Heyyyy, so this has to be my longest chapter by far yet for this story! And I do have one of my girls JustCherry73 to thank for her help with this chapter! In fact, she wrote the POV of Leslie and hell did she do an AMAZING JOB! So please show her some love when you're finished reading! I also wanna give a shout out to my other 2 girls wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your love and support alongside JustCherry73! Y'all are awesome! I love you ladies and I don't know what I'd do without you!
I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I only own Lucy and Leslie...she belongs to JustCherry73, but she is letting me borrow Leslie! I also only own the storyline...that's it!
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Randy POV
The second the door closed behind Drew and Leslie, I breath a quiet sigh of relief at the fact that Lucy and I didn't get caught. They had no idea it was Lucy underneath me. That could have been game changing for us…thank fuck it's not. I get what I want and I want Lucy in my bed with my cock buried deep inside her as she yells out my name…not Drew's. I sneer at the thought of him claiming what should be mine. But because he is king…I snarl internally at that.
However though, I'm beyond annoyed and pissed that we were interrupted. "That was close, but we're in the clear, babe," I pant out, my breathing labored and I lean down to press a kiss to Lucy's lips, but she pushes me off of her and I land on my back next to her with an unexpected grunt. I was not expecting the force of her shove, let alone or her to push me off of her at all. "What are you…?" I ask, perplexed at the action. She's never pushed me off of her, being caught or not.
"Randy…" Lucy breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her own breath, "…we almost just got caught. How can you want to keep going? Are you crazy?!" She gasps not being able to look at me and I look at her as if she's gone mad. What the fuck!
"No," I reply, irritated that we were interrupted to begin with, but now with Lucy not wanting to finish this has me becoming not only frustrated, but increasingly annoyed. I'm about to snap because I'm still horny as fuck, but I reign in my anger and turn onto my side, facing Lucy. "Babe, come on, I know your frustrated right now because you didn't get to finish; I'm in the same position. I know you don't wanna go the rest of the day feeling sexually frustrated. Let me finish us off and we can go our own ways until later tonight when I'll get to see your beautiful face all dolled up at the banquet where I can steal a dance or two with you. Hmm, what do ya say?" I whisper seductively into her ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just behind Lucy's earlobe that I know makes her weak in the knees.
I can feel her shuddering breath's as she relaxes her body and turns her head towards mine, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "O–okay," Lucy breathes with a small nod of her head and I grin, pressing a rough kiss to her red lips knowing I've won this small battle.
"That's my girl," I rumble out happily, rolling back on top of Lucy and waste no time thrusting back into her tight heat. Fucking her hard, I take my frustration of the situation out on Lucy as I dominate the hell out of her, making her cries with hot, wet kisses. I always get what I want.
Leslie POV
Drew and I walk down to the stables, talking and laughing about how scarred we will be for the rest of our lives seeing Randy's bare arse. As we walk into the stables so I can pick my horse, I catch Drew glancing at me. He had that heart stopping smirk on his face. It made me melt as a young girl; it makes me melt even more now as a grown woman.
My god, has he gotten more handsome! His jet-black hair is so long. I'm loving the beard too. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn't give to feel that against my skin! But even the facial hair cannot hide those adorable dimples of his. I dreamed of that smile as a girl, and I have a feeling it will haunt my slumbers in adulthood now. But his eyes; those beautiful blue orbs that always showed me so much compassion and I wished would look at me with all the love (and lust) that I have for him in my heart. They are the most beautiful blue eyes my emerald ones would ever see in my lifetime and I would give anything to get lost in them.
And fuck, this man turned himself into a walking talking work of art! His loose-fitting white shirt (well, it should be loose, but he cannot hide the mountainous muscles in his chest and arms). The strings on the top are untied and loose, so I can see some sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. I want nothing more than put my hands and mouth on it and feel his warmth. His blue tartan kilt can't hide his hairy, sexy legs. I can't help but wonder how big his thighs are…as well as slightly above that. I slightly lick my lips wondering how "large" he really is.
I'm snapped back into reality when his gruff, sexy voice says, "You really have gotten more beautiful, Leslie. Time has only made you more gorgeous."
My face heats up, embarrassed by his attention. But I have to play it cool. He is a happily married man and I cannot let him know how much I love him, and have always loved him. I raise my eyebrow, "Oh I see! You think flattery will get you out of this arse kicking you got coming to you. Not a chance, McIntyre!"
He laughs as I mount my chosen horse. He does the same and says, "It's not flattery. It's the truth. You're still beautiful, inside and out. Whatever man is lucky enough to finally have your love, he better know what a true treasure he possesses. If he doesn't, I'll kick his arse myself." You, goddamn it! You! It's you that I love, but I can't have you! You are happy and in love with your wife!
I look at him and smile, "I appreciate that, I really do. But I'm still beating you to our old spot, just like the good old days."
He chuckles and has an idea as we take the horses to our old starting line by the old oak tree, "How about we race to the waterfalls. Your family's old lands. If you win, I get a dance at the banquet with you tonight. If I win, well, I still get a dance with you tonight."
I cackle at him, "Oh my. You really haven't changed at all. OK, if you're ready for this? Let's do it! To the waterfalls. On your mark! Get set! Go!"
Drew POV
As we race, I can't help but admire and ogle the beauty that is my childhood best friend. Well, outside of Randy that is. I wasn't lying when I told her that she has gotten more gorgeous with age. Seeing her now after so many years of being apart, made me realize how much I actually missed her. If only I was brave enough to act on my feelings before she left Scotland to go to Ireland. We wouldn't be in this position right now.
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. You're happily married damn it. To a beautiful woman who loves you just as much as you love her. You can't be thinking about your best friend that way. I can't help it though, seeing her ride the horse the way she is…bloody hell, it makes me wish it were me she were riding like that. As her beautiful breasts…NO! Stop damn it! You can't be having these thoughts. You're fucking married for Christ sake! Get your head out of your arse. This is reality, not some made up fantasy!
We make it to the open field where the waterfalls are and just by a hairbreadth does she beat me. "Ha! I told you I'd beat you McIntyre! You and Randal never could beat me and you still can't!" Leslie bellows out playfully, paired with her beautiful laugh.
"Aye, I think I've beaten you at least once or twice. Randy was the one who was the sore loser; I think we both can attest to that," I said as I dismounted my horse, then assisting Leslie as she dismounts hers. Even though I know she needed no help to begin with.
I watch Leslie as she walks the horse to the lake the waterfalls are attached to and lets it get a drink of water. I do the same with mine, still unable to take my eyes off of her. She looks over at me with a shy smile before letting her eyes take in our surroundings. "I really do miss this place. I wish I never had to leave. I would have loved to have built a cabin here, even if it wasn't to live in, but for a place to get away to when I needed it," she told me before letting her eyes meet mine once more and I can see the longing and nostalgia swimming in her green orbs.
"Believe me, I do. Don't get me wrong, while I love being king, sometimes I wish I wasn't or didn't have to be. I could just be free to do whatever I wanted, but alas that's not possible. I can always dream though. You could if you really wanted to," I tell Leslie and she looks at me in confusion.
"What do you mean?" She asks, sitting down in the grass and watches me as I join her. As I take my seat next to her, I can see Leslie looking me up and down, especially my legs, then thighs as I make myself comfortable. I don't voice that I've seen her do to me just now that I did to her during our race over here.
"Well, with your parents gone, there is no one to claim this land. However, at the same time there is. I never brought Lucy here, so she has no idea it even exists…" I begin to tell Leslie and her eyes widen in shock at that piece of news. "Only you, I and Randy know about it and you know Randy could care less about what is done with it. I never sold this land, Leslie, so technically it belongs to you since you are the sole survivor of your family name. It's yours and you can do what you want with it," I tell her and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes and I know instantly that they are happy tears.
Leslie scoots closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder after she presses a kiss to my cheek, "Drew, you have no idea how much this means to me. I had no idea and the fact that you kept it like this for all these years…I can't–I don't even know what to say," she replies.
"You don't have to say anything," I respond, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "this is your land now and you can do with it, whatever you want," I whisper, enjoying the serene moment between us.
"Thank you," Leslie whisper.
"You're welcome, Love," I whisper back and after a few moments of silence, I call her name, "Leslie?"
"Hmm?" She ask, removing her head from my shoulder to look up at up me, but I keep my eyes on the waterfalls in front of us.
"Did you ever wonder how I got my middle name?" I ask her quietly and I can feel her shift, putting her full attention onto me now and it leaves me no choice but to look down at her.
"No, I don't. Tell me?" She asks.
"Well you know how our fathers were best friends before we were even born and they were practically inseparable like you and I before you were forced to leave for Ireland. When they found out I was a boy when I was born, they gave me my middle name of McLean after his…well your last name. I guess they somehow knew when they were going to have a child that we'd end up being best friends just like they were," I explain to Leslie and I look down at her to find her gaping up at me in surprise.
"How come you've never told me this before?" She asked and I shrug.
"I never thought it was worth mentioning or that it was important. When I saw you earlier amongst Sheamus' court and after we reconnected, it just came to me and it finally made sense. I always wondered why he gave me such a middle name. But I wouldn't have it any other way now," I reply quietly and press a kiss to Leslie's forehead.
"You know that makes us that much closer now, don't you?" She asks with a bit of teasing in her tone, but I know she's serious when she says it.
"Aye, I definitely know it does. It's why I told you. I've missed you Leslie," I said quietly. I feel her wrap her arms around my bicep and rest her head on my shoulder.
"I've missed you, too, Drew. More than you know," she replies back just as quietly.
We sat there talking for hours that we don't even realize how much time has past until I realize that the sun is slowly making its way towards the horizon. "Aye, I think it's time we head back. It will be dark soon and we have a party to get ready for," I voice and get to my feet, helping Leslie up to hers.
"Goodness, you're right! I didn't even realize how much time has gone by. Then again, life is never boring when you're around," she teases.
"Ha, I can definitely say the same about you," I tease back.
I can't believe with how much time has passed, it's like we were never apart at all. I love how I never have to worry about her judging me. Instead, she'd be there for me and stick by my side no matter what the matter was. She never looked at me or treated me any differently knowing that I would eventually become the future king and now that I am, it's like nothing has changed. That's because it hasn't.
I love Lucy, but I will beat myself up everyday for not acting on my feelings for her when I had the chance. I didn't want to become heartbroken if I were to have lost her to Randy or any other man for that matter. It's something I wouldn't have been able to move on from.
In no time at all, the castle comes back into view and Leslie breaks the comfortable silence between us, "Drew, I noticed some pretty severe marks on the horse and yours as well; do you have any idea how they could have gotten there? There is no way that those were inflicted on by another one of the horses or a wild animal," she points out and I have noticed them, I just didn't think anything of it.
"I did. I always thought it was our old stable boy who did it, but before anything could be done about it, he was actually accidentally killed by one of the horses. He was trying to bring them in as a terrible storm was coming in and I'm assuming one of the loud claps of thunder spooked it so bad that it bucked and kicked him in the head," I explain.
Leslie gasps as her eyes widen in shock, "oh my. That's terrible. I'm just glad they are safe now and out of harms way."
Putting the horses away, Leslie and I part ways so we can freshen up for the banquet that is to start soon. With Leslie on my mind, I enter my chambers and head directly for the chest I have all of my prized possessions in. I remove a small wooden box and I open it to see that the bracelet with the small smooth red stones throughout it is still sitting exactly where I left it. I release a small chuckle when I think back to when I actually stole it and how Randy had to save my ass from getting caught. It would have been worth it though because I stole the trinket for Leslie.
I wanted so badly to give it to her on her 11th birthday, but I feared too much that Leslie would have rejected and looked at me differently if she had learned that it was stolen. But even worse, I always feared that I would lose her to Randy. He was and still is a ladies man after all and was able to get any woman he wanted. In my head, Leslie was one of those women.
A grin forms on my face because I know exactly how and when I can give it to her now. With that thought in mine, I freshen up, put on my red kilt to match Leslie's hair, but also because red is one of her favorite colors. I know she'll die when she sees me in it and I can't wait to see the look on her face.
Lucy POV
As I get ready for the banquet, I pick out my favorite purple ball gown and hang it up so no wrinkles flaw the beautiful material. My mind goes back to earlier when Randy was taking me from behind and a shiver runs through my body at remembering how he felt inside of me. I release a small moaning whimper, wanting him again, but I know that can't be. At least for now. But then I think about Drew and how wonderfully amazing he's been to me. Not to mention how good he feels as well. A small bout of guilt runs through me when I also think about Drew walking in on me and Randy, almost resulting in us getting caught. I don't even know or want to think about what would happen or what he would do if he ever found out about Randy and myself.
I block that thought out and instantly become happy, knowing there is a female that came in with Sheamus and his court. I'll finally have another woman to befriend and become close with. There is only so much I can take with having just male companionships. I quickly and excitedly get ready, then make my way to the great hall where the festivities are being held.
Leslie POV
Here I am standing in the great hall of the home I remember from my childhood in my fancy royal blue ballgown. Blue is Drew's favorite color so I wanted to wear this for him tonight. Not with his wife around that he will ever notice I exist. But with my curly red hair in a partial up-do and my ample cleavage proudly on display, maybe I can steal the affections of a gentleman… No. I won't do that here as Drew's guest. I love him. I just can't.
King Sheamus comes barreling out from his chamber and says in his normal gregarious bellow, "Aye, my lovely Lass! Ye look simply breathtaking fer tha party!"
I smiled and thank him. He has truly been a most kind King. He was more than generous with my father when my mother became ill within a year of us moving to his kingdom and passing away. He granted my father's wish on his deathbed to take me in as his ward and be my protector, allowing me the freedom to choose who, when and why I marry. But he has also made me a trusted member of his counsel and values my opinion. It's a rarity in our lands and time for women to be given such high esteem and I take this seriously. I tell him, "You look quite fetching yourself, my King!"
I curtsy to him, and he waves it off. "Now, Lass. Ye know I told ye never ta stand on ceremony with me. Yer like tha little sister I never had."
That booming, sexy, Scottish accent answers behind me, "I agree with you, Sheamus. Not about you looking fetching, you wanker." There is much laughter and postering at this joke at King Sheamus' expense. Then Drew's eyes turn back and settle on me, "But you're right about Leslie McLean. She is simply breathtaking."
My breath catches in my throat and I'm sure my face and neck turn a thousand shades of red at this compliment. I give him a playful slap on the arm, feeling those granite-like biceps through his tight black dress tunic on my fingers. I roll my eyes and huff, "How many times do I have to tell you that flattery will get you nowhere, McIntyre."
He shrugs, "Well, can it at least get a private moment alone with you before we enter the banquet? That is if his royal pain in my arse doesn't mind."
Sheamus narrows his eyes, "Yer lucky I kinda like ye, McIntyre." Then he laughs, "Of course, it's fine. Les is a grown gal and makes her own decisions. If she wants ta be in the company of a scoundrel like ye, it's on her!"
Drew fakes a snarl, takes my hand and leads my down a private corridor. Oh my! His hand is so strong. But yet, it's so gentle and his skin is so soft. I can only imagine what it feels like… I have to stop thinking about a married man like this. Get it together, Leslie! I shake off my shudder and turn to face Drew, "OK, so what is this all about? Wanting another horse riding arse kicking tomorrow?"
He shakes his head with an impish smile, "Nah, but I may take you up on that offer. Nah, I have something for you. I meant to give it to you for your eleventh birthday, but I…well, I just didn't. It's nothing really. Here."
I take the small wooden box from him and open it. I pulled out a bracelet with smooth red stones. My eyes meet his, "Where did you get this from?"
He puckers his lips together, just like he used to do as a boy when he did something naughty. "Well, believe it or not, I stole it from one if the village artisans. See? I knew your birthday was coming up and I didn't have anything for you. So, I stole it and Randy had to save me from getting into trouble. I never gave it to you because I was afraid of you laughing at me or rejecting the gift because it was stolen. Anyway, since you're back, I wanted you to have it. Happy very late birthday, Leslie."
I'm holding up the bracelet, staring at it listening to his words and trying not to bust out into tears. I sigh, "Oh Drew. I love it. It's so beautiful."
As I undo the clasp and put it on my wrist, Drew gapes at me, "But it's just a worthless trinket. It has no monetary value."
I look in his eyes, my tears no longer held back as they swim in my eyes, "Worthless? No. Drew, this means everything to me. It came from you, the King that became of that sweet boy I f…" I stop myself from blurting out 'fell in love with and that I will always love.' I finish, "…the sweet bot who was my best friend. And even though you are big, strong intimidating King Andrew; and you should be! Your men and your people must see they have a mighty warrior as their leader. To me, this trinket is worth more that gold because it came from you and I will treasure it always."
He embraces me in a tight bear hug, "Damn it, I've missed you, Leslie." So, this is what it feels like to be held by the arms I've longed for. To bury my face in that chest. Lucia, whoever you are, you are the luckiest woman alive and you better not take what you have for granted. I quickly break out of the hug and quickly blink away the tears. If I don't stop it now, I will never want to leave his warm embrace. I change the subject and give a half laugh, "Hey! Don't we have a shindig to go to? Let's go liven this party up!"
Drew walks behind me. I know he is looking at me and I'm scared to death at the thoughts he is having in that moment. I nearly confessed my love to him. I'm praying what I said wasn't forward, but I meant every word. Drew comes up beside me and offers his arm, "Shall we?" I slip my hand in it and try to act like my normal lively self, rejoining Sheamus and my friends in his court, preparing to meet Drew's wife, the love of his life. Christ! Why does that thought suck so bad? Stop torturing yourself, Leslie. If Drew loves her, she must be an extraordinary person.
And just like that we are joined by none other than Mr. Ladies Man himself. My sarcasm can't help myself from poking the Casanova bear like we always did as kids, "Ah, Randal Keith. How nice of you to join us. And you're wearing clothes this time! Novel concept. How thoughtful of you!"
As Drew can't stop his laughter, Randy leers at me, "Leslie, you look gorgeous. And you're still a raving harpy smart ass. Some things never change."
I smile and sigh, turning to him, "You're so right. Some things never change. I remain witty, Drew is still sweet, and you can't stop yourself from sticking your dick in any port with open legs. Just like the old days."
Randy gets flustered, "We're still doing this? Huh? Oh, how I've missed our banter, dear Leslie." I smirk at him. But in all honesty, there is something about Randy that I never fully trusted. Don't get me wrong he was my best friend like Drew and I love him as such. But he always seemed bound and determined to have what ever Drew wanted. Whether it was a toy or a girl. I witnessed way too many occurrences of Drew having his heart broken because Randy rutted whoever Drew had his cap set for.
As I'm eyeing Randy with mirth, ! faintly hear Drew say, "And here she is! King Sheamus of Ireland, meet my Queen Lucia of Scotland." Sheamus gives his pleasantries as Randy stiffens up and I feel Drew's hand on my arm. He says, "And my Love, I have someone very special for you to meet. She is one of my dearest friends in the world and she's here as part of Sheamus' court. Queen Lucia, this is Leslie McLean."
I turn to meet Drew's wife, and my blood runs cold. Ice cold. All of the color in my face must've drained from my features at that moment. I can't believe this! This has to be a huge mistake. This can't be…her! This can't be the loving and faithful wife that is making Drew so happy. That face…it's lovely, but it is the same face I saw in the mirror above Randy's bed… OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I feel the bile rise in my throat and a seething anger screaming in my brain that is roaring like a lion. Motherfucker! This is the whore we caught Randy with! They are fucking behind Drew's back under his roof! Oh god! Please god, no! Not Drew! What do I do?! My heart is breaking for Drew at this moment, and I am wanting nothing more than to slap the shit out of both Lucia and Randy for this betrayal and tell Drew what I saw earlier today. How dare they do this horrible thing to him!
But wait, I can't say a word. Drew would never believe me. And why would he? I wouldn't believe me if I were in his place. And I have King Sheamus to think about. I can't embarrass him and his counsel; the one in which I am a lead adviser. This agreement between our kingdoms is too important for both countries I love.
So, I quickly slap on the fakest smile I can muster and take this trollop by the hands, "Lucia! My dear, I'm so happy to meet you! Drew has told me all about you. You're as lovely as he described! And to see my oldest friend so very happy and in love to such a true and faithful woman makes my heart so happy!" I lean in to kiss her cheek thinking, That's right, I meant to make you both uncomfortable! Gag! Bitch!
Lucia returns my peck on the cheek with a delighted smile, "I'm so happy to meet you, Leslie! Finally, a lady I can make friends with instead of all these men! And please, call me Lucy." Oh that fake smile pisses me off. And I know you've made REAL good friends with Drew's best friend and second in command. And I call you what you really are: cunt whore.
Drew is pleased that the two of us are hitting it off, has both of us take his arm and leads us all into the grand hall for the banquet. The old hall hasn't changed at all since I left. But all I can do during the party is seethe. I continuously look from Lucy to Randy and catch them making lustful, longing gazes at each other. Oh god, this is making me sick! The love in Drew's eyes when he glances at his wife is almost too much for me to bear and I am nauseous. Wine, I need some wine now!
I have my dance with Drew (Christ! Being this close to him feels so good. Why? Why did they do this to him?) and we have the big feast. God knows how many goblets of wine I have downed at this point. Again, I watch them with hawk like eyes as I chat her up, trying to pretend like I give shit about her wanting to be my friend as I know the heartbreak she is leading Drew into. The two of them are now trying to avoid each other's gaze as that slut sits by Drew's side like nothing is happening, knowing what she is doing to him. More wine!
As the feast ends and the minstrels start up again, I go to Drew and Sheamus, ready to take my leave. I can't observe this fucking farce anymore. I break into their conversation (she-devil is by his side) and I say, "My mighty Kings! If you don't mind, I think I will retire for the night. I am exhausted from our travel over the last few days, and I'm pretty sure the wine is getting to me."
Randy offers to take me back to my chamber, but Drew says, "No, I'll walk her back. My Queen; Sheamus, I'll be back shortly." Yeah, you stay here and keep your bitch in heat company, fucker! Drew walks me slowly down the halls and says, "So, rest up so I can beat you in our race tomorrow. Here's your door, Sweet."
I smile through my haze of anger. He remembered, "Sweet. You haven't called me that in years."
He smiles, "Well, that's what you always have been. My Sweet."
I sigh and look at him, "Damn it, why are you still so adorable, Drew?"
He smugly smirks, "It's my lot in life and my cross to bear, Sweet. Now, get you some rest." He kisses my forehead and I feel a charge of million butterflies fluttering in my stomach. His lips are so soft. I could only wish I knew what they felt like on mine. And I know he felt nothing but kissing the forehead of an old friend.
He turns to go and I shout, "Drew, wait!" He turns back to me, and I have to bite my tongue not to tell him of what I saw. I lean my back against my chamber door and simply say, "Your wife…is lovely. And I hope she knows what a treasure she has in you." I raise my left wrist and whisper, "And thank you for the late birthday gift."
As I shut the door to my bed chamber, I rage and throw my hairbrush across the room. I'm pacing and thinking to myself, "Goddamn them! Randy, you always just had to have everything Drew had when we were kids. But her? You're fucking the Queen of Scotland right under the King's nose! That is so dangerous, not just for you, but for the kingdom. If it got out that the King was getting cuckolded by his Army's second in command? It could bring the whole country down. The enemies would zero in on this, perceiving Drew to be weak! His Army, his household, his village would lose all respect for him! What the fuck are you thinking, Randy? You're not! Only thinking with your dick like always, you selfish little prick!
"And Drew has given his heart to that worthless, piece of trash tramp! I can't believe her! She has the most wonderful, incredible, beautiful man on this earth. I love him more than anything and would give all I possess to have him just look at me once like he looks at her! But, NO! That's not enough for her! The goddamn King of Scotland isn't enough for precious Lucia! Nooooo! She has to get stuck by Randy! Of all people!
"Maybe this was a one time thing and it's not something big. Even still, it's such a rotten thing to do! And no, I'm not that stupid. I saw the way they kept looking at each other tonight. The whole time Drew looked at her with all the love in the world with those beautiful blue eyes, and she is looking at his best friend! Fuck her! Damn it, why did I have to look up in that fucking mirror and she her cheating slut face?!
"Oh god! This will destroy Drew if he finds out. I can't bear to see his heart shattered like that. But he has to know! This can't go on behind his back. In his own home! There is so much more at stake that those two having their fucking private parts sated. Drew's heart, his kingdom, his state of mind can't be compromised. I won't bear the thought of my love or my home kingdom falling because that whore can't not stick that pussy out to that self-centered, egotistical bastard!"
Then, it hits me like a ton of boulders. I stop pacing and I start pondering as I start to take my dress off and put on my sleep shift, "Wait. I can turn this into my advantage. I love Drew with everything in me and I want him, oh god, I want him more than ever. He trusts me, but he would never believe this if I told him…unless he sees it for himself. I can make nice with her and gain her trust. Then, when the time is right, I show him what they are doing. He has to believe his own eyes, right? They would never fail him. Unlike Randy and that woman.
"I don't want to fathom how much it will hurt me to see Drew's heart destroyed, but I can be there for him, comfort him. I'll lay it all out there for him and be truthful. But if he hates me because I waited to tell him…" My eyes tear up at that thought but I am resolute in my plan, "…so be it. At least he will know the truth and he can do with it whatever is his will. I can only pray to the gods above that it will lead him to realize that I love him and this kingdom. I have to do this. Everything I love is at stake."
Lucy POV
I am beyond excited to finally have a new girlfriend that I can connect and spend time with. I love Drew and Randy, but there is only so much of them and their egos that I can handle! I converse with some of the other females at the party as I wait for Drew to return, although I can't keep my eyes off of Randy on the other side of the room. My god, does he looks so handsome, but then again he is handsome even on his bad days.
I see Drew reenter the grand hall and that's when I make my leave, "if you'll excuse me ladies, my King has returned. It was such a pleasure talking to you! Hopefully we can do it agains some time!" I tell them, joyfully then turn towards Drew with a big smile, "My King, this party is absolutely incredible and I love Leslie! I'm so excited to have a female companion around. Even if it's only for a short time," I tell him and Drew laughs happily at my exuberance about becoming friends with his long time childhood friend.
"Oh my Love, you don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say this. You both are very special to me and I couldn't have asked for a better first meeting between my two favorite women," Drew expresses, pulling me into his arms and presses a kiss to my lips.
"I'm glad you are happy, my King, but I am beginning to become exhausted," I tell him, conveying with my eyes what I really want and he seems to catch on quickly.
"Ahh, you know, I am beginning to feel quite tired myself. Give me a few minutes to make my leave and say goodnight to Sheamus. I'll meet you in our chamber and you better be ready for me my Queen because I'm feeling particularly…sultry tonight," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me and I giggle at his playfulness.
"Don't worry, my King; I'll be waiting and ready for you," I purr quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his parted lips. He reaches a hand around my waist and moves it down to my rear, giving it a squeeze, a lustful and mischievous look in his eyes.
Parting ways with Drew, I quickly make it to our chamber and waste no time in stripping down into nothing and lay provocatively on top of the furs on our bed. A few minutes later, Drew walks into our chamber and stops short when he sees me. A low growl mixed with feral and lustful eyes are directed at me. "Oh my dear sweet little Lucia…my Queen, do you know how ravishing you look right now," he grounds out, removing his tunic dress shirt and kilt in record time and his cock springs free, hard and at attention, just begging to be ridden.
"Hmm, I don't know my King. I think you might need to come over here and show me," I reply seductively, running my hand down my body and into the curls of my mound, letting my fingertips gaze my clit. "Oh my King, I need you," I whimper out, rolling onto my back, letting my legs drop open. The need for him to fuck me too much to handle.
The quiet growl that came from Drew moments earlier, turn into a loud snarl. He hastily makes it to the bed and climbs on top of me; setting himself between my thighs, Drew thrusts into me with one quick snap of his hips and it has me crying out. "Drew! Oh shit!" I yelp and grip onto his large shoulders as he begins to pound into me at a relentless pace.
The grunts and groans that come from him make me wetter by the second, but I can't help but wish that Drew was Randy. While Drew is incredible in bed and I can't finish my thought because my mind short circuits when Drew tilts his hips and I squeal out loudly when the tip of his dick grazes my sweet spot over and over again that it has me seeing stars.
Drew is incredible in bed and he knows how to pleasure me, my god does he know, but he's not Randy. There are things that Randy does that drive me crazy and he knows my body in ways that Drew doesn't.
"Oh god…Drew…f–faster. Harder! Oh fuck! Yeah! Just like that!" I keen out loud when Drew tilts his hips further, but he gets to his knees and wraps my legs around his waist. My ass is elevated off of the bed and with the angle my hips are at with how Drew is drilling into me right now…holy shit, this is new. He's never done this before, but my god, I will not complain.
"Yeah, you like that? You like the way I'm fucking you?" Drew grunts and groans. My eyes snap shut and I shriek out when Drew presses his thumb to my clit and begins to create fast and tight circles. Before I know what's happening, my first orgasm rips through me, "fuuuuuck! Go–rrrDrew!" I cry out, catching myself and the next words I hear come from Drew…no, but my mind switches back to Randy and I arch my back off the bed further with an even louder cry.
"Oh shit! Les–Lucy! Fuck, you feel so good. I'm about to come," he growls and I tighten my walls, letting them squeeze Drew's member and that's all it takes for him to come with a roar.
The second I feel his seed coat my walls, I come again hard with a silent cry until my voice decides to find itself and my silent cry becomes a loud wail as my orgasm rips through me, my body shaking from head to toe, pretending it's Randy that has me coming this hard.
Drew continues to thrust his hips into mine and they gradually slow down until he stops completely and collapses on top of me, but quickly pulls out and rolls off next to my side. "Holy shit, that was incredible," I pant out, turning onto my side and cuddle into Drew's chest, nuzzling his chest hair.
"Yeah, it was. I can't remember the last time I released that hard," Drew replies, breathing out a laugh, but before I can utter a response, I fall asleep in Drew's strong arms as he holds me close.
Randy POV
Motherfucker! I can't take this shit anymore. Hearing McIntyre screwing Lucy the way he is a few doors down, is driving me fucking insane. I don't care if she's married to him, she's mine. It's my bed she should be in right now. It's me she should be under, screaming my name as I pound relentlessly into her tight little cunt.
FUCK!
Leslie POV
I cannot be hearing this. I want to rip my damn ears off! I'm lying here listening to the man I love fuck his two-timing slut of a wife! I manage to hold my tears at bay, but my mind won't stop failing me. I can see Drew giving everything in his body, heart and soul to this woman and he will never be enough for her. Life isn't fair, and I accepted that years ago when I had to move away before I could profess my love to Drew. Not that he would've ever thought of me as anything other than his friend.
My brain, heart and loins start working in tandem and wonder what it would be like to have that Scottish god of a man make love to me as he's doing to her right now. He's obviously amazing in bed. I can hear her goddamn squeals of passion! Technically, I am a virgin. I have saved myself for marriage and for the man I love (who is a few rooms away doing to his ungrateful wife what I want him to do to me). But I'm not an innocent. I have had pleasures from other men in several forms and giving them pleasures in return, both with my hands and mouth. And I have been told I am DAMN good at that, thank you very much! However, Sheamus would always catch us before it went far enough for any man to take my virginity.
So, I know how to pleasure myself. My hands drift to my chest and starts groping my breasts. How would those warm, soft hands feel caressing my nipples? His fingertips coaxing them in hard peaks. Feeling his hot breath on them as he takes them into that perfect mouth to suckle hard, then soothe with his tongue.
My breathing becomes erratic as my fingers follow the trail of his mouth down my belly. I spread my legs wide and start circling my clit with my middle finger, imagining Drew is using his delectable tongue on it. I gasp hard as the wetness starts to appear. I wonder how his beard would feel brushing against my pussy as his mouth goes all the way inside my slit, sucking on my lips. I moan and whimper at the idea of Drew using his finger inside me, touching that lining at my core, as he nibbles on my tiny nub, only to soothe it with his tongue. He know he would repeat the pattern over and over until squirt my juices all over his face, licking his fingers and loving my taste and smell on his lips and beard.
My fingers start entering my wanting hole as I see him rising above me and sliding that hard cock I am craving like chocolate slowly inside my heat, then pounding me, claiming me as his own, finally taking his most treasured prize: me. Wait! Did he just say my name? No. There's no way. He said Lucy.
I refuse to think of that woman as I use my other hand to finger my clit; I just know he would do this as his fucking me so good, his head rubbing that special spot inside me, his girth stretching me to my walls' limits. I can't take anymore. I pull the furs over my face and scream into them, muffling my screams as I orgasm again, watching my dream Drew cum like a tidal wave inside my dripping wet pussy, coating my insides with his warm gift.
After coming down off the high of my erotic fantasy, I pull the furs up to my chin. Now the tears spring from my eyes like the waterfalls of my old home. I once again have to stifle my cries, but this time, it's so no one here's my sobbing. God, I love this man so much and I want him to be mine. I cry myself to sleep knowing that I may hate myself for having to reveal this betrayal to him. And he may never forgive me. But as I drift off with wells still flowing from my eyes and my cheeks wet with tears, I know what has to be done. And it all falls on my to do the dirty work. So be it.
Drew POV
Lucy is fast asleep in my arms and while I'm exhausted from todays events…I can't sleep. I never thought I'd see Leslie again and seeing her with Sheamus and his court, I really did forget how much I missed her until she came back into my life. It's like she never left; she never should have.
But bloody hell, seeing her in that royal blue ball gown she wore tonight at the banquet had me feeling things I know I should never feel. The woman in my arms reminding me of that. Guilt courses through me when I think back to when I was having sex with Lucy…my wife, I couldn't help but not think of the sexy and beautiful vixen that is my best friend. I can't help but wish that she was Lucy. No Drew! You're happily married to the beautiful woman sleeping in your arms. You love her and you'd never dream of betraying her like that. Your thoughts need to stop now!
Sadly thought, it's near to impossible not to think about Leslie ever since she walked back into my kingdom and into my life. I can't help but smile though when I think back to when I gave Leslie her birthday gift that I should have given to her years ago and the kiss I placed on her forehead, it reminded me why I am and was always so at ease around her. Why I missed her so much. I can be myself without fear of judgment. I just wish I had the balls to make her mine before she left for Ireland all those years ago. And now knowing that she'll be leaving in three days time, it's killing me inside because now that I have Leslie back in my life, I can't imagine it without her. I refuse to let that happen.
