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Authors: Marci Fawn
Dirty Crown: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Royal Romance (with BONUS book - Rebel Rockstar!) (37 page)
A
s the night progresses
, I realize that I was wrong to worry. I should have spent more time enjoying the concert than freaking out. I should have trusted that everyone was going to do the best job possible, because that’s exactly what they have done. I even do a little bit of singing myself—I hadn’t planned to, necessarily, but the crowd calls out for it, so I get up to do three of my most famous songs just to please the happy audience.
After that, I give a little speech before the real partying begins, just to sum the evening up. “Thank you everyone for coming,” I say to the screaming, cheering crowd. “All the acts have been amazing, so thank you to everyone who performed.” More yelling. “On top of that, we’ve raised a very cool forty-five thousand dollars, which is much more than I was expecting. That money will
all
be going to help victims of abuse, so you have all done something amazing here.”
I wait for a second for the cheering to stop. After a while, people seem to notice that there is more to come, because an odd hush falls over the crowd. “I just have one more thing to do before we can get to the real fun.” I smile at everyone as chuckles pepper the crowd. “Will Jemima Rockwell join me onstage?”
A spotlight shines on her, and she gives her mom a confused look. Her mom simply shrugs innocently, as if she has no idea of what’s to come. The crowd parts as she walks, and I take a second to examine the stunner that’s practically floating toward me. She’s in a gorgeous black dress, but everything else about her is very natural, very Jem. Gone is the crazy updo and the heavy makeup Kim insisted on while she was trying to create the sexier version of her—which was crazy. She’s so much more attractive when she’s just being herself. Now she has her hair hanging loose, and a flicker of mascara on her eyelashes, making her a vision of beauty.
She walks up the steps, giving me a look, begging me to tell her what’s going on, but I simply smile. She’s probably expecting some sort of extra congratulations. I’m sure that she has no idea what I really have planned. As she stands next to me, I take her hands in mine and gaze into her eyes for a few short seconds before dropping to my knee and tugging the ring out of my pocket.
As the realization hits her, she gasps loudly and slaps her hands across her mouth. She glances at her mom, who grins widely at her—I asked her permission for this, and she helped me plan it, so I know for a fact that she’s on board.
“Jemima Rockwell,” I start, dragging her attention back to me. “You are the love of my life. I love you now more than I ever have, and that only increases with each day that passes.” Tears shine in her eyes, which makes it difficult not to get choked up myself. “I know that our road hasn’t been an easy one, but I feel like everything we’ve faced has just made us stronger. It’s built us up so we can face anything.” The crowd is hushed in anticipation. “I want to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman alive. Will you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?”
She waits a beat too long to answer, causing my fear levels to rise rapidly. Suddenly I imagine a scenario that I hadn’t planned for at all.
What if she says no? What the hell will I do? All these people will see my rejection. I’ll never be able to go out in public again…
Then she answers.
“Oh, my God, Nate, of course I will!” she cries, shattering all of my negative thoughts. I pick her up and spin her around in the air while the crowd bursts into the loudest cheers yet.
* * *
W
e get home
a few hours later, both elated from the night and a little shattered too. That doesn’t stop me from desiring this woman—my fiancée. She has barely stepped inside and I’m already crashing against her, pushing her back against the wall and kissing her with all the intensity that I feel for her.
She presses her body up against mine, molding into me. As we kiss, her hands get tangled up in my hair, her breaths become labored, and all of it revs up my body to a whole new level.
“I love you, you know.” She stops me, pushing back to look at me, sounding serious for just a second. “I really do. I need you to know that, after all you’ve done for me today.”
“I love you too,” I reply, kissing her once more. “I would do anything for you. I hope you know that.” The passion radiating from Jem’s lips sparks a fire within me, one that feels like it could burn me up. She’s trailing her fingers down my body, sending bolts of desire racing right through me. “You’re the love of my life, and I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
I pull her body closer to mine, wrapping her arms around me, and she grinds her hips seductively into me, causing my cock to strain painfully against my pants. My heart pounds with desire, almost bursting from my chest. I’m so close to getting exactly what I’ve been wanting all evening. If I don’t have her now, my body might just collapse from longing. As I trail slow kisses all over her, I wonder how there was ever anyone before her. This is the most perfect woman on the planet, and I’m so glad that I have her.
Heat pools in the bottom of my stomach, zipping through my veins as our hands explore each other’s bodies. It sets each one of my limbs on fire, leaving me dizzy with desire. I love this woman. I love her so fiercely, so damn much, and I want to physically express that to her. I want her to understand just how much she means to me.
I tug her dress over her head, revealing the gorgeous milky skin beneath. My heart pounds hard against my chest and I eye her up and down, wondering how I got so damn lucky.
“You’re so beautiful,” I moan before unhooking her bra and running my hands over her naked breasts, tugging and playing with her nipples as I go, knowing exactly what she likes. I’m getting to know her body really well now, even better than she does, and I love that. I love giving her new experiences and doing things to her that she wasn’t expecting to like. There’s no better feeling in the world.
Well, except the moment that she agreed to be my wife.
Jem throws her head back in ecstasy, closing her eyes, fully losing herself in the moment. I take full advantage of this, raining kisses down over her neck and collarbone, making her increasingly wild. I explore every inch of her curves with my hands, enjoying how familiar and how different she feels every time we’re together. I can’t imagine ever feeling anything but excited with Jem, and I’m so happy to see what the future holds.
“Oh, God…” I groan as she touches me too, exploring the hardness that she’s given me. She touches my cock with her soft fingers, but as she gets more confident and excited, she grips me tighter, growing hungrier for me. “Oh, fuck, Jem.” In the end I have to pull her hand away. Much as I’m enjoying what she’s doing to me, I don’t want to lose myself too quickly.
I slide her lace panties off of her, staring deeply into her eyes the entire time. Then I wrap her legs around me and drive myself into her, right there, up against the wall.
“I love you, future Mrs. Romero.” I smile, kissing her lightly as I thrust teasingly into her. “I cannot wait for you to be my wife.”
“I can’t wait for that either.” She trails her nails down my back, thrusting against me too. Before long, I can feel her walls contracting and I can see by her eyes that she’s getting close, that she’s almost there, and I move harder and faster against her.
We both collapse into one another’s arms, giving into the amazing pleasure that we’re giving one another. I grip her tighter, never wanting to let her go.
“Come on.” I hold her hand, giving her a loving smile. “Let’s go to bed. We need to start wedding planning tomorrow.”
“Already?” she exclaims, laughing loudly. “Really? Don’t you want to be engaged for a while first?”
“Hell no!” I reply. “I want you to be my wife right now. I want you to be mine forever.”
O
ne year later
…
“
A
re you getting excited yet
?” Lola points down to my swollen belly. “Or are you terrified of giving birth?” I laugh, thinking that I’d hit her if she weren’t in exactly the same boat herself.
“It’s all right for you,” I exclaim. “You’re only having the one!” I still can’t believe that Nate and I are about to have our lives completely shaken up by the birth of our twin boys. It seems absolutely insane. As soon as our wedding was over, Nate started talking about having children and growing our family, but I didn’t expect it to happen quite so quickly.
“Hey, at least your pregnancy will be over soon!” Tonya exclaims, looking at her smaller stomach. “I still have forever to go.” She and Simon are due to get married in a few weeks, and much as she’s happy to be having a baby, it’s stressing her out that she’s having to have her dress and everything adjusted to suit her new growing body. At least by that time, I’ll have given birth, so I’ll be able to relax more with my bridesmaid duties.
I can’t believe that all three of us have ended up in a situation where we’re all having babies around the same time—it’s more perfect than anything else in the world. When I first found out that I was expecting, I was terrified, but when Lola announced her news not long after, I felt better, since I knew I’d have someone going through the same things with me. She and Ben are married now too.
The six of us are now pretty much inseparable, which is wonderful for all of us. I love our little group. It feels amazing to have a readymade family. Nate and Tonya are still very successful in their singing careers, but they’re thinking about slowing down to incorporate family life. Lola has been on a break for a while, ever since the thing with Cole, but I’m sure she’ll go back to it when she’s ready. When she’s older and wiser, and ready to tackle the industry head on. She’s even thinking about trying acting, which I think she’ll be brilliant at. At least Ben’s books are selling—he’s supporting them both very well, giving her the time she needs to make up her mind.
As for me, I’m a singing coach these days and loving every second of it. I’m still slowly making a new album, but with my priorities changing, everything is different in my life. I’m so happy with the way things are that it honestly doesn’t matter if I never release new music again.
I have my mom here too, which is amazing—she’s a hugely successful party planner. Her entire life has become a whirlwind of activity and fun, and she’s so happy. I even suspect that she might have met someone new, but she’s keeping quiet about that one at the moment. I’m just so glad to have her back, to have that mother-daughter bond all over again.
“Did you hear?” Tonya continues. “Cole’s appeal was unsuccessful.”
His court case was difficult. He denied everything and fought us at every turn, but in the end he was found guilty and sentenced to a few years. He keeps trying to appeal that decision, but luckily he isn’t getting anywhere with it.
“Good,” Lola snaps angrily. “He deserves nothing!”
“Right, girls.” I turn their attention back to what’s happening. “The midwife is here. The birthing class is about to start. Let’s go!”
“Ooh, can’t wait.” Lola laughs. “What fun!”
“What did I miss?”
A hand wraps around my waist and a gentle kiss lands on my shoulder. I melt into my husband, my love, my only one. Nathan Romero. The future father of my child.
“Missed you, baby,” he tells me.
“We missed you, too,” I whisper back, putting his large hand on my swollen belly.