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“I’d like that,” I say, giving her a genuine smile, which she returns as the first course is served.
The night turned out to be wonderful; the king and queen seem to be accepting me into their family with no questions asked. We had great conversations. The king told us stories about Augustine and some of the antics he got up to in his youth, which had me giggling and Augustine shaking his head, but he took it all in his stride. It felt like what a family should feel like, something I am unaccustomed to. There was a lot of love in the air, and for the first time in my life, I felt accepted for who I am, not for where I came from. That the sins of my father were not tainting their view of me. There was nothing for me to be worried about.
33
AUGUSTINE
“That went well, I think?” Rosalie says, looking up at me as we stand in the hall outside my room after saying goodnight to her sister.
“You did so well. I knew they would like you,” I say, pushing an errant curl back behind her ear; she shivers at the gesture.
“I didn’t want to let you down.” Those doe eyes look up at me, and it’s like a hotline to my dick—he comes alive instantly. And if I’m being honest, it’s also a shot to my heart.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I tell her. Grabbing her face with my palms, my lips meet hers in a heated kiss. All night, I have thought about what we did last night. Our kiss deepens and I push her against my door and start grinding myself on her.
“You have me so fucking hard, Rosalie,” I hiss out as my teeth nip the sensitive skin of her neck. Then the next thing I know, we are falling. Rosalie lets out a squeal as I wrap my arm around her and hold her to me. Thankfully, I’m able to put my leg out and hold us up so we don’t fall to the floor.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” Greyson curses as he reaches out to steady Rosalie. “Are you both okay?” he asks, chuckling.
“Just waiting for my heart to get back to normal. I thought I was about to go splat.” Rosalie giggles.
“I had you,” I tell her.
“Did I catch you both in the middle of something,” Greyson asks, wiggling his brows at us.
“Maybe,” Rosalie answers, her cheeks pink from my kiss, and maybe the champagne.
“Shall I close the door again, so you can continue.” He smirks.
“Think we would rather you close the door behind us all,” I add.
We shuffle forward and the door closes. My eyes narrow on Greyson, who’s changed from his suit into a white T-shirt and gray sweats with no underwear on—I can see his dick print from a mile away.
“Eyes up here, Your Highness.” Greyson chuckles.
“If you’re going to dress like a whore, then I’m going to look,” I tell him.
“Whore?” Greyson questions me.
“I think he’s talking about your gray sweatpants,” Rosalie tells him.
“What’s wrong with these?” he asks me.
“I can see the outline of your dick.”
“I thought you liked the outline of my dick?”
“I do, as does Rosalie, but I don’t want you wearing those pants outside of these walls, especially not with any underwear on. We are the only ones that are allowed to look at your cock, you hear me?” I tell him.
Greyson bites his bottom lip at my words.
“He’s bossy tonight,” Rosalie states.
“He gets that way when he’s had a couple of glasses of red wine,” Greyson explains to Rose.
“Or maybe it’s the fact that you are mine and Rose’s and we don’t like sharing you with anyone else,” I tell him.
Greyson looks over to where Rosalie is standing, and she nods.
