Page 51 of Royal Fling
I traced a finger on the top of his hand that was on the counter and wiggled my eyebrows.
“Oh my god,” Luke cried out, losing his accent again. He took the tickets from my hands and counted them, too.
“With your boyfriend’s contribution you can actually have any of these.” He pointed to the shelf of stuffed animals behind him. “What will it be?”
They were all cute and adorable. But there was one in particular that caught my eye. A cute pink unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail, and huge blue eyes.
“That's a great selection, sir. Are you planning on gifting it to your boyfriend?” Luke asked, taking it off the shelf and hugging it.
“I'm keeping it for myself, of course. I quite like pink unicorns,” I replied, staring right at him.
“Oh, do you, now?”
“Indeed I do,” I replied, snatching the unicorn from him and walking away.
“See? I told you you were a rude fucker. Not even athanks!” he shouted behind me, and I broke into laughter.
I stopped and turned as Luke joined me. He took the cap off and put it on the counter, then came up and gave me a kiss.
I deepened the kiss, or at least I tried to, but he pulled away and headed for the bowling alleys.
“I told you. You’re not getting any part of me until I say so,” Luke said.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” I said, coming to stand next to him on the very middle lane.
Luke shrugged and crossed his hands. “I just decided it, then.”
“That’s not very fair.”
“Fair, schmair. It is what it is.”
He turned his back to me and picked up a ball from the ball rack and caressed it with his free hand.
Okay, that’s weird.
He took a shot at the pins and knocked almost all of them down. He took a second shot and knocked over the rest of them, then turned to me.
“I have another confession to make,” I said.
“You've never bowled before?”
“You must be a psychic,” I said.
He passed me a ball and helped me put my fingers through the three holes, all the while staring at me.
“Do I have something on my face?” I asked.
Luke shook his head and came up behind me, pinning his body to mine, draping his hand over mine, guiding my hand and demonstrating the motion I needed.
I was far too distracted by his poking dick on my butt to focus on the game, which was obvious when the ball rolled into the gutter, leaving all the pins untouched.
“You get another try,” he whispered behind me, and I swallowed the dry knot in my throat.
On my next shot, I didn’t throw the ball in the gutter; however, I did knock a few pins off. It was nothing compared to what he’d achieved earlier, but it would have to do.
“That was really good, my prince,” he said.
“Don’t lie to me.”
