ROME
It was the best two months of being married to my wonderful wife, Princess Carlott. Our church wedding was spectacular and perfect.
My family, friends, and loved ones were around. Carly loved the fifteen-minute surprise drone show and was teary the whole time.
A week later, a new royal family member was born. The Duchess gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Princess Aaliyah Aleksiea.
I saw the look in my wife’s eyes as we first lay an eye on her niece. And I knew if we were blessed, she would be ready to be a mother.
After our tour of over eight cities, we flew to the States. We visited my mother in her office. We also met my brother, and he started working at the Langston Realty Group. Then we had dinner with my brothers.
My life was good.
“What’s with the smile? The bride hasn’t arrived.” I leaned to kiss my wife on her head. Today was Zee and Heera’s wedding day.
We became their principal sponsors since Carly and I were already married. Heera replaced Carly as her maid of honor with her cousin.
“I remember our wedding.”
“It was beautiful, and I couldn’t get over the drone show. And then the house was perfect. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
The cellist started playing.
The whole beautiful Middle Eastern theme venue went silent.
The decor was elegant. The guests, including my wife and me, rose to our feet and turned to watch as the bridal party came out. Then the bridesmaid and groomsman walked in next. Then the bride was in her father’s arms. Heera was beautiful in her modest long elegant gown.
I turned to look at Zee. He looked handsome in his black tux. Beside him was Sax, his best man. The other guys were probably his cousins.
He barely blinked, and I felt like he was holding his breath.
I knew exactly how he felt right now. I was mind-blown as Carly walked down the aisle with the King. She took my breath away. It made me smile every time I recalled that beautiful and perfect day.
Zee and Heera got married in a private Muslim ceremony last week. Today was just their formal wedding in the presence of their friends and family.
“You saw yourself in him, didn’t you?” My wife elbowed me.
“Shut up,” I whispered. “He is literally drooling, and I wasn’t.”
“Really? You barely blinked.”
I looked at my wife and smiled. “You looked stunning and graceful that day,” I whispered to her. “The most beautiful bride I’d ever seen.”
“You looked handsome in your uniform, babe. But today is their day. So you better behave yourself.”
“Or what?”
“You’ll find it out.”
The officiant spoke of love and marriage. My wife wrapped her hands around my arm and leaned against me. Her eyes danced with tears. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
After the ceremony, we gathered at the reception.
“Congratulations, Zee.” I pulled him in a brotherly hug. “I have no doubt you will make Heera a happy wife. You’re a good man, and I’m proud to call you my brother.”
“I love you, too, man.” He smiled. His eyes danced with joy.
“You are beautiful.” My wife was hugging his bride.
We almost arrived late. She was supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, but we were late, as Carly had stomach upset at night. Thankfully, it got better when she woke up. And then we had morning sex.
“Thank you for coming. I know you both are busy.”
“You are my best friend, Heera. I will hold anything in my schedule just to attend your wedding. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Princess. And to you, too, Rome.”
“Anything for the both of you.”
The father and daughter dance had begun. My wife watched them in awe.
Linden came to us. “Nice party.”
“You should get married, Linden. You’re getting old.”
He chuckled as he looked at Carly and me. “Do you have someone who can recommend to me?”
“You, a manwhore will settle down?” My wife poked his chest.
“Oh, come on. Mykel was once a playboy until he met Adley. Now he has eyes on Adley alone.”
“You have to work for me, and I know just a perfect woman for you.”
My wife held my arm. “Do I know her?”
“Elia.”
“The project manager?” She widened her eyes as she remembered something. “Yeah. She’s hot.”
“Really?” Linden didn’t even take us seriously.
“Trust me. I know your type.”
He snorted. “I don’t have a type.”
“Well, you’ll die single, and no one will take care of you when you grow old.”
I laughed at my wife. “Don’t force him. But if you visit us, I will introduce you to her.”
“Whatever.” He snatched a glass of champagne. “I don’t like complications. And after seeing both of you in pain. God, no, thank you.”
“You can’t control your feelings, Linden. Once you meet the right one for you, you will be helpless, but go with the heart tells you to.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around my wife. “Speaking from the experience, my princess.”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry, guys. I’m leaving. I think I just found the perfect one to have a one-night stand with me tonight.”
“Good luck. Use protection.”
I laughed as he pressed a finger against his lips.
I took my wife to the dance floor when everyone started dancing. “Fifty dollars if he won’t get a second date with Elia.”
“Deal. Your fifty is mine if Linden will fall in love with her.”
“Deal. We should ask him to come to us when we go home.”
“Speaking of. I want you, sweetheart. I want you naked as soon as we get in the cabin.”
***
I stalked her into the bathroom and caged her with my arms against the sink.
I crushed my mouth against her and kissed her savagely as I worked my hands unzipping her dress. The material slithered down her legs.” I want you now, sweetheart.”
I broke the kiss and turned her around. My gaze burned as I settled on her lacy strapless bra. The thing fell to the floor in one flick of my fingers on the hook at her back. “Spread your legs for me. Wide.”
She did as I asked, biting her bottom lip.
“Touch yourself.” My command made her eyes wide, but she slid her finger between her thighs. Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I whispered, “Are you wet, Storm?”
She nodded slightly.
“Show me, my love.”
She slowly raised her finger, and I held her wrist and looked at how wet she was. I put her finger into my mouth, sucking it.
She gasped, pressing her legs together.
And she tasted sweet as always.
“Bend. Show me the ass and my pussy.” She obeyed me instantly. I unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, and let it fall down my knees. I loosened the tie around my neck and two buttons of my shirt.
“Look at me as I fuck you.” I rubbed my palm against her spine, gripped my already hard cock, and rubbed at her wet pussy. She jerked.
Spreading her wetness around her folds, I teased her tiny hole.
She breathed shakily.
I pressed the tip of my cock and thrust inside her.
She gasped, her mouth hung open.
It felt so fucking good. And when she surrendered herself to me, It made me delirious with pleasure.
I fucked her hard and deep and fast.
Moaning, she pushed her ass back, asking for more. Watching us together through hooded eyes, dizzy in lust, breathless in astonishment, it almost brought me to the edge.
“Come for me, Storm.” When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I growled.
Delirious, Carly cried out, her pussy clenching around me, squeezing me tight. Her knees nearly collapsed as she convulsed before me.
“Fuck.” With one brutal thrust, I pressed my thumb into her tiny hole. My eyes flared wide, shuddering as I emptied my release inside her.
***
“Babe?” I was half-sleep when she nudged me.
“What time is it?”
“Quarter to five. Babe, please?”
I rubbed my eyes as I looked at her. “Are you okay?”
Her face contorted, and she was shaking her head.
I was already sitting in bed in panic. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I woke up and threw up.”
“Fuck.” I placed my palm on her forehead and the back of my hand on her neck. She was not febrile.
“I’ll call Cade. We’ll go to the hospital. Just sit tight. Let me use the bathroom quick.” I quickly went to the bathroom, peed, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.
When I came back, she was already wearing a shirt and jeans. “Sweetheart, I could have helped you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You threw up. Maybe you ate something.” Or maybe she was pregnant. I hid my smile, hoping my suspicion was right.
An hour later, we arrived at the nearest hospital.
The doctor placed a stethoscope on her chest and on her back. “You said you threw up, honey?”
“Two nights ago, she had a stomach upset,” I answered.
“And you are?”
“The husband. Rome.”
She checked Carly’s vitals, examined her, and withdrew blood. “The blood analysis report will come shortly. Can you please, fill up the info for your wife?”
“Of course.”
“I will be right back.”
“Thank you.” I sat beside Carly and kissed her head. “Talk to me, Storm.”
“I’m fine. Just a little worried.”
“About?”
“I don’t know.”
I squeezed her hand and pressed it against my lips. “You’ll be okay. You’re not allergic to something we ate, right?”
“Nope.”
The doctor came back, and her eyes were glued to the form I filled up. Then she looked at my wife. “You are. Oh, my God! I knew it. Your Royal Highness.”
“Please, doc. Don’t tell anyone,” I asked the doctor silently. “We don’t want attention, and we can’t leak the result to the public.”
“Oh, no problem. It’s an honor.” She shook my wife’s hand and mine. “Mr. Langston.”
“Thank you.”
“May I ask when was the last time you had your period?”
I looked at my wife, waiting for her reaction. I was already smiling when she pursed her lips.
“Do you want me to call an obstetrician?”
“Yes,” I answered instantly.
“The blood and an ultrasound will confirm my prognosis.” The doctor smiled and left.
“We’re pregnant, sweetheart? Did you check it at home?”
“No. But I am delayed for a week.”
“And you did not tell me why?”
“You like surprises.” She smiled tightly at me.
“I wish we were.” I kissed her. “I couldn’t wait to be a dad.”
“I can’t believe it.” Finally, her smile widened. “But don’t get too excited.”
“Oh, too late. I’m thrilled.”
Twenty minutes, the obstetrician arrived and did an ultrasound on my wife. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Langston! You’re having a baby.”
“Yes!”