Recklessly Rogue (Royals Gone Rogue #4)

25. Henry

Chapter 25

Henry

R uby, of course, charmed everyone. I hadn’t been worried. Well, until Ellie started talking about setting her up with Autre boys.

The Landrys and their friends are an easy group to get along with, and Ruby attracts people naturally. It’s the way she sees people for who they are and accepts them as is. That will be what makes her fit in with this group perfectly. I suspect it won’t take long before she comes to Autre on a regular basis and, not because she really needs anything, but simply because she enjoys it.

They’re a rowdier bunch than she’s used to, but they’re all big-hearted and definitely subscribe to the idea that you don’t have to be blood to be family.

As we pull up to the big house where Cian and I lived during our time in Autre, I feel the need to tell her, “I’ve never brought a woman to this house.”

“You’re not trying to tell me you were celibate during the time you lived in Autre, are you?” she says, giving me a yeah right look.

“Not bringing women here and being celibate are two different, unrelated things,” I say, not wanting to get into it any further than that.

She gets out of the car and meets me at the front bumper. She looks up at the house.

“When we first moved here, this was a typical two-story house with three bedrooms and two baths,” I tell her.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. There aren’t a lot of houses for sale in Autre, and we didn’t want to build from the ground up, so we decided to remodel. Fiona liked the location because it’s close to the animal park.” I point. “She could see the giraffes from her balcony.”

Ruby shakes her head. “That’s incredible.”

I grin. “Because Fiona, Saoirse, Torin, and Cian were all going to live here along with Colin, Jonah, and me—and not just the royals were used to nicer accommodations and quite a bit more space—” I say with a self-deprecating grin. “The house was heavily renovated.

“There are actually two ‘wings’ in the house. Fiona, Saoirse, and Colin were in the east and the rest of us were in the west. Each room has a large bedroom that includes a sitting area and an ensuite bathroom. We all love each other and get along great, but it was important that we all have our own space too.

“Additionally, the house has a full gym in the basement and a huge living room, family room, and enormous kitchen on the first floor.”

“So why never bring a woman here?”

“There’s just something about this house, and this town,” I tell her. “This was sort of a haven. This felt more like home than anything had before. I think when we lived in Florida, Cian and I were younger, and things were a little more superficial. We were in college. We did a lot more partying and a lot more traveling. When we came here to Autre, we were more mature… at least I’d like to think so. Life seemed a little more serious. We were a little more settled. The house didn’t feel like a big frat house like it had in Florida.

“And something about Autre felt more like coming back to our hometown, even though I lived here less time than anywhere else.” I finally shrug. “I can’t explain it. We went to New Orleans plenty, and partied and yes, met women. But nobody ever came back to this house with me.”

Ruby is looking up at me with a mixture of emotions. She seems slightly amused, but there’s also love there. “You sure you want to bring me here? We can go back to New Orleans.”

I turn to her swiftly and crowd close. “I want you in this town, in this house, in my room, in my bed. I want to make love to you in this house. And every time I come visit you, I am going to fuck you in that very fancy apartment I got for you. But I also want to bring you down here, hang out with the Landrys, and love you in this house.”

Her smile has died, and she’s watching me with wide eyes. But she slowly nods. “Okay.”

That’s all she says, but that’s all she has to say.

I lead her into the house and give her a quick tour of the first floor, but we’re both eager to climb the stairs. She doesn’t need to see anyone else’s bedroom. I sent Sammy back to New Orleans to his family after he had dinner at Ellie’s, so right now, we have the whole place to ourselves.

“How about you save the ‘wows’ and ‘holy crap, that’s huge’ until we get into the bedroom, and I have my clothes off?” I ask as she says the words for the fifth time since coming through the front doors.

She giggles, and I can’t help myself, I bend and sweep her up into my arms, carrying her the rest of the way to my bedroom.

I stride through the sitting room area to the huge bed and toss her onto it.

“Show me I was right about the panties,” I tell her.

We both strip off our own clothes, eyes glued to one another.

“Oh yes, you look very good on this bed,” I tell her, leaning over to brace my hands on the mattress and then climbing up. She scoots up until her head is on the pillow, and I am looming over her.

“This room is easily as nice as any of the hotel rooms we could’ve stayed in,” she says.

“Maybe,” I agree. “But another perk of this room, is I can get a stripper pole installed in here.”

She laughs. “That will cost you ten thousand dollars.”

I lean down and say against her mouth, “I expect you to make that worth every penny.” Then I kiss her.

As always, the heat flares between us quickly, the need climbing rapidly. But it also feels sweet. I want to savor this. Ruby is in Autre. Two of my favorite things are combined. I want to take my time.

My palms glide down her side, absorbing the silky feel of her skin and the way she shivers under my touch. I linger at her breasts, teasing the already stiff points. When I get to her hips, I squeeze, and she arches up closer to me.

Our tongues are hungry against one another, and we’re moaning and gasping as her hands also travel down my back to my ass and then up my sides.

I settle all my weight more fully between her thighs and she opens them completely. I feel the heat of her pussy against my cock, and I rub against her clit.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her gruffly.

She does, her heels pressing into my ass.

I shift my hips back until the head of my cock nudges her hot, wet entrance.

“Yes, Henry,” she pleads.

“You’re already ready for me?” I ask.

“I’ve been ready for you since you bought that old building I used to live in and said you’d remodel it.”

I move, sliding just the head of my cock into her pussy. “The building you gave me a hard time about buying?”

“It’s so hot when you’re making the world better, Henry Dean.”

I slide in another inch. “So you’ve been walking around with wet panties ever since you met me,” I say, making sure I sound arrogant rather than like she’s wrapped a fist around my heart and is squeezing.

She giggles against my neck, and I give her another inch just for that happy sound.

“I pretty much have,” she admits. “It really was the British accent at first. And then you turned out to be the best man I’ve ever met.”

For that, I reach down and grasp her thigh, bringing it up and hooking her leg over my shoulder.

She gasps.

“We’re perfect for each other,” I tell her huskily, looking into her eyes. “Because you are the best person I’ve ever known.” I slide in another inch. “And I know a fucking king.” Then I thrust hard and bury myself fully in the pussy I will never get over.

Her moan is everything. Then her body clamps around me as if never wanting to let me go, and when I pull back to give her another long, hard stroke, the heat and friction is exquisite.

I pull back and thrust, pull back and thrust, and we don’t need any more words. We move together, making love to one another, making yet another memory that I will never be able to shake, and ingraining her even further into my mind and heart.

It doesn’t last long enough. Our bodies need each other like we need water and oxygen. Soon we’re both barreling toward our climaxes.

As we lie together in one of my favorite rooms in the world, I hold her close.

And for the first time ever, I wish I was a bartender, a veterinarian, a small-town cop, or even a town manager who got written in for Mayor over and over again. Anything that would allow me to stay next to this woman in bed every night for the rest of my life.

Anything but the bodyguard to a prince who would always have to eventually get on a plane and leave.