Page 10 of Rowdy Prince
“Good morning, querida.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, sucking lightly on her lower lip. “How do you feel this morning? Not too sore, I hope.” The exploration of each other’s bodies took us into the early hours of the morning before we finally fell asleep exhausted.
“I’m OK. A little sore, but I’ll be fine.”
“I’m glad.” I slide my hand down the side of her body and pull her close against me. “Because I’d like to feast on you before I take you somewhere to feed you breakfast. I can’t imagine there’s much here in the way of food.”
“Maybe some beans or soup in the cupboard,” she says.
“I’m thinking waffles at that café in town. Is it still there?”
“Yeah. It’s still there.”
“And eggs. I’d like eggs and bacon and waffles and syrup.”
“Someone worked up an appetite.”
“Hmm, and I intend to work up some more,” I say, diving under the blankets to the tune of her giggling, along with a pounding on the door. We both freeze.
“Fuck.”
“I’ll answer it.” Tara scrambles from the bed and finds her underwear. “I can tell them you aren’t here.”
She’s out the door before I can stop her, pulling on her dress then pulling open the door. “Mitch.” The pitch of her voice rises as footfalls stomp over the hardwood floor.
“Where the hell is he?” Mitch demands. I manage to get my pants on mere milliseconds before he bursts through the bedroom door. “You’re fucking mysister?”
“It’s not like that, Mitch,” I say, holding up my hands. His whole head is red with fury, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to get myself a broken nose.
“So you didn’t run out from my party to bring my sister out here and fuck her before you back and settle into life as a king?”
“No. I mean, yes, but not exactly like that. I love her, Mitch. I don’t know how I’m going to make it work, but I can’t walk away from her. She’s the only woman I can think about.”
“If you fucked her, you damn wellbettermake it right. She’s agoodgirl, Luis. She deserves a good man.”
“I’ll be that for her, Mitch. You have my word. I’ll worship the very ground she walks on.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How are you going to do that? Are you taking her back to Reinqueno? Giving up your throne to stay here? What?”
“I…”
“You don’t know, do you?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Well, buddy, you've got about five seconds to make a decision, because I didn’t come up here alone.”
“What?” I look over his shoulder and find Charles storming into the cabin with several members of the royal guard hot on his heels. “Holy fuck.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what was going on between you was serious.”
“It’s all right,” I say. “I’ll figure this out.”
“Sire,” Charles says, his jaw tight as he takes in the scene before him. “You’re required to come with me.”
“No, Charles. I’m staying here.”
