getting my muscles back into shape  after the long stay in the hospital. My leg ached still, but I didn't  mind a little pain. Sometimes the pain just made all the good stuff that  much sweeter.

Finally finished, I hit the road, walking into town. I was supposed to  meet her at this little uppity restaurant to catch up first before  meeting her new man, probably because she wanted to feel me out before  bringing me back home. That was typical of my mom, always expecting me  to fucking embarrass her. Which was ironic, because I spent most of my  life either trying to ignore her or feeling embarrassed by her shit.

I found the place around 1010 and started to walk inside. The skinny  blond man with a thin mustache standing at the station out front gave me  a huge frown when he got a look at my sneakers, tattered jeans, and  tight black T-shirt. However, Lucille caught my eye and waved me over  before he could make some comment about their dress code. I gave him my  most winning smile as I walked by.

"Nathan, dear!" she said, standing up.

"Hi, Lucille." We hugged, a little awkwardly, and sat back down at the table.

"It's great to see you. You look thin!"

"No, I don't."

"Is the army not feeding you?"

"I'm not in the army. And they're not feeding me at all since I'm on leave."







"I know that, dear, but before."

"I was in the hospital, or do you not remember?" Of course she had never  once visited me. I couldn't imagine Lucille stepping foot anywhere near  a military-affiliated place, let alone an actual VA hospital.

She frowned and took a sip of her drink, a Bloody Mary, which was Lucille's usual breakfast.

"Of course I remember that, dear. I'm just making an observation."

"Understood." I opened the menu and sighed at the options. "Can't a man just get some damn normal pancakes?"

Mom laughed. "Oh, Nathan, you haven't changed. They have pancakes here, just ask."

"So what's with this breakfast, anyway?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Yeah? Or did you want to feel me out before taking me to meet your new guy?"

"Honey, that's enough. I don't know why you're always so suspicious of  me." She paused and sipped her drink again. "Besides, it's not like you  haven't made a scene with men in the past."

I nodded, not surprised at her confirmation. Those "scenes" she was  referring to were more like "punching an asshole for treating me like I  was a little kid." I regretted that particular moment, but then again,  the guy turned out to be a total dick. Went to jail for embezzlement,  cost his company and his employees a lot of money. Lucille got out of  there pretty fast, and I had felt a little vindicated.

The waiter came over and I ordered a black coffee and a stack of pancakes. Lucille asked for toast and another Bloody Mary.

"Okay. Tell me about this new guy," I said to her once the waiter left.

"You'll really like him. He owns bars and restaurants and clubs all over the place, including that new place called Secrets."

I nodded. I was at Secrets the night before, which reminded me of  Claire. I took a sip of the scalding black coffee the waiter put down in  front of me to distract me from Claire's lips.

"I'm not as attracted to his money as you are."

"Nathan. He's a very nice man. He treats me very well."

"Yeah? And is this one going to stay out of jail?"

"Nathan, please. You don't have to be so antagonistic all the time."

I sighed and shook my head. "Okay. Fine. We can call a truce."

She smiled, relieved when her second drink appeared. "Okay, a truce.  Just try and be nice to him and his daughter, okay? Did I tell you about  his daughter? Her name is Claire, very pretty, maybe a little younger  than you."

I raised an eyebrow at the name. Claire? How common was that name? There  was no way it was the girl from the night before. That just wasn't  possible.

"That's good. So long as you're happy."

"It makes me very happy to hear that."

Our food came not too long after, and I put up with Mom's constant  stories about all of the expensive dinners and parties she had been  going to with her new man. I was distracted, wondering about that name,  Claire, and if it could possibly be the same person. Could the universe  be so cruel as to make that girl my new stepsister?

Or maybe the universe was going to give me exactly what I wanted.

"So, honey, when are you going to leave that dangerous job of yours and go back to college?" Lucille asked suddenly.

"It's not just a job. You understand that, right?"

"Oh, Nathan. Of course it's just a job, like anything else."