Crown Jewels (Off-Limits Romance #1)(76)

“That’s good. Really good. But know I don’t expect anything. Okay? I mean that, too. I think that’s why I kept putting off telling you. It felt so nice being here and hanging out…” I shrug, and Liam’s arm goes around my back.

“Didn’t want to change that, aye?”

I smile at his accent, thickened by emotion, I guess. I nod. “Aye.”

“Nothing will change,” he says quietly, and then, “I’m glad we didn’t go zip-lining on the island. And the horses…” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure—”

“I read that they’re okay. Until my stomach starts to…show.”

I look up, finding his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. A teasing smile spreads over his face as he looks into my eyes. “We’ll find you a pony.”

I laugh. “No we won’t! I’m staying on a real horse. I’m a master rider, you know.”

Liam chuckles. “I’ll find a master pony for you.”

I punch him in the arm. He gives me the first grin I’ve seen in several hours. “If you want something bigger to ride?” He shrugs, and I howl at the pervy look on his face.

“You’re a pervert.”

“You’re one too.”

And somehow both of us are in the grass, and Liam’s on top of me until I turn the tables. Then I’m riding him. We kiss and kiss and kiss until I’m comfortable and not nervous, until I’m wet and throbbing. Then he peels my clothes off and I work his pants down. I play with his hard cock through the fabric of his underwear, loving the way he grits his teeth and moans; loving the control.

I strip his boxer-briefs away and take him in my mouth, teasing that notch underneath his head when he tenses and looks alarmed that I’m about to suck his dick.

“It’s fine,” I whisper. Then I lick around his head and take him deeper into my mouth, down my throat. I’m going to make him come like this, because I want—I need—to see him helpless, so that I can feel in charge.

For the same reason, I stop when he’s on the cusp. His balls are taut and hard, his cock swollen and jerking when I lick it, his abs quivering with every breath.

I pull his cock back and work my way atop him, loving the way he groans as I straddle him, teasing him there at my entrance the way he teased me.

“FUCK, Lucy…”

“If you’re sure you want it.” I grin, then I sink down on him.

It feels so amazing, all the pent-up pressure inside me tops off as I grind against him and Liam thrusts at the same moment. I come from just that one delicious motion, spasming around him as I cry out.

Liam’s chin tips up and his abs clench as he makes a tortured sound. Then I feel a burst of warmth inside me.





*





Liam





We decide to stay another night.

There’s a place near where we’re camped out called The Pool. It’s a tiny hot spring, but like the one on Pirate Island, it’s not that hot, so I think Lucy could get in it.

We spend the day fishing in a pond the stream leads down to, on some of the low lands around the castle. Then we both ride Pegasus to the hot springs. It’s the longest that I’ve been on the castle grounds in years. Hell, one of my longest stints outside in years, with the exception of some sailing excursions, and the week this summer when we camped at Patagonia.

As we ride Pegasus to The Pool, Lucy in the saddle, me behind her, I find myself telling her all about the summer. How Heath, our cousin Arden, his friend Bart, Ethan Lucas, a 20-year-old former boy band-er from the U.K., and occasionally Dec hit every continent but Antarctica in eleven weeks.

I can tell she’s holding back on something, so I pinch her hip and say, “What?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What aren’t you saying, Luce?”

“Me? Nothing.”

“C’mon now. I know you.”

“Do you?” Her back stiffens, and she sits up slightly straighter in the saddle.

I lift her hair and bite the nape of her neck. “Yes. I think I do.”

I feel her shiver. Just to be an ass, I bite her one more time. “Tell me.”

“You’re leaving a hickey!”

“You’ve got hair. No one will see. So tell me, Lucy. What are you holding back. If you don’t tell me, I’ll start guessing.”

She makes a pssh sound. “I’d like to hear that.”

“Okay.” I kiss her lightly on the nape, then smooth her hair back down. “I think it’s something relating to my Instagram account. You got quiet after I was telling you about Ethan posting that picture of the parrot.”

She sighs, just about the time I see the silver of The Pool, crisscrossed with the reflection of tree limbs.

“It’s not the parrot. It’s the women.”

“The women?”

“Not Ethan’s women. Yours, Liam.”

“I’m kind of lost.”

“Your women! From that entire trip. That’s all your Instagram feed was almost, at least there for a while. Just you and a bunch of models and the local girls wherever.”

“You don’t like that?”

It doesn’t make sense to me. Lucy doesn’t seem to be the jealous type, nor insecure.