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Chapter One: Royally Drunk
I weaved my way through the throngs of people crowding the local college bar. Well, I guess here, it's a pub. Everything is different here, and I guess when I made this decision I didn't realize how different it would be. Here is London. I had recently relocated from the States to live with my dad while I finished college.
My dad was English born and bred, and my mom hailed from the great state of Tennessee as the only daughter to a prominent Southern family. My parents met and had a wild fling while my mom visited during her backpacking excursion following her high school graduation. Two weeks into her trip, she fell pregnant with me. She and my dad had tried to make a go of it, but when she couldn't take the foreign lifestyle any longer, she came home from Europe with an infant, me. My Nonny and Poppa were less that pleased to find out that their only daughter had gotten pregnant while away and had gotten married to and divorced my father without them even knowing. Being upstanding Southern folks, the whole ordeal was scandalous in my hometown, but they weren't too surprised. My mother had always been flighty and self-centered, and she didn't see how having a kid should change that. It was difficult growing up so far away from my dad, but going to see him was a lot more exciting for me than my friend Tia who just drove to the next town to see her mom. However, when mom married some baseball player and took off to Florida without telling me, I knew it was time to connect with dear old dad.
Using the connections from my daddy's job and my dual citizenship, I got into the University of London. I had been in London for all of three weeks, and I still hadn't quite figured out how to blend in. I blame my deep Southern twang, which not only stands out as American, but abnormally American. I had only made a few friends since coming over. Classes didn't start until September, and I still had another month until then. Since I wasn't living on campus, my days had consisted of exploring my new home. Until Angela, one of said few friends, had dragged me out to the pub, stating that I would become a "nutter", which led me to being cramped on the second floor of a grossly overcrowded bar. No one was paying any mind to me, they all seemed to be looking down on some guys making a spectacle of themselves. I finally found Angela, peering over the railing and chanting with the rest of the drunks. I watched as they played some drinking game I wasn't familiar with. I could tell that they were racing, but before I made sense of anything else, one of the rowdy gentlemen stood on the table and started running his mouth, while the rest of the guys kept playing.
He was insanely attractive, with sharp features and eyes gleaming with youth and life, and almost everything he said got cheers from the crowd. Being from the South, I recognized this type of guy almost immediately. My friend Jess from back home insisted on getting trussed up and crashing local college parties whenever they happened, which was often. I learned a lot from those excursions. There was always one guy who thought the sun rose just to listen to him. He'd stand on the table and be loud, and he was always met with cheers. He was attractive and dressed nice and was oh so charming. I hated those guys. Truth was, I had always fallen for it. I'm pretty sure I always would. I was that girl who fell in love with the fraternity president. He used all those pretty words to get me on the line, and then he threw me back when he found out I wasn't in season.
By about the fifth round of uproarious cheering, I had had enough. "Hey, it's a race, ya idget! Why don't you use the sense God gave you?"
At my words, the entire bar went silent and everyone had stopped what they were doing to look at me. I looked around to faces with a myriad of expressions ranging from shocked to amused. Angela elbowed me hard in the ribs, and when I looked over, she was red as a tomato. "Bella," she hissed, "you just insulted Prince Edward!"
Immediately, I was just as red as Angela. I looked down to the group of men. The one I had insulted, Prince Edward, stared back with one of those amused expressions as I stumbled for words. "Uhm, I mean, why don't you use the sense God gave you, Your Highness?" I said with a pathetic curtsey. I was more than a little drunk at this point, and I'm pretty sure if it weren't for being squished against the railing of the balcony by the millions of people in the joint, I'd have fallen on my face.
At my words, the handsome prince threw his head back with laughter. The whole bar followed suit. When he was finished mocking my obvious shame, he replied, "I think there a quite a few things in life one must slow down to enjoy. A beer with your mates," he paused allowing the cheers to die down before he continued, "and a beautiful woman in your bed among them." With that, he threw me a suggestive smirk. I rolled my eyes and backed away from the railing. Angela followed, no doubt due to the embarrassment of having an obviously American friend insult the Prince.
"Bloody Hell, Bella, way to blend in with the Brits," she remarked as I headed back to the bar.
I ignored her and ordered another drink. It was bad enough that an entire bar full of people heard me insult a member of the royal family, I didn't need her rubbing it in. I grabbed my drink and ignored the stares from everyone around, ogling the ignorant American. One of them mumbled, "Bloody tourist" at me as he walked by. To which I shouted, "I'm a damned citizen!"
As I threw back most of the liquid without thought, I turned to Angela and said, "I"m going to the bathroom."
She responded, "The loo! I thought you were trying to blend in."
"Well, I'm doing a bang up job of it right now." as I walked away. I found the bathroom in a cramped hallway in the back corner of the pub. It always amazed me how they put the bathrooms all the way back here with no space. In the States, it was almost impossible to get to the bathrooms in a bar. However, here there was no line at all. In fact, the little hallway was practically deserted. There was a mirror in the hallway right before the door to what I figured was the bathroom. I paused to look at my reflection. A frowning face stared back at me. I couldn't understand why I stood out so far, barring my obvious lack of filter and my Southern twang. I was a British citizen, but I certainly didn't feel like one.
I didn't notice his piercing green eyes until after his hands spun me around by my waist. He backed me up against the wall, and words lost me as his face came within centimeters of my own. I took the time to truly admire his perfect aristocratic looks. I was amazed that I hadn't realized it was him before Angela told me. Even if I didn't know exactly who he was, I could've guessed his importance. His jaw was chiseled from marble, and he had a hint of stubble but not so much as to make him unkempt. His lips were beautiful and perfectly smooth, not chapped and burnt like someone who worked outside. His nose was just a little crooked, so as not to make him look perfect and utterly unattainable. What a farce that crooked nose was. My gaze made its way to his eyes and realized that their gem green stare was taking me in just as much as mine was him. Topping off the perfect creature was tousled hair that looked purposefully unpurposeful. I snorted thinking how long he must have spent giving people the illusion of indifference
I'm pretty sure I heard him mumble "Christ" but I chose to ignore it. He took a moment to regain his composure before he said, "You know it's fairly rude to take a piss on a complete stranger."
"Especially if they're a member of the Royal Family," I finished for him.
"I didn't say that," he countered, leaning in closer but still not touching me.
"What do you think you're doing? It's also fairly rude to back a complete stranger up against a wall and stare at them," I said. I was desperately hanging on to the shred of sanity I had remaining.
"I'm using the sense God gave me. By the way, I'm Edward," he said, throwing my own words back at me. It was odd hearing the phrase coming from him. His accent not quite matching the words in my mind, as his breath wafted over my face. It smelled of beer and mint and tobacco. Many people didn't like the smell of tobacco, but it reminded me of my father. I didn't see him often, but when I did, I committed every detail of his entire being to memory, so that it would last me the year that I had to wait before I'd see him again.
I noticed his expectant gaze. Right, he was waiting for my name. "Bella," I breathed.
"Now we aren't strangers," Edward replied.
Before I could respond, he crashed his lips against mine. I had been kissed many times before but never like this. He completely took the power away from me as he pulled my body up against his. I was now pinned between him and the wall with no where to go. It was obvious, that he was used to using his status as the freaking Prince of England to get exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, but he didn't know that I was my daddy's daughter and that I was raised in the South. I snaked my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him farther down into me. The movement momentarily caused him to lose focus. I took advantage of that and massaged his tongue with mine.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. His breathing was labored and matched my own. "Let's go," he said, grasping my wrist and pulling me towards the emergency exit down the hallway.
"I can't," I said. He looked like I had just kicked his puppy, no doubt thinking that I didn't want him, but I amended my statement, "I came here with my friend. I can't just leave her."
He looked thoughtful for a minute, then replied, "Go tell her you're leaving, then go out this door and I'll be waiting for you." I nodded, and he gave me a small peck on the forehead. It was oddly tender for coming from a man I just met, but I was three sheets to the wind at that point, so I didn't question it.
I found Angela fairly quickly. It seemed after my outburst, the game dissipated and many of the spectators had left for the evening. I grabbed Angela's elbow and steered her away from the conversation she was having with the bartender. "Ow, you bitch, I was going to get him to give me a free drink!"
"Yes, I know, you're a little slut!" I laughed. "Listen, I'm gonna head out."
"Oh, come on you bore. Stay and have another drink," she replied.
"No, I think I'm gonna go." I let my statement trail off, not giving her any other information. However, Angela had gotten really good at reading me, stating that I wore my thoughts on my face. She studied me before bursting out, "Takes one to know one you little tart! Who are you going home with? Maybe I should call the Prince an idiot in an American accent."
"Ange, please people are staring. It's nothing. I'll call you tomorrow," I said, leaving before she could continue to laugh at me.
I wound my way back to the little abandoned hallway, noticing now that I had gotten lost on my way to the bathroom, as there weren't any in this hallway. I made my way to the door, and steeled myself for what was to come. I opened the back door and looked around the alley way noticing nothing but the sounds of the street driving from around the corner. All my excitement from earlier left me. Of course the English Prince didn't want a hick from America. Then, I remembered what my Nonny always told me when I had come home from visiting my dad. I would always feel down when the British kids would make fun of my Tennessee accent, and she would say, "You are not a hick, Isabella. You are a Southern Belle, which in my book, is better than royalty." Nonny's words floated through my head. She was right. I was better than this. I was better that being his warm body. I had heard stories about the prince, the way he was with women. I thought how stupid I was about to be, and thanked my lucky stars that he hadn't shown up. For Christ's sake, he was a fucking prince, and I was treating this like any ole one night stand. I straightened myself out and turned to go back inside. I had already told Angela I was leaving, so maybe there was some other bloke in there would want the exotic Southern Belle. Before I could make it to the door, two hands grabbed me. I could tell they were his hands by the electricity that crackled through my veins.
"Certainly, you weren't thinking of abandoning me," he said, punctuating his statement by trailing his tongue up the shell of my ear. The action was so erotic that I had to use all of my willpower to stop myself from letting him take me behind the bar.
"This is a mistake, Your Highness," I said. I needed to let him know that we were from different worlds.
"No, it isn't, and please don't ever address me by my title again," he said. His eyes were boring into mine with an intensity I had never encountered before. He had once again backed me against the dirty brick wall. I looked down the alley; his closeness would crush my resolve. He was having none of it though. His hand came under my chin and guided my face back to his. I chewed on my lip. It was a terrible habit that my Nonny had tried to rid me of, and as a result, my lower lip was slightly more plump that my top. "If this were a mistake, you wouldn't be avoiding me like this."
"I'm avoiding you because I know what a mistake this is. You don't know anything about me, and you do't want to," I said indignantly.
"That's where you're wrong. I know that you are from the Southern part of America, and I would very much like to explore your mind after I'm finished with your body," he replied.
I rolled my eyes at his words, but at the same time, my insides turned to mush. I'm sure this was the hardest he had ever tried to get into a girl's pants. I continued my attempt to get away from him, before I bowed to our chemistry. "Anyone who's ever heard me talk knows I'm from the South."
He paused for a moment. I could see in his eyes that he was looking for a response hat was going to get me to come home with him. I decided to interrupt his plotting, because even in my drunken state, I knew that I should not leave this alley way with him. However, as I open my mouth, he crashed his lips into mine. His kiss consumed me once again. Every nerve ending in my body worked overtime just to take in the sensations he gave me as he wound his arms around my torso and pulled me into him. I was thoroughly unprepared for that kiss. So, I let him carry me away. I assumed he brought me back to his campus apartment, but I was so wrapped up in the way he was touching me, we could've teleported to another dimension, and I wouldn't have noticed.
The next thing I knew, I was on the softest bed I'd ever encountered. However, I didn't get a chance to revel in the fact, because there was a handsome prince who had begun taking his clothes off in front of me. He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of his body. I'm pretty sure that all of the sanity I had left was gone. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I had lost all the good sense that God gave me a long time ago. If it hadn't, I wouldn't have been in his room in the first place, but as he revealed his toned muscles, I knew that I could never regret this. I could never regret him.
He stood there smirking as I mindlessly stared. I could see the teasing sparkle in his eyes, and I decided to shut him up before even started. I less than gracefully whipped the shirt I was wearing off of my body to reveal the barely there lace bra that I had been forced into at the beginning of the his dumbfounded stare made my discomfort completely worth it. He climbed on top of me laving one of my breasts through the material with his tongue, while he fondled the other with his right hand, his very talented and muscular right hand.
Prince Edward was a boob man.
I filed that little tidbit away for later. Right now, I couldn't form a coherent thought, because Edward flicked my pebbled nipple in just the right way. He unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms, getting back to business as quickly as possible. I tipped my head back as the sensation rolled over me. I moved my hands from the base of his skull down his muscled torso. Edward wasn't chiseled like a meathead, but he definitely had some nice definition. As I explored his body, he released my breasts. Edward slid his hands down my body to the waist of my skirt. He pulled the material down, and I shimmed the fabric down my legs revealing a lacy thong that matched the bra that was hanging off of a portrait, which I'm pretty sure was the real deal, not some knockoff he bought on the street.
Before my thoughts could drift too far in the direction of embarrassment, Edward kissed his way down my body. He was on his knees and bent at the waist. I could see a peek of his firm ass showing from his unfastened chinos. I couldn't linger on the thought for long as he moved my panties to the side and explored my folds with his fingers. I was almost embarrassed about the moan I let out when he added his tongue to my clit.
"You taste magnificent," Edward said as he broke away from my body. I may or may not have huffed at his timing. I had been so close to the edge, with so little stimulation. He looked at my face and smiled. The bastard had known that I was ready. He leaned up and kissed me again. "I want to be inside of you when you cum."
He kicked off his chinos and boxer briefs in a sloppy rush, as I did the same with my panties. His cock sprang forward, and I was very impressed with how above average he was. I licked my lips and pulled the lower one into my mouth. He came back to my face and pulled my lip out of my mouth with his thumb. Edward crashed his lips to mine. I was a little startled by the tangy taste of his mouth. My Southern upbringing made me ashamed of how turned on I was tasting my juices that lingered on his tongue. His dick slid up and down my opening, getting coated by my wetness. I panicked when I felt the tip stop at my entrance. I pulled away from the kiss. Edward registered the worried look on my face and wordlessly asked what was wrong. I responded to his unasked question with "Do you have a condom?"
He looked disappointed before he reached in to his bedside drawer. He rolled the latex over his hard cock. He looked up and smiled devilishly at me. "Bastards are a bit of a nasty business," he chuckled as he moved his cock against my pussy again. I was much too turned on my the action to get offended by his smarmy words.
"Jesus, Edward! Just fuck me!" I said as I couldn't take it any more.
"As you wish, my lady," he said as he pushed into me.
I gripped his shoulders as my body yielded to his assault. He was stretching me as his cock took up residence inside of me. I moaned like a whore as he settled balls deep. Edward paused giving me a moment to adjust to his size. He was only slightly bigger than the last guy that I had sex with, but it had been a while since that encounter. I had to admit that I was grateful for his consideration.
"Oh god, Bella," Edward moaned as he pulled out slightly. I clenched around him, as I mourned the temporary loss. He slammed back into me, hitting just the right spot. I screamed out in pleasure as I dug my fingers deeper into his shoulders. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels anchored into his toned ass. I could feel the muscles tense every time his pushed and pulled into me.
He leaned down to the juncture where my neck met my shoulders and sunk his teeth into the flesh. I moaned again as he sucked. I giggled through my moans at his childish move. I was going to have the hickey to end all hickeys tomorrow.
I pulled his head off of my neck and brought him into a kiss. Then, using all of my strength, I attempted to push us over. It didn't work. He laughed and pulled me over him. I bounced on his magnificent cock. As I moved, I could feel him going deeper. If it was even possible, I was getting wetter than when we started. I didn't think it was. I looked down at Edward, but he wasn't looking back. His eyes were glued at my chest. I checked to see what was so fascinating. My boobs were bouncing as I moved up and down on his cock. I didn't have the biggest tits of any girl I'd ever seen, but I had a nice handful. I had been told anything more was a waste. My nipples were hard, and Edward seemed to like that, as he slid his hand up my sides to pinch and tease them.
I slowed down my movements to deeper thrusts. Edward realized what I was doing and moved his hips up to meet mine. The combined effort had me close to the edge. "Oh Edward! Don't stop!" I moaned. I leaned down to kiss him, which was hard to do, because of the joint movements. The kiss was sloppy but still as wonderful as all the others.
"Are you close, baby?" Edward asked. I looked to his face, and it was one of deep concentration. He was trying to last longer than me. I nodded biting my lip.
It was obvious that my finishing first was important to him, so I sat up on his cock and reached my hand down and started furiously circling my clit, as I leaned back a little more, helping him reach that spot inside me. "Oh Christ, Bella," he said with his eyes glued to my hand.
"Edward, I'm so close!" I panted. "Please! I need it!" Edward sat up and continued thrusting into me with fervor. He lowered his head and I thought he was going back to the hickey. I had never been so happy to be wrong. He bent his neck at a funny angle and captured my diamond point nipples. He sucked momentarily, before biting down. Hard. I screamed and came.
I had never believed in all those stupid cliches about orgasms. Sex had always been fun but never "Earth-shattering". However, the only way I could describe the feeling of this orgasm was with all of those tired phrases. I felt as though I was being tossed around in the undertow after falling off a surfboard. The excitement pumped through me, and I was terrified that I wouldn't resurface. I couldn't tell which way was up or down, until Edward pulled me down on top of him. His panting matched my own. I rested on his chest for a moment, before I felt all squishy down below.
I sat up and pulled myself off of him. I laughed at his pout as I removed the condom from his now soft cock. His eyes darkened, and he twitched slightly at the sight of me backing away from the bed with a swish of my hips. I dumped the condom in the toilet and rummaged around for a washcloth. I found what I was looking for after several minutes of snooping and cleaned myself up a bit. I walked back out into the bed room. Edward was still lying on the bed with his arm draped over his eyes. I dragged the washcloth over his cock, cleaning off the remnants of his cum. Edward groaned but didn't move his arm. I smiled as his dick rehardened in my hand.
"Bella," he moaned. I had altered my movements from utility to pleasure. It was an odd feeling. I had never really had the urge to blow a guy before. I had—usually at his insistence—but I had never wanted to, not really. I threw the washcloth across the room with the other dirty laundry and continued stroking him with my hand. Once he was completely hard again, I took a tentative lick of his cock. It was musky and manly, and there was a slight trace of latex from the condom. Edward finally took his arm from his face and threaded his fingers through my hair. I took his encouragement and lowered my mouth down on his length. His grunts and moans egged me on, and I moved my head faster over his cock. What didn't fit in my mouth was stroked by my left hand as the right fondled his balls. I pulled almost all the way off and rolled my tongue around his head, before plunging back down a little further.
I looked into his eyes as I worked his length. He gazed back with what looked like adoration in his eyes. I thought that was weird while getting a blowjob, but as I looked back, it was the way he had looked at me all night. He told me how beautiful I was without the words ever leaving his mouth. I was interrupted from my musings by his cock twitching my mouth. I knew he was about to cum before he said anything. I braced myself for the action. I knew it was going to be unpleasant for me, but in the etiquette classes Nonny made me take before putting me in the Brentwood Deb, they taught me that a lady never spits anything out because she doesn't like the way it tastes; a lady swallows it with a pretty little smile on her face. That little tidbit stuck with me. The bitter taste hit the roof of my mouth, as Edward grunted out his release.
After I had finished swallowing all he had to offer, Edward pulled me up to his face. He must have never had a woman swallow before, because he moved to kiss me. I clapped my hand over his mouth. He looked confused, but I held a finger up indicating that I needed a minute. He nodded and leaned up to kiss my forehead. I ran quickly to the bathroom. I had seen the mouthwash on the sink the last time I was in there. I grabbed it quickly and rinsed out my mouth. When I came out, Edward was lying on his back with the covers over him on the right side of the bed. I launched myself on top of him, and he let out a groan, as we bounced on the bed. I laughed. It was very joyful. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so giddy after sex. I mean, it was great sex, but I still couldn't explain it. Edward wound his arms around me and gave me a sweet kiss before depositing me on the left side of the bed. I wrapped myself in the covers and snuggled into his side. Edward wound his arm protectively around me, and we both drifted off to sleep.
A loud buzzing sound roused me from my sleep the next morning. I picked up my head slightly to take stock of my surroundings. There was a hazy light from the sunrise filtering in giving me a picture of an immaculate, but untidy room. I was too tired and definitely too hungover to take in much more. The buzzing had stopped during my observations but resumed once again. I groaned, wanting nothing more than to fall back to sleep. The buzzing finally stopped again, for good I hoped. Just as I was drifting back to sleep, I heard a voice call, "Your Highness," quietly from across the room. The voice sounded very familiar and called Edward by his title, so I burrowed my head into Edward's side. I realized I was completely nude, and the sheet only covered my bare ass. I could feel my cheeks heat up, the voice had to belong to Edward's body guards.
Edward didn't stir, so the voice called a little louder, "Your Highness." Again, Edward didn't answer, and again, the voice called a little louder, "Prince Edward, sir." This time Edward groaned. I couldn't take it anymore. The longer Edward's body guard stayed, the more of a chance there was that he would recognize me. I poked Edward in side. The stirred and smiled down at me.
"Good morning, beautiful," he mumbled. His voice was rough with sleep, and I could feel myself getting turned on by his rumpled appearance. However, the faceless voice interrupted that train of thought when he said, "Your Highness," once again.
"Edward, get rid of him," I said, pulling my lip into my mouth and trailing my hand down his torso to his cock, which was poking me in the thigh.
"Jacob," Edward said and my heart sank. Jacob probably recognized me as soon as he opened the door. Shit. "You heard the lady get lost."
"Sir," Jacob started, "your presence is requested at the palace."
"Alright, we'll go as soon as I'm done entertaining," Edward groaned. I had started rubbing his length, trying to make him get rid of Jacob.
"I was told it is imperative that you get there right away, Your Highness," Jake said. It was odd to hear him talk like that. He was definitely tamping down his normal Irish lilt. It was far more pronounced every other time I had heard it.
"Well, the sooner you piss off, the sooner we'll be at the palace," Edward grumbled. He became irritated that Jacob was still in the room while I was rubbing him.
"Sir, your father called me personally when he couldn't get ahold of you. He has requested your presence immediately. I could also hear your mother swearing in the background," Jacob replied with more urgency. At the mention of his mother, Edward's dick started to deflate. I cursed Jacob for ruining the mood.
"Alright, Jacob, I'm coming," Edward said, sitting up and flinging the covers off of him. I had to scramble to ensure they didn't come off of me as well. I made sure that I didn't give myself away by turning towards the door though. I guessed that Jake hadn't left the room yet, because Edward said, "At least have the decency to let the lady get dressed in private, you wanker."
Footsteps sounded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. If Jacob had recognized me, he wasn't going to say anything. However, before I could celebrate my small victory, Jake said, "Bella, your father is looking for you, and the Chief is not happy." He chuckled and closed the door before I could do anything, and I found myself cursing Jacob Black once again. Shit. Shit. Double shit. I was going to kill that bastard. He just couldn't let me make my exit. I was so close.
"Er, Bella, how do you know Jacob?" Edward asked, breaking me away from plotting Jake's death.
"Uhm, his father and mine go way back. They used to work together," I answered vaguely. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought about my response. Edward's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place.
"Bella, is your father Charlie Swan, Chief of the Royal Protection Guard?" He asked. I covered my face with my hands and nodded silently. I was royally screwed. Pun so intended.