Royal & Spoiled | LS

Chapter 37

We pulled up infront of the mansion. I put the car in park, pulled the keys from the ignition, and unbuckled my seatbelt. The sun set in the distance and let out a pretty pinkish orange glow. I turned my gaze to Louis; he slept lightly against the door. My hand moved to Louis' head and ran fingers through his feathery hair. I rubbed my thumb over his cheek, then went back through his hair. He hummed and unconsciously leaned into my hand.

The gold band on his ring finger caught my eye. It shimmered in the fading sunlight, which caused me to smile happily. Then I glanced at mine and twirled it a bit.

It was something so physically small that meant something so emotionally big. It meant growing old together and being Louis' confidant. It was to make us remember why we work through all our issues, rather than just giving up. The ring meant being there for each other even if the pain overcomes glory, or when the sickness seems to overpower health.

"Louis, we're here." I pushed his hair back as his eyes opened slightly.

"Already?" He murmured, going to sit up straight. Instead, Louis winced and held his head. "I feel like death."

"Don't forget about your concussion and its side effects."

He turned to glare at me, "You are not helping, Harold."

I put my hands up, "It's not my fault I have to remind you."

"Asshole." He muttered, then laughed and rubbed his temples. "It's weird how the headaches are just now bugging me, but weren't at the cottage."

"I think I know why."

"And what might that be?" Louis hummed. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned more towards me. I leaned in close and put my hand on his thigh. He glanced down and fidgeted in his seat. I rubbed my hand up and down, letting my hand linger too far up.

I leaned in close to Louis' ear. "Because I sucked you off."

His breath hitched and he whimpered.

"I fucked you good and hard." I kissed right below his ear, and slowly down his neck. Louis bit his lip and pushed into my grip. It was easy to tell that my touch and not-so-subtle language turned him on. There was the outline of his buldge in his pants.

"Fuck, Harry." He groaned as I rubbed over his hard on.

"And tonight, maybe I can make those headaches go away." I used my other hand to tug at the collar of his shirt as my mouth sucked love bites on his shoulder. "Treat you like a true princess."

Louis closed his eyes and huffed, "Don't start something you can't finish."

I pulled my hand from his thigh, and instead ran a thumb over his lips. I smirked, "I can finish it, don't worry. Though for now, I think I'll stop and we'll continue this later, hm? After all, you are the one who said if we stop then there will be something to do later."

"You're such a tease, Harry, I can't stand you."

"So sit."

"I am?" Louis opened his big blue eyes.

I smiled innocently, "On me."