Page 59 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

All I Ever Wanted

KEIR

“ T his is all I want,” Ingrid said.

I lingered over her, debating my next move. She was so warm, sweet, and tender. We’d gone from sparring at worst to tolerating one another at best, then back to this place where she was safe and secure in my arms. She looked up at me like I was the only person left on the planet who mattered. And, in my eyes, that was true.

“I don’t want it to be a grave disappointment,” I said. “I’m fucking knackered, Ingrid.”

“Oh, it won’t be. And if it is, then we’ll have to keep trying.” She bit her lip. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“I’m not the type to give up that easily,” I said.

I slid my hand down to her breasts as I kissed her neck. She felt exactly as I remembered. I’d missed the way her hips curved towards me and how she panted every time I barely even stroked her nipple. I could have blown on it, and she would have reacted the same.

She pushed me back slightly. “I’m… I need to get naked.”

“Yeah, I think you do,” I laughed. “I won’t stop you.”

We both disrobed, now lying naked and wrapped up together. I decided I’d do anything to make her happy—or happiest. I kissed down Ingrid’s body to her pussy. I parted her legs and pulled her towards me. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I dug in, licking her wet, ready clit.

Ingrid arched her back and let out a long, low moan.

“Good girl,” I said.

“I’m going to be loud. I can’t control it.”

I stopped and looked up, rubbing her clit with my fingers.

“Remember when you recorded yourself getting off and sent it to me?”

“Yes,” Ingrid said. “As I recall, I was drunk, horny, and in Ireland.”

“Correct,” I said. “That may have been responsible for getting me through most of that tour. So, your service is greatly appreciated.”

“You really kept it? And wanted to listen to it?”

“The sound of you cumming is like music, Ingrid. It is the best sound. Be loud. Please don’t hold back.”

She nodded, fighting the urge to say more as I slid my fingers inside her. I returned, my face pressed against her pussy and my tongue doing most of the work. She tightened around my fingers and moaned louder. I wanted her to cum so hard that she was beyond words. I needed her to scream my name to prove she was real, not just a post-flight delusion I’d dreamed up.

“Oh, Keir, fuck,” she gasped.

By now, her wetness ran down my chin.

“Oh, God, Keir, I love you!” She screamed. “Fuck!”

I felt her clench, then pulse around my fingers. She shuddered and pulled on my hair. It was perfection. It was everything. We both needed it. I pulled back, taking in the sight of her breathing heavily there. Her breasts bobbed, and her nostrils flared. She was mine. She was all mine.

“What are you waiting for?” Ingrid asked. “Just fuck me.”

“I would,” I said. “But I wasn’t expecting this to happen. I wasn’t prepared.”

“Have you been with anyone else?” Ingrid asked.

“No,” I said. “That would have felt like cheating.”

“I can say the same. Just fuck me. I want to cum inside me. I want us both to leave her satisfied. I need that,” Ingrid moaned. “I have to compete tomorrow. Give me a good send-off.”

Who was I to refuse? I pulled her towards me by the hips. Ingrid stared with defiance as if daring me to do it. I slipped inside her, slowly at first. It felt incredible, as if I’d never left this ride. She gasped, shuddered, and moaned. With each pump, I brought her closer and closer. Fighting the urge to give over to my pleasure, I focused on giving her everything she deserved. I kissed her neck, feeling her moans grow louder and louder as they vibrated in my ear.

“Oh fuck, please, Keir. Let me cum,” Ingrid pleaded.

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum.” If she didn’t cum soon, I would disappoint us both.

She dug her nails into my back and screamed, “Je t’aime! Fuck! Keir! Oh my God!”

I laughed, “You want to throw more languages in there, or was it good enough.”

“It… was… good,” Ingrid panted. “Cum… I want you to.”

I wanted to as well.

“Does my pussy feel good?”

“It feels amazing, Ingrid. I couldn’t want more.”

I gave in to the sight of her there for my taking. She was so beautiful. I pumped one last time, ploughing my hips into hers, then panting as I stared down. It felt terrific to cum inside her. I hoped it wasn’t the last time I got to.

Still inside her, I stopped to appreciate this woman fully. Brushing her hair off her face, I said, “I love you, Ingrid Deschamps. I’d go to the moon and back and say a million I-love-yous if you’d be mine.”

“I love you, too,” Ingrid murmured. “Don’t leave me again. Keep it up like this, and I will be yours forever.”

We lay together in the aftermath, slowly drifting off to sleep. I hoped I’d wake to her in my arms, cuddled with me—warm, soft, sweet. Instead, I awoke alone. I panicked, sitting up. I felt a piece of paper next to me. I unfolded it and stared at it.

It was a picture of me—the one she’d drawn in Wales. How had she kept it all this time?

Inside was a note, as well, on hotel stationery.

Mon cher ,

Sorry, I rushed out. I knew you needed sleep. I wanted you to have this after all this time. I’ve been carrying it in my boot bag since I finished the sketch. So, I was never really over you.

I love you. I know it more than ever. Please come when you can and help. I ride at 2 PM, but I’d welcome you anytime. I’m going to win, and I want to be there to celebrate it with you.

-I

Tears welled. She’d kept it all this time. If there were any doubts before, there were none now. I was off to the stables, knowing my life was back in one piece. The exciting bit of my life being a human test dummy was over. I knew there were growing pains to come. I’d miss that excitement. I also craved being there for Ingrid as she hit her milestones. My girlfriend was exceptional, brave, and strong. I didn’t want to miss any more of this wild life with her. Aunt Natalie was right; I’d have always regretted it if I hadn’t taken a chance now. I cashed in my horse show boyfriend chips and buckled up, knowing she’d always be mine.

My future wasn’t in a cockpit. It was waking up with Ingrid every morning, watching her vault over fences taller than herself, and holding a horse in a stable aisle. It was cooking dinner with her—jumping in after she burned something. Everything I needed now was possible. I closed one chapter and began another.

Rolling into the stables, I found Ingrid with her chestnut mare, painting hooves.

“I’ve got this,” I said.

Ingrid turned, surprised. “Oh, you made it.”

I hugged and kissed her, trying to avoid the hoof black in her hand. “I wouldn’t miss your win for anything in the world.”

“Atta boy,” Cici laughed. “Put the man to work. She’s going to kill it, Keir. ”

“I know,” I said. “She’s going to do so beautifully. I’m so fucking proud of her.”

Ingrid kissed me back, looking tearful. “I am so glad you’re here. Uh… hoof black. Thanks a million. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said. The words were perfect.

This was where I needed to be.