I heaved the last drop of vomit from my stomach and then flushed the toilet and got to my feet. I leaned against the sink and splashed cold water on my face and ran my fingers through my hair. I brushed my teeth and then swished a mouthful of Listerine around for a moment.
I dried my mouth and hands on a towel and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot. My complexion was pale. I was relatively sober now. This was as good as it was going to get.
I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.
When I came back into the bedroom, Rebecca was already in my bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Rebecca
Nick looked much better when he came out of the bathroom than when he’d gone in. I had taken off my clothes and crawled into his bed. I sat leaning against the headboard with the sheet modestly tucked under my arms and covering my breasts.
“Why are you here?” Nick asked, standing at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips. “What, you think you can just show up and have your way with me? I’m a prince, not a gigolo.”
“Can’t you be both?” I asked with a smile.
“No, I can’t,” he said seriously. He spread out his hands. “I’ll ask again; why are you here?”
“I was wrong to let you leave,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I mean, it was just all so… sudden. Who knew a Russian prince was going to walk into my little bar and ask me to marry him? I mean, who does that?”
He sat on the end of the bed and shook his head. “Nobody does that,” he said quietly. “It was a stupid thing to do. I was just trying to save my father’s crown.”
“By marrying someone you don’t love? Someone you don’t even know?” I resisted the urge to throw the sheet aside and take him in my arms. He didn’t look like a big strong prince anymore. He looked like a little boy who needed to be held and loved.
“I know, it is a silly tradition and it doesn’t matter anymore,” he said. “I just have to come to the realization that the Kosnovian monarchy is nearing its end. My father must accept the fact. Even if you and I were to marry and produce an heir within a year, it wouldn’t change the will of the people. The monarchy is dead.”
“But it could change our lives,” I said hopefully.
He turned to gaze into my eyes for the first time since I’d arrived. “What do you mean?”
I reached out my hand and let the sheet fall away from my breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said as his fingers closed around mine. “I don’t want to spend my life behind that bar, but I’m not sure I want to get married and have babies either, at least not yet.”
He squeezed my hand and brought his dark eyes up to mine. “So what are you saying?”
“Perhaps it would be enough to tell the world the story of the handsome prince who rescued the damsel in distress from a snow-covered castle high in the mountains,” I said, tossing the sheet aside with one hand as I pulled him toward me with the other. “It may not save your crown, but it would make for one hell of a love story.”
I lay back and spread my legs as Nick placed himself on top of me with his cock and balls resting against my already wet pussy. He braced his arms at my sides and started sliding the length of his shaft up and down over my folds. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and helped set the motion.
“That would make for an interesting story,” he said. He leaned down to press his lips to mine. His tongue probed into my mouth and mine answered back, swirling around his. I nibbled at his bottom lip.
“Then rescue me, my prince,” I whispered into his ear as the head of his cock slid into my pussy. “And we will tell the world.”
Nick took a deep breath and held it as he thrust into me as far as his cock would go. My pussy walls tightened around him and began milking him with each stroke.
As Nick moved his hips back and forth, his cock plunging into me as his balls slapped my ass, I brought my hands up to his muscular back and dug my fingers in. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed. His handsome face was twisted into a mask of ecstasy.
I was getting close to coming. Every nerve in my body stood on end. I could feel our juices running from me, pooling, hot and sticky, around my asshole. I lifted my knees and wrapped my legs around his ass. I braced my hands on his arms and sucked in a deep breath of air and held it.
“I’m coming,” Nick said, opening his eyes to gaze into mine. “Come with me, my princess. Come with me now…”
“Yes, my prince,” I moaned as my orgasm matched his. I could feel his hot seed shooting inside me. My juices overflowed my pussy and covered his balls and the sheet beneath us.
One last thrust and Nick let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed into my arms with his head resting between my breasts.
As we lay there, listening to each other breath, I remembered the words I so often said to myself as I stood behind my father’s bar.
It would take a miracle to get me to leave this place.
I knew at that moment that my miracle was lying in my arms.
EPILOGUE: Nick