His Princess (A Royal Romance)(89)

“No, no, go on.”

She leans back in the seat. “I don’t know how I’m going to do all this, between work and the kids and school. I’m losing my mind. I have to be up before five tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to take the bus again. I can drive you.”

Her voice is tight, like she’s choking up. “Thank you. You’ve been really kind to me today.”

“I did spray you with a hose.”

She glances over at me with a hint of a smile pulling at her lips. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“I’m an *,” I sigh, “but I’m not that big of an *. If you’re going to get wet for me I’d rather it be voluntary.”

She flinches and turns red.

“Did you go to Catholic school?”

“No, why?” she says, blinking.

“Nothing.” I smirk. “Straight home, or do you want to grab something to eat?”

“I am hungry, but I should get something at home. I can’t really—”

“On me,” I add quickly.

“Oh. I… If you want.”

“There a McDonalds around here?”

“Of course.”

“I need directions.”

She nods. I drive, turning where she says, until I spot the Golden Arches and pull into the drive-through.

“What do you want, like a cheeseburger or something?”

“Um,” she says, “two Double Quarter Pounders with cheese. Ask for them plain.”

I blink at her a few times.

“I’m hungry,” she says sheepishly.

“Gotcha.”

I roll up to the speaker. “Gimme two twenty piece Chicken McNuggetses, two Double Quarter Pounders plain, two large Cokes, and a large chocolate shake.”

“Fries,” Rose chirps.

“Large fries.”

After we pull into a parking spot I pass her the bag and the milkshake.

“For me?”

“Yeah, we can split it if you want.”

She eyes me warily. “Oh. Okay. I don’t want to pig up your car here…”

“Don’t worry about that, Rose. The gods forged the 1968 Impala for eating fast food with a pretty girl.”

She flinches, color appearing on her pale cheeks, and turns to nibble at her first burger.

“Just eat it before it gets cold,” I sigh between stuffing nuggets in my mouth hole.

She gives me a guilty look then chows down.

It’s like when they feed the cow to the velociraptors in that movie. I’m impressed. After she finishes the first one she burps into her hand, shoots me an apologetic look, and eats the second one more slowly.

Leaning back in the seat, she says, “God, it’s been forever since I felt full.”

“I love to fill you up. Pass the shake.”

She giggles but stifles it as she passes it over and more slowly savors her burger.

“I can’t believe you don’t take the kids to McDonalds,” I say.

She swallows a bite and sighs. “I do, for a treat. I try to give them everything I can. I’ll eat ramen noodles if it means they get real food. Sometimes I can’t bring them here because they’ll insist Mommy eats too, I can’t just watch them. I can’t always spare the extra few bucks.”

“Let’s get them Happy Meals. Before I take you home.”

“Karen doesn’t get Happy Meals anymore.”

“She’ll get one if I tell her to get one,” I growl.

Rose laughs. Really laughs, coughs a little on a bite of burger, and keeps laughing.

“You’re a trip,” she says.

“Thanks, I guess.”

As she finishes the second Quarter Pounder and scrunches up the wrapper, she sighs. “I’m all bloated now.”

“Good, better bloated than starving.”

She tucks the trash into the bag and rolls it up.

“You know,” I say, “this is a bench seat.”

She blinks.

Then I sigh, lean over, hook my arm around her waist, and pull her across the seat.

She gaps in shock and her hands fall on my chest and stomach. Pressed up against me, she breathes hard. I can almost see her pulse trembling in her throat like a scared bird. I release my arm, resting it on the seat. She can pull away if she wants.

She looks a little scared.

“It’s not like that,” I murmur. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I haven’t forgiven you for the hose thing.”

“I haven’t forgiven you for unleashing your inner bitch on me five minutes after I got home.”

“I was trying to help you, you jerk,” she says, and plants her lips on mine.

Her kiss is almost clumsy, too eager. She tastes like cheeseburger and milkshake, and I pull her onto my lap as she kisses me hungrily, surprisingly so.

My surprise fades into a hunger of my own. Her legs spread over my body, straddling me, and she presses against my chest, her soft breasts pillowed against me. I run my hands up her side and she shudders, takes a break, and kisses me again, harder, with tongue this time. I like the feel of the sides of her tits, as they are squeezed against my chest.

She rolls her hips and groans, and her eyes flutter open. I’m hard as a rock, and she can feel it, and smiles. Her pink tongue wets her lips and she kisses me again.