Chapter One

 

The distinctive sound of the lock clicking into place sent a rush through her, her moist knickers only growing more damp from her arousal; the arousal she had felt from the long heated stares all night.  After scurrying off from the fire—ignoring the whistles and hollers from the select group of friends behind—they breathlessly stalked through the high class country-styled home.  They never spoke once, never uttered a single syllable, the build up and exchange of a few words back at the fire being the only thing that was really required.  They both knew what they were in for.  Just sex.  Just one night of passion.  Just one hard fuck to get through the weekend in the midst of all things happy and coupley.

Before a thought could form coherently, before she could process what was about to happen, a gasp tore from her lips as her back was pushed roughly against the door he had just slammed shut.  Warning bells should have rung out in her head then, certainly the vibration from the heavy door would wake the sleeping guests.  The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for an upheaval the weekend of her dear friend’s wedding, especially with Lizzy’s parents occupying the bedroom just down the hall.  She had a little more respect for the family who had taken her in and busted her out of jams more times than she liked to admit.

But just as she went to voice her concern, he eagerly lifted her high up with little to no effort and pushed her small frame more firmly against the hard door.  Her legs naturally wrapped tightly around his waist, locking behind his back and pushing their pelvises flush together, her chest heaving from the heat that radiated off of him.

“Fuck…I want you,” Harry growled just before crashing his lips to hers.  Her arms instinctively looped loosely around his neck and brought his head closer, angling her own to meet each of his bruising kisses.  She groaned against his mouth as he nipped at her, tasting and teasing her with his tongue sweeping wetly across her swollen lips.

“How do you want me?” Harry’s lustful eyes met hers as he patiently awaited her reply, his harsh breath fanning the loose auburn strands that fell seductively in her eyes.

How did she want him? Shit.  Here, there, and everywhere.  She wanted him to take her, to bring her higher and higher again until she came apart in every possible way, in every corner of the room.  She needed him.  Needed this.

Her milk chocolate eyes darted between his breathtaking ocean blue orbs before landing on his tempting lips, her pulse racing when his tongue poked through to capture the sweet tea remnants her lips left behind.  God, just staring at his mouth drove her absolutely mad with longing.  The things he could do—would do—to her with that mouth and that tongue.  She tried to stifle the moan that was dangerously close to tumbling out of her.  Nothing looked more sensual and fucking sexy to her before and she was positive she wasn’t the first woman to make the observation.  Clearly he had to be an expert at one night stands with the amount of power and money he came from, and she would also be lying if she said she had never experienced a quick hookup that would lead to nothing.  But goddamn.  She had never wanted any guy this bad, this desperately.

“Fuck me,” she firmly commanded with such confidence it took Harry by surprise, the bashful nature from earlier completely gone, replaced by this sexy woman who wasn’t afraid to hold back.  But nothing surprised him more than the fire in her orbs as she breathed the following words with such determination, his eyes darkening further along with the desire for her.  “Right here.  Right now.”

His breath hitched in his throat and the erection that was begging for attention strained against his trousers.  She wanted him to fuck her, right there against the door where any innocent passerby would be able to hear them.  He couldn’t deny that he didn’t want the same; the thought of getting caught only excited him more, only fueled him to give her exactly what she demanded.

“Christ,” he cursed.  “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”

Her heart sped up at his gravelly promise and she groaned when his hand snaked underneath the suffocating sweatshirt.  He roughly molded her breast, his teeth and lips nipping and sucking a path along the column of her neck until he reached the sweet spot behind her ear.  She almost came right then when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, her back arching off the door and subconsciously rubbing her wetness against him, the friction of her panties and cutoffs creating little bursts of pleasure that went down to her toes.

“Oh god..” She was purring, high on the buzz of his touch as she threw her head back, a loud thump echoing as it banged on the hard surface.  Her uneven breaths was coming out quicker and harsher.

Harry didn’t let up his assault on her neck, his tongue lapping at her heated skin as he kneaded her breast through her thin t-shirt, the center of his palm repeatedly rubbing the hardened tip until it became painful.

“Harry, please.”

She hated begging.  Despised it even.  In the past, her mission was always to bring a man to his knees, pleading her to do him good, to do both of them good.  Please.  That was one word she worked hard to hear from her partner, never uttering it herself.  But Harry was driving her absolutely crazy, turning her on to the point where she was on the verge of losing her sanity.  She was ready to get to the climax, but Harry had different plans, taking his own sweet time until he couldn’t hold out any longer, taking foreplay to a whole new level.

“Patience, baby.. I need to see you come for me first..”

The bastard knew exactly what to say to make her eyes roll back in sweet anticipation.

He was close to losing it, too.  His control was slipping with every gasp and sound she made.  If anything, Harry had always been a generous and considerate lover, the ultimate goal to make his partners come apart surpassing the need to reach his own peak.  And this southern beauty who had been giving him bedroom eyes all throughout dinner was no different.  He wanted to leave his mark on her, he wanted to please her until she was sobbing and begging him before she completely unraveled.

Releasing her breast, he smoothed his hand down her stomach and over her side, moving over to the curve of her bottom and grabbing her fleshy backside.  He had to feel more, had to touch more of her soft skin.

Popping the button on her shorts that showed off her tanned legs, he slipped his hand inside and groaned, finding her soaked panties.“Are you wet for me, baby?”

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to.  Harry found the answer he was seeking when he pushed her knickers to the side and rubbed the wetness that seeped from her most sensitive flesh. “Jesus, Rebecca.”

Rebecca.

Her name had never sounded so fucking hot and provocative before he had moaned it, want and need dripping in his voice.  Fuck.  She was dripping, her juices coating his fingers as they rubbed along the slit of her wet lips.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet.” He tugged on her earlobe, sending tingles down her spine in the most delicious way. “How do you feel here?”

His fingers slid in her tight core and he hissed when she pulled and tugged his hair, her nails biting into his scalp.  “Yes, so warm and tight, aren’t you?”

“Oh! Harry… Mmmm..”

Moans and curses were vibrating from her, her eyes tightly shut as the ripples of pleasure coursed through her, his digits steadily moving in and out, curling and scissoring to stretch her.  The fleeting thought of him preparing her for his large cock caused her inner walls to involuntarily clamp around his digits, Harry pausing his ministrations temporarily and switching to slowly circle her clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Harry!”

She came.  Unexpectedly and surprisingly fast she didn’t know what had happened until the first wave passed.

Harry pressed firmly on the bundle of nerves that made her come undone as his gaze settled on her soft features, eyes roving over the freckles that adorned her nose and the top of her high cheekbones.  It was the first orgasm of many for the night but he couldn’t help the sense of pride he took in the ability to send her over the edge as quickly as she did.  He couldn’t wait to watch her ride every single one of the impending orgasms she had yet to experience.

Rebecca slowly peeled her eyes open when she came down, her heart pounding in her chest from the intensity of the climax.  She found Harry staring intently at her and felt her head spin at the hot way he was looking deeply into her eyes, almost searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t quite yet asked.  “Are you ready for me?” His husky voice caused her inner walls to contract around his fingers again that were still buried deep inside her core.

“Fuck, yes.. please.. Hurry up already!”

Harry chuckled and slipped his fingers out of her, lifting them up spread her juices all over her lips before his tongue licked it off of her, humming when he got a taste of her.

“Mmm…You taste so sweet.”

Her lips parted as she grabbed hold of his wrist, bringing his hand back to her mouth so she could have a taste.  Harry almost came in his pants like an inexperienced preteen when her mouth closed around his fingers, her tongue swirling around him and sucking him clean, tasting herself.  She moaned, eyes never straying from his in a challenge as he watched the most erotic scene before him.  She was going to be the end of him.  It took Harry about five seconds to come to his senses, cursing as he slid his fingers out of her and shoved his tongue to replace them, delving deep again and again, her scent and taste intoxicating him.  His erection was becoming painful and he could no longer hold back. Not anymore.

Releasing her long enough to peel her clothes off in a hurry and doing the same to his, he brought her back up and sunk in deep and hard with one swift thrust.  “Mmm.. yessss..” They both cried out in unison as he stretched her inner walls and filled her to the limit.

Harry was much bigger than she was expecting and she had to swivel her hips to grow accustom to his large size, Harry’s eyes locking on her flushed skin to search her for the okay to continue.  His cock withdrew from her clinging channel before he dove back in expertly, creating sweet friction that made her lids flutter while he elicited soft cries from her.  Harry’s intent gaze never strayed from her expression, appreciating the way she was shamelessly meeting every thrust, every push of his hips.  They rode each other, brought each other higher as their sounds of approval paired together, echoing throughout the spacious bedroom.

“Oh, god…yes…”

Harry swallowed her moan when his tongue slipped past her parted sultry lips, licking every corner and crevice of her mouth.  She tasted deliciously sweet, sugary with a hint of spice that he was sure was from him.  He couldn’t tell when her own tongue tangled with his, their tastes mingling, bodies rubbing together.  He fucked her, right there against the door, just like she wanted.  He drove into her, hard and relentlessly until they both cried out, coming together so intensely everything turned to black.

—————-

The morning rays of the sun filtered through the glass windows, blinding Rebecca when she peeled her eyes open.  She groaned and turned on her side to block out the annoying disturbance of the early morning.  A soreness between her thighs was the first thing she noticed as she shifted beneath the covers.  The second thing she noticed was the heavenly feel of the satin sheets on her bare skin.  And then the third and final thing that made her brows furrow in confusion was the soft snores that sounded behind her.

Images of the previous night filtered back to her memory.  Images of a quick fuck against the bedroom door.  Images of a wild romp in the sheets as she rode him hard and fast after his mouth had brought her to climax twice.  Endless amount of erotic images, like scenes out of a film. She kept flipping through several more: her mouth making him squirm as he pulled on her hair, his rough hands groping her flesh, their feverish bodies sliding wetly together, orgasms coursing through her again and again, her body twisted in various sexual positions.

“Shit.”

Rebecca turned on her back and tossed her head to the side to catch a glimpse of the man that was responsible for those arousing images, a strong urge to see him in the light of day as if to validate it had all really happened.  There he was, occupying the space beside her, crushing any hopes that this had been one silly dream.

“Oh my god.”

The sight of his lashes resting peacefully on top of his rosy cheeks created a dip in her lower belly, and her eyes roved over his mussed hair that was a result of her fingers.  His bare chest was covered with crescent moon red marks from her nails digging into his flesh.  A patch of purple and blue was forming on his bicep from her tight grasp.  She had marked him.  God only knew how many markings she would find on her own body from him.

Dread crept in her chest, her pulse racing at what was to come when he woke up and acknowledged the night they spent together, becoming familiar with every curve and freckle.  Would he regret it? And think of her as some cheap easy lay? Or make her sign legal documents like some untrustworthy whore? Or…Oh god, she thought in horror.  Did he think this was something more than just sex? Really, really great sex.

She had to get out of there.

After carefully and skillfully sliding out from under the covers, she quietly sprinted on her tiptoes to collect her strewn clothes from the previous night.  A stir and low rumble from the bed haltered her movements when she was stepping into her undergarments.  If there was a mirror around, she knew for sure she resembled a deer caught in headlights, her heart galloping in her chest until she saw his still sleeping form.  She breathed a sigh of relief and held the rest of her clothes to her chest before making way to the safe confinements of the master bath.

As soon as the door shut—Rebecca learning at a young age on how to be sneaky as a mouse—she leaned her back against it.  A million thoughts swirled her mind, thoughts of how she was going to pull off seeing him in such a short time when they were all supposed to meet in the foyer.  How she was going to face her friends as their hushed whispers and all-knowing glances would last throughout the day.  How she was going to control herself from not mauling him in a secret passageway in Graceland.

She needed advice.  She needed her best friend.  Pushing herself to her own two feet, she quickly dressed and ignored the nagging voice that reminded her of the walk of shame she would have to partake in before slipping inside her reserved room.  Sitting on the edge of the tub, she retrieved her cell that had been stuffed inside her sweatshirt, grateful it hadn’t tumbled out of the pocket when Harry flung it off of her in one swift motion.  Her hands fumbled with the device, her breathing pattern picking up as she tried to remain calm.

“Goooood morning! Sweet Tarts Shop.  This is Jed.”

Rebecca’s frown instantly lifted to a small smile at the cheery sound of her best friend’s high pitched voice.  Her safe haven.

“I fucked Prince Harry,” she blurted without hesitation.

“Good Lord! You got laid?! It’s about damn time, sugar lips.”

She rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm, not at all surprised that he had stopped listening halfway through her revelation.  “Did you hear what I said?”

“Uh, yes? Your vaj is no longer collecting cobwebs.” He replied in an obvious tone.

“Shut the fuck up,” Rebecca laughed halfheartedly before quickly sobering.  “This is serious! I just hooked up with Prince Harry!”

A boisterous laugh deafened her.  “No, shit! Damn, Bex.  You sure know how to grab the ones that really count.  So, tell me.  What’s he packing?”

“Jed,” she groaned, threading her fingers through the knots of her long thick hair.  Her just fucked hard hair.

“I will be severely disappointed if you say he’s a micro.  I’ve always envisioned at least eight swinging.”

“You’re not helping.  I need some real talk right now, please.”

“You know what? Don’t crush my dreams.  Lie to me if you have to.”

“Jed!” She cried, irritated with how self absorbed he could be when it came to discussing the male anatomy, especially if it was an attractive male he wouldn’t mind taking for a spin.

Jed frowned. “I can tell he didn’t pound the bitch out of-”

“I swear to god if you finish tha-”

“Alright, Miss Dramatic!” He snapped in mock annoyance.  “Let me put this frosting in the chiller and get out of this frilly apron.  I think it’s giving me a rash at the back of my neck.”

The image he gave her temporarily put her at ease as she giggled, recalling the gag gift she had given him for his 30th birthday two months prior.  “You are such a queen..I can’t even with you.”

“Ha!” He chortled.  “I won’t be the only queen around in due time!”

“What?!” She exclaimed, scrunching up her nose in distaste.  “That doesn’t even make any sense, Jed!”

“I’ll tell you what doesn’t make any sense,” he began, thrusting her back to reality.  “You rubbing it in my face that you just screwed gods gift to the universe when you could be sucking him off for breakfast.”

Bex groaned, smacking her forehead with a shaky palm.  “I can’t believe I go so fucking long without sex and the guy to end this horrible drought is Prince fucking Harry.  What did I do? What do I do? Help me, Jed!”

“Weren’t you listening?” Jed clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes.  “Give him an unforgettable wake up call.”

“I’m not sucking his dick!” Her palm quickly went from her throbbing head down to cover her mouth, her frantic eyes darting to the door.

“You’re not sucking his dick again, you mean,” he corrected her with a snort.

Rebecca was about to retort with a correction of her own when the door swung open and Harry barged through.  Naked.

“Sorry, I have to piss.” Her mouth hung open as she mutely watched him rush to the toilet and lift the lid.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, her stare raking over the broadness of his wide shoulders; shoulders that her legs had used as a cushion.  The tone and muscles of his strong straight back, tiny scratches disturbing the pale skin from her dragging her nails as he pounded into her.

“Bex! Hello?” Her attention snapped back just before she could catch a glimpse of his ass. “Ewww..are you peeing right now?!….Damn, sugar lips..you sound strangely like a dude..”

“I’ll call you back,” she said and quickly disconnected the call.

Rebecca’s lips pressed together, waiting for him to finish up as he flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to wash his hands.  She noted how he didn’t pull the seat down and snickered to herself.  Of course she would notice something so miniscule and silly as that. It was only when his attention turned to her that she forced herself to keep her eyes up, willing herself not to let them travel past his stomach.

“Morning,” Harry smirked, knowing she had been checking him out moments ago.  There was no mistaking the heated stare of her eyes as she took him in.. all of him.  And he could tell by the twitching of her lips and the twinkle of her brown eyes that she was forcing herself not check out his full frontal.  “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” Bex answered, smacking her lips together, not being a fan of small talk after sex. “You?”

“Great, thanks.” He stood there, planting his hands low on his hips, testing her.  But she would not give him the smug satisfaction.  She would not look at his penis.  She wouldn’t.

“Well, this is slightly awkward.”

She quirked a brow.  “More awkward than you barging in here without a courtesy knock and taking a whizz right in front of me?”

Harry’s mouth curved at the spitfire that sat just a few feet away from him.  She had spunk, he liked that.  Last night, he had been too blind with lust to really notice her character.  Not that he had wanted to get her more.  They had been it perfectly clear what they were after.

“Ha! Well, there’s that.  I guess I’m an icebreaker.” Rebecca pursed her lips at that, refraining from delving into more conversation.  She was desperate to get out of there and grab a shower, the stickiness of sweat and sex clinging to her skin.  “So..”

She jumped up onto her feet and stuffed her vibrating cell in her pocket.  “So, I’ll see ya around.”

Harry blinked, bewildered.  He was used to being the one to let them down easy, coming up with some lame line about one thing or another.  Busy schedule.  Hectic life. Complicated circumstances.  “Oh.. yeah..”

Rebecca stuck her hand out in the space that stretched between them.  A smirk formed at the corners of his lips, Harry forcing the laughter that threatened to escape him deep down to spare her the embarrassment.  He took her offered hand, but instead of shaking it like she intended, he pulled her flush to him.  Rebecca gasped in surprise, crashing to his hard chest.  Harry, not wasting any time, lifted her chin in demand, forcing her to look at him.  When she obliged, the glint in his eyes stole her breath and made her legs tremble.

“Last night was amazing…” The lust in his voice was apparent and it shot tingles straight down her spine to her toes.

“It was,” she agreed in a heated whisper, Harry’s gaze falling to her swollen lips.  He couldn’t resist, couldn’t deny either of them of one last lingering kiss before they would part ways.  His head dipped, forefinger and thumb cradling her chin, and met her waiting lips in a slow, melting caress.

It took every ounce of strength Rebecca had to keep upright, her knees about to buckle from the feel of their mouth performing the erotic dance again, already familiar with their preferred nips and small licks after just one passionate night.  She didn’t want it to end, wanted more of him and his hands all over her, making her feel good and like a goddess. But he pulled back too soon, licking his lips to savor the taste her.

The lasting memory of the grin that slowly spread across his face and the seductive wink he threw her would surely appear in several of her fantasies for months to come.

“See ya around, Rebecca.”