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“Deal, but no touching means, blowing, fucking, fingering if you want to win.” He grins. “Now go have fun. I’ll warm myself up for Rosalie.” He chuckles.
I flip him off as I leave the room. Rosalie is exiting and meets me in the corridor, looking like an equestrian wet dream, dressed in a pair of tan jodhpurs, that mold to her body like a skin. A white shirt that is unbuttoned low and when she leans forward, I can see down her top, showing me her white lacy bra that she is wearing. Even though I asked her not to wear underwear around me, I also don’t want other men looking at what is mine, so I’ll allow it today. Her chestnut hair is pulled into a high ponytail and she’s wearing riding boots that stop at her knee.
Fuck, Greyson and his damn bet, you can do this.
“You look amazing,” I say, greeting her.
“You bought it, so thank you,” she says with a grin, running her hands over her legs nervously.
I take her hand in mine and the damn spark is there still, but I try to shake it off. I’m determined not to touch Rosalie sexually so that I can tie Greyson to a chair, naked, and make him watch me fuck Rosalie while his dick is as hard as steel and he’s unable to do anything about it. This is so going to be an easy win.
“Have you been horseback riding before?” I ask her as we head down one of the long corridors that wind their way around the palace.
“Yes, I used to be quite good. It was the only thing that gave me freedom at home.”
This hurts my heart. The tiny thing that Rosalie says about her childhood makes me realize as annoying as I find my parents and the realities of how harsh I think they are, it’s nothing compared to what Rosalie has been through.
“Well then we are going to have a great day,” I say, pulling her hand to my lips and kissing it.
We head on down to the stables where our two horses are waiting for us. Mine is a gorgeous black stallion called Knight and the other is a chestnut mare called Bailey. The stable hand gives us some quick instructions before helping us both onto the horses. Once we are all set, they let us out of the ring, and we trot out toward the riding trails that go around the palace. We ride in silence for a little bit as Rosalie gets used to her horse. Once we have found our rhythm the horses end up side by side and we are able to talk as we make our way through the forest gardens.
“It’s beautiful here. The fact that you have a forest so close to the ocean is rare.”
Taking in a deep breath of the earthy scent, I exhale before answering her, “I’m very lucky. There’s nowhere else I would rather live. I can’t wait for my children to one day enjoy it growing up as I did.”
Rosalie smiles. “You had a good childhood?”
“Yeah, I did, looking back on it. And I hope we can give our children the same life.”
Rosalie nods and remains silent.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“I’m worried that I’m not going to be a good mom,” she confesses.
“Why would you think that?”
Rosalie turns her head and gives me a small smile. “I didn’t have the best role model in my father growing up. I’m thankful for Henny, our nanny, otherwise who knows how we would have turned out if we didn’t have her.”
“Don’t you think your experience growing up like that will make you a better mom because you don’t want to parent like your father did?”
Rosalie’s head nods in understanding. “You might be right, I never want my children to not feel loved,” she tells me.
It’s the same way I feel as well. I want to shower my children with affection, I don’t want to be cold and aloof like my father was. He loved me in his own way, but he is also stubborn. It’s his way or the highway. My mother tried her best and made up for the lack of physical affection my father gave me, but she still was gone a lot of the time.
“How many kids would you like? For me I would like at least two, growing up an only child kind of sucked.”
“Between two and four, maybe, I’m not sure. What happens if I don’t like being a mom? Or what happens if it’s too hard?” she confesses.
“You will have me and Greyson by your side, you’re not alone in this,” I tell her.
She lets out a shaky breath. “I know things are going to be busy with all our obligations, I don’t want to put that before our children. Of course, there will be times when we can’t, but I would like us to be hands-on parents with them as much as we can.”
This is the reason for this ride today, for us to talk about what we want from each other and what we want from our family.
“I want that too,” I say, turning to her. A bright smile forms on Rosalie’s face at my agreement. “Looks like we’re crushing this future talk,” I joke.
“Guess we are. I want to thank you for listening to my concerns and compromising with me. You don’t have to, you’re the future king, you don’t have to compromise if you don’t want to,” she says.
