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Drake and Riley are so great together. I love seeing Drake's protective side. It makes him so much sexier. Jared sounds like a total prick, and I hope Drake has the opportunity to punch him in the face before the story ends.

Savage Love Chapter 2: Cordonia Bound

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: Lemons.

My other stuff: Master List

The next morning, we found ourselves back in the hotel restaurant having breakfast this time.

I had spent the night in his room, something I normally don’t do. Spend the night that is. But after round three, I was too tired to worry about it and we fell asleep tangled up together.

The upside to spending the night is morning sex. I woke up to his breath tickling the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. When I rolled over to face him, he had kissed every inch of my body from head to toe before finally burying his head between my legs. The memory made me shiver. Then again when he joined me in the shower, his rough hands running all over my soap slicked body before picking me up and fucking me up against the wall, water spraying down on us.

I had given him my standard lecture about professionalism on the job, despite what might happen off the clock. And he had listened. One minute, he was behind me, his mouth licking and nipping at my neck and ear, his hands sliding under my shirt as I giggled while I struggled with the door. The next, the moment we were in the hallway, in public, he stepped back a respectable distance and kept his hands to himself. I might or might not have felt just a sliver of disappointment.

But the glances he kept shooting me during breakfast conveyed that he was also still thinking about last night and this morning.

We drove to the airport in his rental car. I didn’t keep a personal vehicle stateside. Being undercover as a waitress living in New York, I’d had no need for one. I had given up the dingy apartment that had been part of my cover the moment the bust was made and had been living out of my suitcase at the hotel in the two weeks since. There was no need for a house or apartment, I never stayed anywhere long enough to need one.

The jet was pretty luxurious, I’ll give it that. I deposited my duffle bag in an empty seat.

“We’re waiting for one more, right?” Drake asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, “It’s agency policy to send two agents. I’ll be doing all the undercover work, but they’ll place someone in a position where I’ll have access to them without raising suspicion, so they can relay message back and forth, liaison between me and the office basically.”

“Right. We’re supposed to give this guy a job as a butler at the palace.”

“That seems reasonable.”

“Do you know who they’re sending?”

“No.” I gave him a smirk, “Someone kept me distracted last night so I didn’t check my messages.”

His face lit up with that panty dropping grin again as he replied, “Are you complaining?”

“Absolutely not.” I told him, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter who it is, I get along and work well with everyone except- oh shit!”

His head swiveled to follow my gaze out the window to the man striding across the tarmac.

“Except him, I take it?” Drake looked at me questioningly.

I sighed. “Jared Lewis. I fucked him once about three years ago, a drunken mistake, which I told him the next morning. But he got all weird and possessive and made things awkward. I hate it when guys get all territorial, especially after just one fucking night. Presumptuous bastard.”

Drake raised an eyebrow, “Tell me how you really feel Brooks.”

Before I could respond, Jared strolled onto the jet. His eyes found me immediately then flicked over to Drake.

“You must be Captain Walker, I’m agent Lewis.” He said offering his hand.

Drake took it, “Nice to meet you.”

“Riley.” He ran his hand down my arm.

“Jared.” I moved away from him.

Drake took a seat, Jared sat across from him and motioned for me to sit next to him. I pointedly took a seat near Drake, who smothered a grin with a fake cough.

We buckled in and the plane took off. Once we were in the air and could unbuckle, I moved over to sit in the seat right next to Drake.

“We should go over the case, I need to start learning who’s who at court, so I know who to target, who to befriend, who to watch out for, that kind of thing.”

“Yep.” Drake pulled out a thick stack of folders, “Although I have a feeling everyone should be watching out for you.”

I gave him a mischievous smile. “You got that right!”

He flipped the first file to me, “Before we get to suspects, I thought you might want to start with the prince you’re supposed to be there for.”

I grabbed it and said, “I know Cordonia has been ruled by the Rys family since the time of Kenna Rys.”

“Everyone knows that.” Drake replied.

I searched my memory, “Constantine Rys is the current monarch, he has two sons, right?”

“That’s right.”

I flipped the file open and read through some pages, “Leonardo Tiberius Constantine Fabian Rys. Attended boarding school then university abroad, reputation as a playboy. Has been gradually taking on more and more responsibilities of the crown as Constantine gets closer to retirement. Has had three women claim to have his love child, all three disproven with paternity testing. He keeps busy.”

I flipped to the picture at the back, “Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, very Greek god physique.”

Drake laughed, “Yes, thus the playboy reputation. But you don’t sound that impressed.”

I shrugged, “He’s objectively hot, but not really my type.”

“No?”

“No.”

“What is your type?” He asked with an impish grin.

“Me, I’m her type.” Jared said.

“Excuse me?” Drake turned to stare at him like he was stupid. Which he was.

Jared looked at Drake and jerked his head toward me, “Riley and I go way back.”

“So I’ve heard.” Drake said drily.

His eyes flicked over to me in annoyance then he covered it with a smile, “All good I hope.” Turning to me he said, “Remember that night in the Bahamas after the Salvadori case?”

“Jesus Jared, what the fuck is this? Are you seriously trying to stake a claim? Do you want to lift your leg and pee on me?”

He laughed tightly, “No, just didn’t want Walker here to-“

“Oh, I get it, you want to make sure he knows you fucked me. Jesus it was three years ago, over in five minutes and unsatisfying. I wouldn’t go around bragging about it if I were you.”

Drake chocked on the drink of water he’d been taking.

Jared’s lips pressed into a thin line as a red flush crept across his face. Finally he said, “Whatever Riley. It’s your story, you tell it however you want. Shouldn’t we get back to business?”

Drake flicked his eyes over to Jared briefly then back to hold mine. I shrugged.

“We’re all going to be working together for the next four months,” Drake said, “I hope that whatever has happened in the past won’t get in the way of the case.”

Jared flushed again, “Of course not.”

“Good. Then let’s continue.” Drake pulled out the next file.

We spent the next several hours going through dossiers of known or suspected Via Imperi members within Cordonia.

“This one, Emmeline Ebrim. Her daughter is a suitor?”

“Yes ma’am, Penelope.” He tossed me her file.

I gave him a look, “What did I tell you about calling me ma’am?”

He laughed, “Sorry Brooks.”

“She can be bossy.” Jared said in an apologetic tone.

I gave him a withering look, “Don’t apologize for me.”

“It’s ok.” Drake said, “I like it.” He gave me a heated look and I couldn’t help but smile back.

Jared’s eyes darted between us, “Really?”

“Really what?” I asked in annoyance.

“You’ve known him less than 24 hours.”

I shrugged, “Just because it took you six months to close the deal….” I muttered under my breath.

Drake made a half laugh, fake cough sound.

“I’m just saying, maybe you should focus on the job.”

“Are you trying to slut shame me? Not gonna work. The only thing insulting in that statement is the insinuate that any of my extracurriculars have ever interfered with my job. I don’t hear you giving shit to Sanchez or Miller or, well, any of the other male agents for what they do in their free time.”

Drake stretched and said, “You know what? It’s almost time for lunch, we’ve been at it for hours, I think we can take a break.”

“Perfect.” I said, standing and grabbing my bag, “There are private bedrooms on this plane, yeah?”

Drake nodded.

“Could you show me to one so I can I put my stuff away? I’m thinking about taking a quick nap before lunch. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

I watched in satisfaction as his pupils dilated at the reminder.

As soon as we were out of Jared’s hearing, I turned to Drake and said, “Thanks.”

“For what?” I didn’t do anything.” He gave me a sidelong glance.

“Exactly. Most men would have tried to rescue or defend me or stake a claim of their own. At the very least, gotten territorial.”

“I’d like to think I know you a little better than that, Brooks, even after only 24 hours. Besides, I’d hate to be a presumptuous bastard.”

I let out a laugh at that. This guy really seemed to get it. I liked him more and more.

“Here we go.” He said opening a door and ushering me inside.

I threw the duffle on the bed and turned back to him. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, I pulled him inside and let the door fall shut behind him. I pushed him back against the wall and pulled his head down into a kiss.

When we broke the kiss, he pulled away and asked, “What are we doing here Brooks?”

“Oh, is that not obvious? Guess I need to work on my communication skills. I thought you deserved a little reward for not being a presumptuous bastard.” I gave him a playful smile as I stepped back and started unbuttoning my blouse.

He sucked in a breath, “I’m not complaining but, Agent Lewis is right out-“

“Fuck Lewis.”

“I thought we established that you already have.” His mouth quirked up at the corner.

“Are you jealous?” I asked as I dropped the shirt on the bed and reached behind to unclasp the bra.

“Of that guy? No.” He reached out and pulled me back, spinning us so I was now the one against the wall. He finished removing the bra and dropped his head to trail hot kisses down my neck and shoulders as one hand moved up to cup a breast.

“Good, because we also established that it was three years ago and was unsatisfying.” I reminded him as I tangled my hands in his hair and arched my body into him.

“So, was I satisfying?” His head had been moving down my chest, but he stopped and lifted it to look at my face as I answered.

“Yes, Captain, you were very satisfying. Gold star. You exceeded expectations, now take your clothes off.” I pulled his shirt up and over his head then tossed it to the side.

He snickered as his hands moved to undo his pants, “You are bossy.”

“You said you liked it.” I scraped my nails lightly down the front of his chest and he shivered in response.

“I fucking love it,” He growled as he stepped out of his pants, “But I thought you said you wanted to maintain professionalism-“

“On the clock, Captain. Didn’t you just say we were on a lunch break?” I kicked out of my shoes.

“That I did.” He agreed running a hand under my skirt. “Jesus Christ woman, you didn’t tell me you weren’t wearing anything under here!”

“Thought I’d let you discover that on your own.” I murmured into his mouth as I pulled the zipper down and shimmied out of it.

A smile spread across his face, “So this was planned?”

“You wish.” I told him as I shoved him backwards onto the bed. He landed in a sitting position, and I straddled him. He let out a groan and his fingers dug into my hips as I slid myself onto him.

I pulled his head into my chest as he lavished attention on each breast in turn, pulling and sucking at my rock-hard nipples. I let my head drop forward to bury in his hair, inhaling his scent as I moved myself up and down.

He thrust himself up into me and tilted his head back to watch my face as I ground myself against him over and over again until I felt the white-hot pleasure coil in my center, each thrust tightening something deep within me until I cried out in ecstasy and this time, I did use his name.

The moment his name left my lips, he thrust harder up into me as his hands pulled me down and held me in place. A primal sound issued from him as he exploded inside me, “Riley, fuck!”

We sat there for a few moments, him gripping my body tightly against his, me, arms wrapped around him, his head resting on my chest while mine rested on the top of his. Then I slipped out of his embrace and fell back on the mattress.

He fell back next to me, breathing still heavy. His hand found mine and he threaded his fingers through mine. I’m not really a hand holder, but I turned my head and grinned up at him. “You really like it when I call you by your name.”

He laughed at that and shook his head, “You’re killing me, you know that, right?”

“You look perfectly healthy to me.” I quipped, “Now get dressed. We should probably get back to work.” I pulled my hand out of his and climbed off the bed to retrieve my clothes.

He put his hands over his face and groaned, then sat up and said, “Ok, but for the record, while I’m not jealous, I don’t like that guy and if he puts his hands on you without your consent again, he might find himself with a broken wrist. Not because you can’t take care of yourself but because of the immense satisfaction it would give me. Ok?”

I shook my head, “Whatever Walker. Now get dressed.”

Jared looked pissed when we got back. He glared at us both but didn’t say anything.

We had lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening going over Via Imperi organizational structure, strongholds, known associates, and history. All things that could prove important to know during the course of the investigation. Jared behaved once we were deep into strategizing, he was at least that professional.

We landed in Cordonia just after midnight and took a limo to the palace. Drake dumped Jared on one of his underlings at the first possible opportunity then showed me to my room.

He excused himself to go attend to some guard business but was back within the hour. I opened the door to find him standing there with a stack of folders, “We still need to cover the rest of the people you’ll need to know, non-suspects but people you’ll be in contact with like the rest of the royal family and the other suitors. I thought you might like the files.”

I gave him a skeptical look, “Seems like that could have waited until tomorrow.”

A flush crept up his neck and face.

“Oh. My. God!” A smile spread across my face, “You just wanted an excuse to come to my room. Wow, Walker, you’ve got it bad. Can’t get enough, huh?”

“I…that….here,” He thrust the folders at me, “I should go.”

“Wait!”

He turned back toward me, “What?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t into it.” I grinned as I stepped back and opened the door, “Well hurry up and get inside before someone sees you!”

An hour later we fell asleep together, again, the files forgotten on the dresser.

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//“Something like that.” He met my eyes again, this time he held them, “Just to be clear, you totally just said you find me sexy and good looking.”//.... Such a Drake thing to say.

I love this man.

Savage Love Chapter 1: Trouble

Series: Savage Love

If you missed it, the prologue is here and will be important later.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: sexual innuendo, mild language

My other stuff: Master List.

I knocked on Director Barton’s door, she yelled “Come on in Brooks.”

I entered the room. Barton was seated behind her desk as usual, her mostly auburn but starting to be streaked with grey hair piled on top of her head in her signature messy bun. She was flipping through paperwork.

Seated across from her was an unfamiliar man. He turned and stood as I entered, reaching out his hand. I took it as Barton introduced him.

“Agent Brooks, meet Captain Drake Walker of the Cordonian Royal Guard.”

I took his hand as I drank him in. Tall, broad shoulders, scruffy five o’clock shadow covering a strong jaw. His chestnut hair fell just below his ears, and it was slightly messy giving him an all-around air of indifference.

“Nice to meet you.” His voice was deep and rumbly, the sound of it sent tingles through me. His handshake was firm but not too tight. You can tell a lot about a person by their handshake. His was confident without any unnecessary display of strength. Balanced. Sure of himself.

“Likewise.” I replied.

He released my hand and we both sat. I turned toward Barton expectantly. I knew I was here to receive my next assignment, having wrapped up the last one two weeks ago. I would, of course, have to be back in the sates to testify at trial, but that could be months or years. The wheels of justice turn slow. Not my problem. I put ‘em behind bars, it’s someone else’s job to make sure they stay there.

“You have a new assignment.” Barton thrust a folder at me.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m ready. What is it?”

She gave me a level look, “Are you familiar with the Via Imperii?”

I searched my memory, “Passingly. Secret cabal hell bent on taking over the world. They have members from all over the world and strangleholds on several European countries.”

“Right. Cordonia is requesting our help investigating and infiltrating the Via Imperii within their borders.”

I flipped through the file, it was full of information on known VI members, associates, movements and suspected members and people of interest. I raised an eyebrow. “This is quite a list.”

Captain Walker cleared his throat, “Matters are complicated by other factions within our borders. We’ve had some instability in recent years, and we fear the Via Imperii are using the opportunity to strengthen their hold.”

I nodded. “So where do I start? What’s my cover?”

Barton shifted nervously. I was immediately at attention. Very little rattled her. She knew whatever she was about to tell me was going to piss me off.

“We’re inserting you as yourself.”

I blinked. I stared at her for a moment not comprehending what she was saying. “As….myself?”

“Yes. The crown prince is hosting a social season to pick a wife. Joining the season as a suitor is the perfect cover, but to do that, we need someone who already understands how it all works, how to behave at court, proper protocols, forms of address-“

“Oh, hell no!” I threw the folder back on the desk. “Fuck that!”

I was on my feet and headed for the door, “Get Berkley or Higgs or hell, anyone else!”

“Brooks! Riley! The social season kicks off in less than a week, we don’t have time to train someone else to pretend to be from the aristocracy. We need you.”

“Agent Brooks.” Rumbled the hot guy with the sexy accent, “I would consider it a personal favor if you would reconsider. One of the members of the royal family is my best friend, like a brother to me. I can’t let anything happen to him, he needs your help, Cordonia needs your help…I need your help.”

I was standing with my hand on the door. Fuck! Why did he have to sound so damn sexy and humble and beseeching, and did I mention sexy? Ugh!

I turned and sighed. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” He said softly. Oh yeah, he was gonna be trouble, I could tell that already. I’m a sucker for a big strong man that needs my help nonetheless. Probably something wrong with me that I should explore in therapy.

“Listen Brooks, I know you hate the nobility and all the bullshit that comes with it, but this is for a good cause, and you were literally born with the perfect cover.” Barton told me.

She knew my background. Born into one of the great houses of Monterisso, raised to be a proper lady. Well, at least my poor mother tried to raise me that way. I was an eternal disappointment to my entire family. So I had taken off at the first opportunity. My father had indulged my desire to go to school abroad and surprisingly, he had been ok with me pursuing a double major in criminal justice and political science. I think he thought the poly-sci part meant I was finally preparing to take my rightful place in the family. Boy was he wrong!

I worked briefly for a local police department in Monterisso before moving onto Interpol then MI6 and finally settling into a position with the Global Intelligence Agency. GIA is an international intelligence agency with many member nations. I like the global reach, I like to travel, see new places, meet new people. Catch bad guys of all nationalities.

I threw my head back and heaved a long-suffering sigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a smile tug at Drake’s lips.

I turned to him and asked, “What?”

“Nothing.” He grinned, “Just nice to meet someone else that hates all the courtly politics and bullshit as much as I do.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.” He agreed with an emphatic nod.

“Ok then Walker, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

“I hope so ma’am.”

“First, you gotta stop calling me ma’am. Because I’m not ninety.”

That got an actual laugh out of him, “Ok then. Brooks it is.”

Turning back to Barton, I informed her, “You know I can’t just show up and be a suitor, right? I have to be sponsored by a Cordonian noble house.”

“Way ahead of you there, Brooks.” Drake informed me, “We have a civilian contractor that we use for a lot of our cyber ops. Guy is bit weird, likes peacocks way too much, but he’s a genius with computers.”

“His name is Maxwell Beaumont.” Barton continued, “His house has no female members to put forward so they can just pick someone to sponsor apparently.”

“And they’ve agreed to this?” I asked.

“Maxwell has.” Barton replied.

I narrowed my eyes, “Is Maxwell the head of the house?”

“No, that would be his brother Bertrand.” Drake informed me.

“How do we know this Bertrand guy will agree?” I asked.

“We’ll just tell him that you met the prince on one of his visits to Monterisso and that he was quite taken with you. Make it seem like you already have a connection with him. If he believes you have a chance at actually winning, he’ll do it. He puts a lot of stock in status and image, he’ll jump at the chance to have a Beaumont, even an honorary one, be the next queen.”

“Convince him that I have a head start, an advantage over the other suitors.” I nodded. It was a good plan.

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“And you think he’ll believe that?” I asked.

His eyes raked down my body and back up, he met my eyes with a flush, “Oh yeah, he’ll believe it.”

I know this is where I’m supposed to blush and get shy and look away, but I am not that chick. I held the eye contact and asked, “Captain Walker, are you flirting with me?”

“What? No!” He flushed again, looked away then back, “Maybe….”

Barton cleared her throat, “Ok you two. I’m still here. And this is my office.”

“Sorry Barton.” I wasn’t.

It didn’t take long to finalize details. I always had a bag packed and ready to go on a moment’s notice. There was no false identity to craft, so I didn’t have to wait for documents. We were flying back on the royal jet, so I didn’t have to worry about getting my weapons through customs.

Turns out we were staying at the same hotel. Perfect. I suggested we have dinner together at the restaurant in the lobby. Might as well get to know each other if we were going to be working together for the next four months. Yes, that’s right. The social season is four months long. Fucking aristocrats. Who the hell has four months to just hang out and party and do stupid, useless shit like race boats and attend tea parties? I’m not kidding you, fucking tea parties! I was really not looking forward to having to attend those again.

We finished dinner and moved on to drinks. We couldn’t discuss the case out in public, so I asked him about himself.

“Not much to tell, really. I have a sister; a military background and I like horses. And whiskey. That’s about it.”

I peered at him over the top of my glass, “That feels like a very abbreviated version.”

He shrugged, “What about you? Born into the aristocracy, huh?”

I rolled my eyes as I licked the salt off the rim of my glass, “Don’t remind me.”

He laughed, “I get it. Growing up at the palace-“

I sat my margarita down on the table with thunk, “You grew up at the palace?”

He blew out a frustrated breath, “Yeah, but not like-“

“You could have led with that mister nothing but horses and whiskey.” I said, imitating his deep cadence.

He smirked, “Women like men with a little mystery to them, right?”

I smiled coyly, “Are you trying to impress me?”

He actually blushed. That was the wrong thing to do, or maybe the exact right thing to do, depending on your opinion about such things. Heat surged through me as that blush, and the way he dropped his eyes set off my predatory instincts. I can’t help it. I like men that are rendered helpless by my particular set of attributes. Especially men like this one.

The strong, silent type. He gave off alpha male vibes, which made it that much more satisfying to see him turn vulnerable under my attentions.

I know many people have a strict policy against sleeping with someone you’re going to be working with. I don’t have that policy. I can separate the two things. Any good professional can. Or maybe I am just a cold-hearted bitch like my last boyfriend claimed. That was a long time ago. The only thing I have a strict policy against now are relationships. Ew.

Being tied down is too difficult in my job. Besides, once you get into a romantic entanglement with a man, he starts to think he owns you. I’m probably just selfish, but I have no desire to compromise or work through issues. I have shit to do.

No relationships. But was I going to sleep with this man? Oh, abso-fucking-lutely I was.

He looked down into his drink as he replied, “I find myself at somewhat of a disadvantage here it would seem.”

I arched an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” He took a big gulp, a little liquid courage, I approved, “I’ve never met anyone quite like you. I’m not normally so awkward.”

He was really not helping his situation. My smile got even bigger as I regarded him, “I make you nervous?”

He finally met my eyes for a brief moment, “A little, yeah.”

Not gonna lie, it kinda felt like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. Well hot damn. I guess the next four months might not be as bad as I thought. At least there would be a distraction in my down time. Speaking of down time, I had nothing planned tonight.

“Let me guess. Women usually just fall at your feet because of the uniform, the chiseled jaw, the broad shoulders, the sexy five o’clock shadow, the overall rugged good looks?”

“Something like that.” He met my eyes again, this time he held them, “Just to be clear, you totally just said you find me sexy and good looking.”

“Yes, objectively speaking, you’re hot and,” I ran my eyes down his body and back up, “judging from your clothes, you do all right in the financial department as well.” His clothes were simple, but high qualify. He wasn’t in uniform at the moment, I had meant that metaphorically, his military background and rank showed in the way he carried himself.

“Coming from anyone else, those things would sound like compliments.”

“Hot, rich guys aren’t that rare, believe it or not. I’m not easily impressed, and I have my own damn money.” I took a long sip of my drink then continued, “I see your dilemma, I don’t fall at the feet of any man.”

“So, all the things that typically impress women, charm, good looks, money, you’re immune to all of it?” His eyes ran across my face like he was searching for answers.

“Oh, I’m not completely immune to good looks or charm, I just don’t take it personally. I mean, looks are only skin deep and the charm usually isn’t real. I can tell when a man’s trying to get in my pants. Though I have been known to give points for excessive wit and originality.”

“Damn good thing I’m not afraid to work for what I want.” His voice had dropped lower and there was a husky quality to it that sent shivers down my spine.

I leaned toward him, “I look forward to it, Captain.”

“You know I have a name. You can call me Drake.”

“I’ll take that under advisement, Captain.”

That pulled a small laugh out of him. He shook his head, “I can’t quite seem to figure you out.”

I lowered my voice and in a conspiratorial tone whispered, “If I were easy to figure out, then I wouldn’t be a very good spy, would I?”

This time he really laughed, “Ha! I guess not!”

I flagged the waitress down for a second round of drinks. She looked Drake up and down, but he didn’t notice. I noticed two guys at a table nearby checking me out though. Drake followed my gaze to them then looked back at me, “Looks like you have a couple of admirers.”

“Only a couple?” I asked him with a suggestive grin.

He smirked, “Maybe more than a couple. But don’t let me stop you if you want to-“

“Nah.” I told him, giving him my bedroom eyes, “I’m good with the company I’ve already got.”

“Yeah?” He gave me an appraising look.

“Yeah.”

He glanced back at the other table again then seemed to come to a decision. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to the chair next to me.

I nodded and he moved over from the chair across from me to the one next to me. I gave him a smile as I scooted my chair closer to his. That was all the encouragement he needed. He scooted his chair closer yet and draped an arm around my shoulder. The waitress deposited the drinks on the table and scurried off after shooting a mournful look at Drake.

I picked up my drink and brought the straw to my lips as Drake lowered his mouth to my ear and started whispering all the thing’s he’d like to do to me. I listened to the deep rumble of his voice and shivered at his breath tickling my neck while I held the gaze of the hotter of the two guys at the other table. He was cute, but it was no contest.

I sat my drink on the table in front of me and slowly turned to shift my gaze from the other table to the man sitting next to me. As I turned into him, I dropped a hand on his thigh and slid it up, drawing a sharp intake of breath out of him as he tensed and stopped talking. I turned my face up to his and murmured, “Promises, promises Walker.”

His eyes searched mine, looking for something. I reached up and ran my hand through his silky chestnut hair, something I had wanted to do since I’d walked into Barton’s office and saw him for the first time. I bit my bottom lip as I held his gaze. “Yes.” I breathed.

“Yes, what?” He whispered.

“Yes to whatever the hell you’re trying to work up the courage to ask me.” I said pulling his head down and parting my lips.

His kiss was not disappointing, and our chemistry was off the charts. I leaned in closer, and his arms went around me, a low rumbling sound issuing from the back of his throat.

We pulled apart when the waitress cleared her throat, dropping the check on the table. We both reached for it, but I got it first.

“No, Brooks, I can’t let you-“

“Ok, first of all, you’re not letting me do shit.” I rolled my eyes. Men. “Second of all, I told you, I have my own money and third of all, this is on the agency.” I dropped my agency issued credit card on the table, “Business dinner.”

He smirked, “That what this is? Business?”

“Dinner? Yes. What’s about to happen as soon as the tab is settled?” I paused for dramatic effect, “That’s pleasure.”

He fixed me with a smoldering gaze that sent fire spiraling through me. I swear the sex appeal just oozed off this man.

As soon as the card was back in my possession, he was on his feet pulling out my chair, then grabbing my hands to pull me to my feet.

“What’s your hurry, Captain?” I teased.

“Nothing. I just want to get you up to my room before someone wittier or more original comes along.” He gave me a smile that I’m certain has effectively dropped the panties off many a woman before me.

“That seems unlikely.” I replied.

“You can never be too sure.” He grabbed my hand and we headed for the exit.

As we passed the men at the other table, Drake clapped mister eye contact on the shoulder and told him, “Better luck next time.”

The man looked up startled then slid his gaze over to me. I smirked and gave him a shrug as Drake pulled me past their table.

Oh yeah, this man was definitely trouble, but the best possible kind.

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Detroit and Brooklyn... hehe. They sure went on a Journey together. 😘❤️‍🔥

Savage Love Prologue

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Agent Riley Brooks, Liam Rys, Drake Walker

Song Inspiration for series: Savage Love by Jawsh685 and Jason Derulo

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: Very Lemony, so many lemons

My other stuff: Master List.

Finally, a fucking break. I cashed out my tips and waved to the manager as I got the hell out of there. I’d been deep undercover in New York City for just over a year, pretending to be a waitress in a sketchy bar on the lower east side. I had worked my way up from the public area to slinging drinks in the back room where the real shit went down.

Rico Mendez was the son of the leader of one of the biggest drug cartels on the east coast. He was my target, and I was his type. Yes, my physical attributes were the exact reason I drew this particular assignment.

Rico was young, cocky, good looking and brutal. If he hadn’t been a sociopath, we could have gotten along. His smoldering good looks and rippling abs put him firmly in the category of my physical type too. Listen, I like the bad boy vibe as much as the next girl, but I draw the line at murder and human trafficking. That’s ok, I wasn’t there to marry him, I was there to take him down. And take him down I would. Just not today.

Today was Thanksgiving and even the mob took the day off to spend with family. I had no family in the states and couldn’t blow my cover by contacting them even if I had. I wasn’t surprised that Rico hadn’t invited me home with him, he had a fiancé, and I wasn’t her. I was the side chick. It didn’t matter. She was a prop, the spoiled daughter of a wealthy business associate. He probably never talked about business around her. I got what I needed from dropping off drinks and hanging around to play a little slap and tickle. I dangled the goods in front of his face but played a damn good game of hard to get. The more his desire turned into the frustration, the sloppier he got. We were very close to a bust.

But tonight, I was free and alone in New York. It was a chance to let my hair down. I grabbed a quick shower then shimmied into an emerald green dress with a short hemline and a plunging neckline. That’ll get the boys attention, I thought with satisfaction. Yeah, it had been a while. The cat and mouse game I was playing with Rico left me a little on the frustrated side and I couldn’t risk fucking anyone else in his circle. It would blow up all my hard work and I was ready to wrap this case up. But tonight, tonight Rico was otherwise occupied, and I headed for Times Square.

I slipped into the upscale club with no issues. I knew the bouncer; I’d helped his brother out of a jam the last time I’d been in New York. The music was pounding, the dance floor crowded and the drinks flowing. You’d be surprised how many people are out on Thanksgiving. All the lonely people. I ordered a drink and was making my way back across the room when some oaf ran right into me. My drink crashed to the floor and his sloshed all over me.

“Excuse me miss, I am so sorry!”

I glanced up in annoyance then my breath caught in my chest. Holy mother of God this man was gorgeous! Hello, I think I just found my extracurricular activity for the night. Thank you sweet baby Jesus!

He started trying to dab the spot dry with his napkin but quickly realized he was touching my breasts. His hand dropped and he turned about three shades of scarlet. It was adorable. He was adorable. And hot, did I mention he was smoking hot?

I gave him a sultry smile, “Well hello tall, dark and handsome. If you wanted to touch me, you could have just come up and asked.”

I didn’t think it possible a moment before, but he turned a shade darker. “I….ah….”

“Cat got your tongue?”

He recovered, still blushing, and found his voice, “I’m sorry I was so careless, can I please buy you another drink to make up for it?”

“Oh, absolutely!” I gave him my most dazzling smile. The night just got interesting.

He glanced around, then slipped an arm around my waist and guided me to a table, he motioned a waitress over and we put in our drink order. He leaned across the table, raising his voice to be heard over the music, but I still couldn’t hear him, so I slid over in my booth and motioned for him to join me on my side of the table.

A smile lit up his face as he slid into the booth next me, dropping an arm across my shoulder as he leaned down and spoke directly into my ear, “I was saying that I’d be happy to pay for your dry cleaning as well. Again, I’m so sorry, I’m not used to such large crowds.”

Hmmm. Interesting. I raised an eyebrow, “You must not be from New York.”

He chuckled at that, “No…no, not at all.”

“Not from the states at all, are you?” I asked.

He seemed surprised, “What gave it away?”

“Your accent.” I said as I picked up the drink the server just deposited in front of me. “It’s very …. European.”

I couldn’t quite place it.

He looked away then back at me, “So how about you? Are you from New York?”

Trying to change the subject. He doesn’t want to tell me where he’s from. Even more interesting. I smiled coyly, “Oh, here and there.”

He laughed at that, and I decided that I liked his laugh. It was pure, like him. He gave me sweet and innocent vibes. But not naïve. I like a good puzzle. I like sweet and innocent. I find the act of corruption fun, fulfilling. It’s a hobby.

We flirted some more. He laughed a lot. I got the feeling he’s not use to anyone saying whatever the hell pops into their head. He seemed to find it charming. Lucky me. We still hadn’t exchanged names, which suited me fine, but it was odd. Most guys by this point want my name, phone number and a promise never to look at another man again.

We danced to Don’t Stop Believing by Journey, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, our hips pressed together as we swayed back and forth. His eyes ran down to my lips and lower then he cleared his throat and pulled me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder and he rested his on the top of mine.

He was smart, funny and did I mention hot? So, when he mentioned wanting to see the statue of liberty, I was all over it.

“No, you can’t be serious, there’s no way! It’s 1 in the morning!” He was a little drunk, but so was I, as we stumbled along the docks.

When the ferry showed up, his mouth dropped open. Adorable, I told you. The expression on his face when he turned to me took my breath away. “How?”

“I have my ways.” I teased. I couldn’t tell him that I had connections with the Port Authority because of my ties to NYPD, homeland security and Interpol, now could I?

“No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” He looked at me like he was in love or something.

“Something told me you could use it.” I shrugged. No use getting sentimental, he’d already told me he had to fly home tomorrow (but he still hadn’t said where that was) and I was back on the clock at dawn anyway.

We saw the statue and on the way back, I decided to kiss him. On the ferry, under the moonlight, it was romantic as hell, not gonna lie. Not that I do romance. Hell no. But this wasn’t real anyway. Tomorrow I’d go back to real life. Tonight….., tonight, why the hell not? So I grabbed him by his dark, silky hair and I tugged those full, gorgeous lips down to mine and I kissed him like I meant it. I kissed him like he was everything. Because in that moment, he was.

He drew back, panting, his hands gripping my hips firmly, forehead pressed to mine as he stared into my eyes like the answers to the universe were in there or something. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I don’t know yours either.” I countered.

He looked sad when he said, “I- I can’t really tell you who I am-“

“That’s ok,” I assured him, “But I have to call you something.” I thought for a moment then said, “I know! You’re just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. So I'll call you Detroit!”

That pulled a laugh from him and eased some of the sorrow that had fallen across his features.

“What should I call you?”

I considered that for a moment and settled on something nearby, “Brooklyn!”

He laughed, “Ok then, Brooklyn, what a lovely name.” He took my hand in his and rained kissed all over it. I mean, who does that? Again, adorable!

When the ferry docked, I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on Detroit.”

“Where are we going?” He laughed as he followed me.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” I stopped walking and he stumbled into me, “Where’s your hotel?”

“Oh, I- I wasn’t expecting- I mean, you don’t have to-“ I shut him up with a kiss.

“Oh, believe me, I want to! Now shut up and take me to your room!”

We made our way back to his hotel, stumbling, laughing and all over each other. We found ourselves alone in the elevator, so I shoved him back against the wall and pressed myself against him. He moaned in response, his arms going around me, hands digging into my ass. I ground myself into him, feeling his length hard against me. I threw my head back and guided his head down to bury in my cleavage. His hands slid back up my body to grasp my back as he pulled me in tighter, nuzzling between my breasts.

Ding! The elevator door slid open and we pulled apart, breathless, me adjusting my dress back into place. The hemline had ridden up and the neckline was askew. He reached his hand between his legs to adjust things then murmured a hurried “excuse us” as he slipped an arm around me and pulled me past a group of giggling college kids.

We were all over each other again before we made it to his room. He fumbled for the key card while trying to keep his lips on mine the entire time. Finally, the door opened and we tripped through it. He kicked it shut behind him as he struggled out of his shirt, lips still locked on mine.

I stifled a giggle at his desperation and pulled back a little to whisper, “Slow down Detroit, we have all night, I’m not going anywhere.”

He let go of me as he lifted one leg off the ground, barley maintaining his balance while pulling at his shoe, “How do I know this isn’t all a dream and if I blink, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone?”

I giggled again. Oh, this one was fun. I swayed my hips and started doing a little strip tease. He froze, leg in the air, one shoe off, one shoe on, mouth hanging open as I peeled the dress off my body.

“Shit!” He lost his balance and hit the floor.

“Are you ok?” I asked in alarm.

“Fine! I’m fine!” He grumbled as he climbed back to his feet, “Nothing hurt but my pride.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” I said, spinning to give him a full view of the lacy bra and panty set I was wearing.

“You should.” He said, eyes wide. “I think I’m going to sit down, just to be safe.”

He plunked himself into a chair and finished removing his shoes and socks then he stood and made his over to me.

When he made a move to embrace me, I danced out of his reach, just for fun. “If you want me, come and get me!”

“What?” He asked as laughter erupted out of him.

I gave him my most seductive smirk then took off across the room. He barely hesitated before he dashed after me. I ran toward the bed and leapt onto it, intending to shoot off the other side but he launched himself after me and tackled me to the mattress. I shrieked with laughter as he pulled my body toward him and flipped me over.

Staring up into his eyes I purred, “Well you caught me, what are you going to do about it, huh?”

He paused for a bare moment to stare down into my eyes then he lowered his head and his lips trailed everywhere. I was splayed out on the bed under him, arms stretched up by my head. He pinned my arms to the bed as his mouth made its way along my neck, across a shoulder and down to slide across my harden nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra. I arched up into him.

He had to let go of my arms to remove my bra. I used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. I sat up a little so the bra would slide off easier then I shoved at his pants and underwear. He released me to step off the bed and let them fall to the floor, then he kicked them casually aside and pushed his fingers under the waistband of my panties, now the only article of clothes left between us. I eased my hips up a little so he could rip them off me. His impatience was palpable. I liked it, I felt a warm gush of wetness at my center. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my legs, “See what you’ve done, you naughty boy?”

His head fell back and a guttural moan issued from the back of his throat, “Fuck me!” He hissed.

“Oh, I intend to.” I quipped as I wrapped both legs around his waist and used them to pull him back toward me.

He collapsed forward, catching himself with his arms so that his full weight didn’t fall on me at once. So thoughtful.

He stared down at me and I looked up at him, I ran my tongue across my lips invitingly. I felt him shudder under my touch as I ran my hands along the muscles of his back. I gave another tug with my legs and whispered in his ear, “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh my god!” He groaned. Maybe he wasn’t used to woman talking dirty to him, but he seemed to like it so I decided he needed a little more.

I ran my hand through his hair, then I tightened my grip around a good handful of it so I could pull his head down to mine. I brought my mouth to his ear and let out a trickle of breath, just to tease him a little. He shivered. Making sure my voice was breathy so he continued to get the full effect of my warm exhales tickling his ear, I whispered, “Come on baby, I want to feel you inside me right now. I want that hard cock of yours sliding in and out of me, I want to feel you cum inside of me. Fuck me, now!”

“Stop,” he whimpered, “or I’m going to cum before I even make it that far."

But I’m nothing if not relentless, “Then you better hurry.” I lifted my hips up and he slid inside of me.

His thrusts quickly became frantic, “Oh fuuuuuck, you feel so fucking good!”

“Mmmm.” It was the best response I could give in the moment. He smelled amazing and as he picked up speed, and began to perspire, his scent intensified, it was almost enough to send me over the edge all by itself. No one has the right to smell that good.

I thrust up into him, my fingers digging into his ass to propel him on. I could feel every nerve ending in my body at that moment. I rubbed myself against him as he buried himself in me over and over again until my vision blurred and the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had crashed over me causing me to cry out then I bit down on his shoulder, hard.

I felt him pulsing inside me as he collapsed on top of me. He rolled off of me but then pulled me back to him to shower kisses along my neck and across my shoulders.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing! Thank you for the most amazing night of my life!” He grinned at me like he had just won the lottery or something.

I giggled. That was just the post orgasmic bliss talking. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I told him.

His gaze grew serious, and he whispered, “I should tell you who I really am-“

“No.” I put my finger across his lips, “This is enough. We both have obligations to return to tomorrow, just let tonight be what it is, a perfect interlude.”

Several emotions slid through his eyes, but his only response was to whisper, “Spend the night? Sleep with me?”

I mean, why not? I was never going to see him again anyway.

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