Page 80 of Royally Benevolent

“I want to see you,” I bit her earlobe.

She pulled me back, pressing her lips against mine in an act of ownership I found so sexy.

Then, it fell apart.

“Wyatt?”

My sister and mother stood on the steps. I glanced at them, then back at Odette. Odette’s face went from rosy and flushed to white as a sheet in sheer mortification. Why was my sister here? And why couldn’t we ever just run off and fuck? I expected Theo to cockblock me but not my adult family members.

“Uh…”

I wanted to pull back, but my still-very-erect cock made that risky. I let Odette’s hands go, unpinning them from above her head. Strategically, I moved to her side, hoping the low light and distance would shade my erection from view. Thankfully, it was steadily deflating.

“Uh…”

“Sorry, we thought something happened because of the noise,” Rebecca said. “We’re being so rude. I haven’t met you yet. You must be Odette? I’m Becca. I’m Wyatt’s big sister.”

She approached, now standing only two feet from Odette. Odette stared at me, ready to run, then turned to Becca. The official, polite look she always held in public crossed her face.

She recovered by cheerfully extending her hand, “I’m Odette. And… I should probably be off.”

Fuck!I didn’t blame her for leaving, but I longed to wake upwithher. I needed this. Every fibre of me wanted to spend the rest of the night fucking. I wanted to taste her and fill her. I had this perfect opportunity with this beautiful woman who was too good for me.

“Oh, don’t let us chase you off,” Mom said. “We are sorry. It’s Wyatt’s house… and we’re all adults.”

“No, it’s okay. I should head back. We have an early morning with stuff to do for Asti’s wedding.”

My heart sank.

“We’ll give you a minute. We’re just headed to get more wine,” Mom said, leaving.

They padded as if kids caught spying on Santa at Christmas. I waited for them to clear the entry before I spoke to Odette.

“Shit. I am so sorry, Odie. I just… I adore you. Things got out of hand. I have no idea why Becca is here?—”

She brushed my cheek lovingly. “It’s okay. Go catch up. Text me tomorrow. It wasn’t meant to be.”

“It will be,” I promised. “Some time.”

“Uh-huh.” She nuzzled my nose with hers, then gave me the sweetest kiss. “Goodnight.”

Odette departed into the ether. While disappointed, I realised the sort of thing I’d felt for Isla the night she’d told me she loved me and wanted me to take her home came rushing back. That fresh, excited energy was back. The hopes for what was to be and the desire to be in bed with someone—pressed impossibly close and not holding back—flooded in. Something within me was alive once more. It wasn’t the evening I’d planned or even planned again. It wasn’t thebestoutcome, but it wasn’t the worst, either.

I entered the kitchen as my mother and sister scrambled to look busy. Pretending not to have heard everything, they played it cool.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what is happening, please. It makes it worse.”

“Oh, come on, what is your problem?” Rebecca laughed. “She’s gorgeous. Way out of your league.”

“Oh, stop!” Mom said. “She’s a nice girl, but he’s also a catch.”

Mom pinched my cheek jokingly.

“Mom, please. She’s a nice woman, yes. I can’t deny she’s beautiful. But I was hoping for a quiet house. Things got… out of hand, and I’m sorry you all caught us… like that. Please don’t hold it against her.”

“Hold it against her?” Becca snickered. “Nah. Good for you both. Mom said you had this huge crush on a princess. I never thought I’d see the day when you were about to go at it with one in the foyer.”

I glared. “Becca, why are you here?”

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