“No, because then I’ll come in two seconds flat, baby,” he said.
My cock jumped, both from the idea of him coming and the sheer fact that he’d called me a simple, stupid term of endearment.
“I’ve always hated anytime anyone’s called me ‘baby,’” I said.
“I can stop.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I love it when it’s you.”
“Fuck,” he hissed as he thrust deep inside me again. “Christ, Sebastian, you feel so good.”
“Don’t worry about coming too quick,” I muttered. “I feel like I could come and I’m not even—I’m not even touching my cock.”
“Your body fits mine so perfectly,” he said.
“We should have been fucking for years,” I said. I was trying to make a joke, but I realized as soon as I’d said it that it made me a little sad.
We really should have been together like this for years. How many orgasms had we lost out on? How many times had we missed out on sleeping in the same bed, or cuddling, or kissing each other before we fell asleep?
“We’re going to make up for the lost time,” he said. I knew he could tell I was thinking about it, and that he was, too. “I love you.”
“God, I love you, too,” I said as he started to thrust more quickly inside me. The head of his cock was stroking against my prostate now, and my cock was aching because of it.
No matter how many times I’d sat on one of my many dildos, getting fucked by Henry really wasn’t anything like it. He hit me in places I hadn’t known I could be hit. This wasn’t some piece of expensive glass or silicone. It was my best friend. He could probably make me come without even trying.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered as he took my hips backward slightly, allowing himself to thrust deeper inside me. He wrapped one arm around me, stroking the head of my cock as he fucked me.
“I need you to come for me,” he uttered, his voice strained. “Because I’m about to lose it—”
“Oh my God,” I said, my breath coming out ragged and broken. “Good. I can’t hold it any longer—”
“Fuck,” Henry moaned, and he thrust hard inside me. I could feel his cock pulse as he came deep inside, and it was enough to set me off completely.
His hand gripped tight around my cock as I came, too, shooting white all over the window in front of us. And even though I was in a place I’d hated for so long, I knew I was exactly where I belonged right now.
With Henry, Frostmonte Castle wasn’t a jail sentence. It was something more like home.
A home with cum splattered on a window, of course.
“I needed that so bad,” he whispered, his breath heavy. “I needed you.”
“I did, too,” I said.
I felt him lean over, pressing a million tiny kisses on the skin of my back. He slowly slid out of me, and I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I spun around and saw the man I loved, glistening with sweat, his hair all perfectly messed up as usual.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a deep kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder afterward, and he gently rocked me in his arms, as though he was dancing with me to a slow song only we could hear.
“Oh man, we are going to need to clean up in here,” I said, looking all around at the mess behind him.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “As much as I love your cum being on the window, it’s probably not proper to leave that there.”
I laughed. “I didn’t mean the cum,” I said. “Although, yes, we have to clean that up, too.”
“You don’t want to leave big piles of broken glass in here, huh?” he asked.
“Believe it or not, I don’t like to decorate with hazards, no,” I said. “We have to clean up all of it. Soon.”
“Why soon?”
I looked him in the eyes. “Because Frostmonte Castle is having a party tomorrow night.”
17
Henry
“You made it,” I said, covering Tracy in a tight hug as soon as she stepped into the grand front doors of the castle.
“Of course I did,” she said. “You think I’d miss the first open party ever held in the castle?”
“I guess tonight is a pretty big deal,” I said.
“Plus, last time I saw you, you said I was your only friend in Frostmonte Kingdom.”
“And you felt sorry for me,” I said.
“Well, yeah, a little,” she told me, a teasing look in her eyes. “And I also had to come up to the castle to say I told you so.”
“And what exactly did you tell me?”
“Oh, please, Henry,” she said. I led her through the grand entryway into the main ballroom, where the party was just getting started. “I knew you came back here because of him.”
I pulled in a deep breath. “I guess I did,” I finally admitted. “I just never knew I could actually have him.”
She nodded behind me. “It seems like you have him wrapped around your finger, the way he looks at you.”
I turned to see Sebastian walking over, smiling as he made his way through the crowd of guests. He looked incredible. He’d chosen a deep cobalt blue suit for tonight instead of his usual black and white, and it made his eyes stand out like crystalline jewels.
“Tracy,” he said, “welcome.”
He leaned in to give her a hug.
“You remember me, your highness?” she asked.
“Of course I remember you,” he said. “You were always so nice to us when we were kids. You bought us real food when we just wanted to eat candy.”
“You were sweet kids,” she said. She swallowed hard, and for the first time ever, I swore I could see Tracy at a loss for words. She was usually so quick to joke, so wise and calm. But she looked overtaken, right now.
“You all right, Trace?” I asked. A worker walked past with a tray of champagne glasses, and I grabbed one, handing it to Tracy.
“I’m just really happy for you two,” she said. I could see a slight wateriness forming in her eyes.
It was at that moment I fully realized that Tracy wasn’t just a lawyer to me, or even just a friend. She was someone who had cared about me, in some small way, since I was a kid. She may not have always had a huge presence in my life, but she had always accepted me for exactly who I was. She had always accepted Sebastian for who he was, too—royal or not.
In a lot of ways, she was like a mom to me, in ways that my mom never was.
And I knew that was something that Sebastian had to feel, too. We’d both had bad luck when it came to parents, but it didn’t mean we had no one.
“Thank you so much,” Sebastian said. He reached out and squeezed Tracy’s hand. “The days of Frostmonte Castle being closed off to the townspeople are over. Really over. I want to transform this place into somewhere for everyone.”
“It’s a beautiful thing,” she said. “Something I wish had existed when I was younger.”
“Me, too,” Sebastian said. “We’re going to start holding classes here. Gardening classes, ice sculpture carving, ice skating out on the rink, and then more boring ones like international diplomacy and global relations.”