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  “Just thinking about the loft,” she confessed.

  “I know how much you loved it. I know it won’t be the same, but you’ll get it back.” McKennon grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips.

  A thought popped up in Royal’s mind that put a bright smile on her lips for the first time since the fire.

  “You know what?”

  “What?”

  “I know how my loft burning down could be a good thing.”

  “How?”

  “Move in with me.”

  “We’re already living together.”

  “I know. And no offense, but your place is too small for us both and I need studio space.”

  “True.”

  “So, let’s rebuild my loft together. This way it’ll feel like ours instead of mine and you just occupying a little space there with some extra room in the closet and a few drawers.”

  “I like the sound of that. But only if you’re sure.”

  “Of course, I’m sure. We didn’t go through all of what we did the last year, only to go our separate ways in the end. You’re stuck with me, buddy.”

  McKennon slid closer to Royal and rubbed his nose against hers.

  “That’s a good thing, because I wasn’t gonna let you go anyway.”

  He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

  The limo stopped and they pulled apart. Royal looked out the window and saw they’d reached the art gallery.

  “It’s show time.”

  McKennon stepped out of the limo dressed in a tux for the black-tie event. He held out his hand for Royal to take. She clutched it and he helped steady her. She wore a two-piece, black evening gown. The top was a shimmery halter. The bottom was a high-waisted tulle skirt with a slit up the thigh. Under the skirt, she wore shimmery fishnets with high-heeled combat boots.

  The skirt opened and fell to the sides as one of her thick legs stepped out of the limo. Royal unfolded out of the back. As she stood, McKennon bent down and whispered in her ear.

  “You do realize that I’m gonna rip those fishnets and fuck you with those boots on later, right?”

  A shiver ran down Royal’s spine. But her face remained aloof.

  “Promise?”

  Royal chuckled when he responded with a growl.

  “Let’s go.”

  They walked inside and Royal heard McKennon’s inhalation of breath as he took in the giant portraits displayed around the room.

  “Royal…” His face filled with pride. “These are gorgeous! I know I’ve seen them on your computer screen. But this is incredible.”

  Royal hadn’t let him see the calendar or the coffee table book since he was in them. She wanted him to see the gallery displays first. That’s how she wanted everyone to first see the images. Then they could decide if they wanted to purchase the large portraits, coffee table book, or calendar.

  Each portrait was stylized with added elements. There were several of McKennon since he was the inspiration for it all. The one where he appeared to be running, she’d added dust exploding up from his feet. The image of him with his head thrown back that was filled with rage and despair, fire burned around him. The woman that had been at his party with the below the knee prosthetic leg, was in a portrait where she was in nothing but lingerie and high heels. The portrait was black and white, and red rose petals rained down around her.

  Every portrait had a different theme, but in every one the main themes were power, determination, and sex. There was no pity there.

  Royal looked over at McKennon and caught him wiping at his eyes. She smiled softly. Her fingers slid through his and she led him around the room.

  “I honestly don’t think I’ll ever feel self-conscious about my leg again. I’m blown away.” McKennon said as he looked up at himself relaxed in her chair.

  “That was the whole point of all this. I wanted you to see how I see you. You’re perfect.”

  McKennon turned. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

  ~~~

  McKennon observed as guests started to arrive. He watched how their eyes widened in awe of what Royal had done. Tears shown in the eyes of their honorary guests who had been the subjects of her project. As they saw just how beautiful and whole they were.

  Matt and his cameraman were there, shooting footage of the event. They’d stopped McKennon and Royal long enough for a couple of questions before they’d been pulled in another direction.

  The nurses from the hospital and his doctor showed up as well. Carmen, the head nurse on the 4th floor had mentioned to Royal that she’d won some pool they started. The medical staff were filled with pride at his recovery.

  It took only the course of a few hours for them to sell out of everything. Every portrait. Every book. Every calendar.

  McKennon’s heart was so full he could barely stand still.

  He grabbed a glass of champagne and found a utensil to tap it. Everyone turned their attention to McKennon.

  “Everyone, I’d like to say a huge thank you, to all of you. Because of your help, we’ve sold every piece here.” A loud cheer went up through the crowd. “That combined with the donations from around the country on our crowdfunding page, we’ve raised over five-hundred thousand dollars!”

  McKennon smiled brightly as everyone celebrated. He looked over to Royal where she was standing with her friends across the room.

  “None of this could be possible without the creativity and talent of the beautiful Royal King.” Everyone turned and clapped for her.

  McKennon began to walk towards her. Only a slight limp remained in his gait. The crowd parted like the sea and she came into full view. He stopped in front of her and continued his speech.

  “She saved my life almost a year ago. And then she saved it again when she made me realize that I don’t have to be what everyone wants me to be. I only have to be the best version of who I am. She taught me to be my own version of perfect, which is beautifully flawed. It’s what she displayed here tonight.

  “Royal,” McKennon dropped to one knee and an audible gasp traveled through the room. Then a hush fell over the guests.

  “That night it was your face. Your kind eyes, that kept me here. I never told anyone this, but I didn’t have much to live for. And it felt real easy to just let go. But it was you who made me want to fight to stay. To see you again.

  “It was like it was destined to be. Our souls joined together that night. Now, I want to officially join our lives together too. If you’ll have me? Royal King, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  McKennon opened the small black box he’d been holding. Nestled inside was a black diamond solitaire set in white gold. The band was made of two twisting arms in black diamonds and white diamonds. Royal’s face practically glowed with joy.

  “Yes!” She cried out and then flung herself at him.

  If there was anyone more confident in his physical ability to catch her, it was Royal.

  The gathered guests cheered at her answer.

  Royal got up and helped him off the floor. Her friends immediately wrapped her up in celebratory hugs. Nick and the guys who could attend gave McKennon a round of rough pats and hugs. Matt had his cameraman film everything.

  Royal’s redheaded friend clutched her face and looked at her seriously.

  “You know I’m writing a book about this, right?”

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Royal pulled Kennedy in for a tight hug.

  ~~~

  “Oh my God!” Royal flopped back onto the backseat of the limo. “That was the best night EVER!”

  “It was.”

  She sat up and squinted at him.

  “How long had you been planning that?”

  “Hmm…since you told me you loved me.”

  “That wasn’t that long ago.”

  “I know. All it took was finding the right ring.”

  Royal sighed and looked down at it lovingly.

  “It’s perfect. And black just l
ike my soul.”

  McKennon chuckled. Then he reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. Royal straddled him and kissed him softly on the lips.

  McKennon pressed the button to lower the partition between them and the driver.

  “Joe, can you take us the long way home?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Royal gave him a look that said, ‘Oh really?’

  “I made a promise earlier, remember?” McKennon asked as he rolled the partition back.

  “Mm…that you did.”

  Royal felt his hands on her ass. He gathered up the material of her skirt until his hands found their way underneath. Moments latter she heard and felt the rip of her fishnets. Royal gasped in shock.

  “I thought you knew I was serious.”

  “Those were nice.”

  “I’ll buy you another pair.”

  McKennon pulled her down for another kiss to shut her up. Royal’s fingers found the button of his pants. They nimbly undid them and pulled down the zipper. Royal reached in and wrapped her fingers around him. His cock was already hard as a rock.

  His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and pulled roughly to the side. Royal raised up on her knees enough to rub the head of his cock against her wet labia.

  “Tease,” McKennon breathed against her lips.

  Royal lowered herself. His thick shaft stretching her. Her head fell back on a cry of pleasure as she seated herself fully.

  “Shhhhhit!” She hissed.

  McKennon pulled her forward and kissed her neck. Royal’s pussy clenched around him.

  “No, wait! I don’t wanna cum yet,” she panted.

  Royal planted her feet on either side of his hips. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck for leverage. McKennon clutched her bottom and guided her up his cock, and back down again.

  “Aaaaah… McKennon!” Royal called out.

  The head of his dick hit a sweet spot inside of her at that angle. Her thighs shook on every downward stroke. Royal rolled her hips as she came down.

  “Fuck, Royal!”

  McKennon lost control. He gripped her ass even tighter and bounced her up and down his cock. He thrusted up to meet her. Their skin slapped loudly. Royal cried out with every smack of their flesh. She reached up and pressed her palm against the ceiling of the limo to steady herself.

  He finally slowed back down. Royal brought her feet down, her legs almost noodles. Their mouths came together and she ground her hips into him. She let McKennon’s mouth trail over to her ear and neck. He kissed and licked her there. Royal’s hips shuddered with the flick of his tongue.

  “McKennon, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna…Aaaaaaunh!” Royal screamed.

  Her pussy flexed around him as he continued to pump up into her.

  “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

  Royal felt the ripples as his cock jerked and spilled his seed inside her.

  She collapsed onto his chest and then melted into him. McKennon ran the tip of his fingers across her face, pushing her hair behind her ears. He whispered against the top of her head.

  “How did I get so lucky?”

  “I don’t know how many would consider it lucky after you had to lose a leg in the process?” Royal mumbled against his chest.

  “It was the luckiest day of my life. The day my life began.”

  Royal felt tears sting the backs of her eyes. She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you, too.”

  Epilogue

  Hand in hand they ran through the throng of guests holding up sparklers in the evening light. His groomsmen in black tuxedos. Her bridesmaids in royal blue fitted tuxedos and heels.

  McKennon wore a dark royal blue tuxedo jacket with black lapels and bowtie with a crisp white shirt and black pants. Royal wore a black lace halter with shimmery black fitted tuxedo pants with a black tulle train behind her and royal blue heels. As they ran, her hair bounced in the breeze exposing her royal blue underlayer.

  They ran up to their brand-new matching black Harley’s. His had been destroyed in the accident. Hers had been damaged beyond repair in the fire. They replaced them together. The only difference in their new bikes was one larger than the other. Hers was custom to accommodate her short legs.

  They both straddled their bikes, shrugged on leather jackets, and pulled their helmets down over their heads that read Mr. and Mrs. on the backs. Their helmets had little microphones and speakers in them so they could talk to each other. Royal tucked her train in under her, then she turned to look at McKennon.

  “You ready,” she said.

  “Absolutely.”

  Their engines revved and they took off. They each had white signs on the backs of their bikes. His said ‘Just’ and hers said ‘Married.’ Metal cans and streamers trailed behind them…

  As they rode off towards their future.

  The End

  If you enjoyed Royal and McKennon’s story, please leave a review at the online retailer where you purchased The Bravest Hero. Just a few words are always appreciated.

  Keep reading for the bonus stories, The Mia Chronicles…

  The Mia Chronicles: Part II

  A Curvy Girls Club Short

  Mia Ayala loves men and sex and isn’t ashamed of it. These are her stories.

  The Mia Chronicles happen behind the scenes of The Bravest Hero.

  Enjoy!

  Vegas

  “Are you ready for this,” Mia waggled her eyebrows.

  “As I’ll ever be,” Kennedy sighed.

  “I don’t know why you’re so resistant. It’s just a bunch of hot guys dancing in G-strings.”

  “I’d prefer one man naked in my bed who really wants me. As opposed to twenty half-naked hot guys who are paid to ‘like’ me.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna have both tonight and you can guarantee it. Besides, you have to do this for me because I came here to help you with your convention. A deal’s a deal.”

  “You’re right. You’re right,” Kennedy conceded.

  The line of eager women moved into the large room filled with rows of seats in front of a dark stage. Mia and Kennedy were at the table that was front and center of the stage. Mia wouldn’t have allowed anything less.

  For the occasion, Mia had chosen a short, red formfitting dress with sexy cut outs to show off just the right amount of skin. She’d flat-ironed her corkscrew curls and curled it in larger bouncy curls, in a side part that covered one eye. The end results gave her a Jessica Rabbit vibe.

  Kennedy, always the romantic, bohemian flower child, chose a flirty white dress that danced around her knees. She tamed her red curls into a messy bun on top of her head with a few tendrils out to frame her face and neck.

  They took their seats, and ordered some drinks as they waited for everyone to be seated. It wasn’t long before the lights dimmed and the excited cheers filled the room.

  They had been playing music softly as everyone came in. Now, the pulsing beats turned up. The energy in the room was a living thing. Mia sat back and smiled.

  The lights directed at the stage lifted and a group of gorgeous men were illuminated. Miraculously the screams of the audience got louder.

  Immediately, Mia’s keen eye found the one she wanted. He had dark hair, light eyes, and a nice beard. He looked a little like a lumberjack. She wouldn’t mind climbing his tree.

  He must have sensed her eyes on him, because his eyes looked down and found hers. Mia saw the almost imperceptible change in his eyes. How they sparkled with attraction.

  She smiled like the cat that caught the mouse.

  As the show progressed, she watched and cheered them on as they danced seductively. But she had her eye on the prize. And lucky for her, the prize had a solo dance where he picked a lucky lady out of the crowd to give a lap dance.

  That lady happened to be her.

  The handsome man took her hand and helped her walk up onto the stage. He laid her down on a black cushioned
platform. The hard beats of Good Kisser by Usher started playing. The hottie slid up between her legs. Mia’s legs spread, not caring that her red lacy panties were probably exposed. She had no hang-ups about her body.

  “God, you’re so fucking hot!” He whispered when he finally reached her ear. His Australian accent charming.

  “As are you,” Mia grinned.

  He dragged his nose up her neck and breathed her perfume in deeply. He traveled up her jaw. His lips nearly grazed hers.

  In time to the music, he rolled his hips, causing the bulge in his pants to stroke over her panties. Mia’s lips parted as her pussy clenched.

  He jumped off of her and made a show of stripping out of his white pants for the audience. They went wild. Underneath he wore a red thong. His dick filled the front quite nicely.

  The dancer straddled her hips. He clutched her hands and brought them up to his chest. Slowly, he guided her hands down his chest and abs. When they reached his thong, she had a feeling he’d normally do something different. But this time, he let her fingers stray. A little gasp burst from his throat and she felt him start to harden. He quickly leaned forward to hide his situation.

  “You’re gonna make me hard in front of all these women.”

  “It’s not my fault you let me touch.”

  He stayed close to her body while he tried to calm himself. He ran a hand down her center from neck to stomach. He gradually slid down her body until his face was between her legs. His face was partially hidden from the audience by her thick thigh. He gripped her thighs, spread them wide, and dipped his head up and down, taunting the audience with thoughts of what he could be doing to her. Little did they know that every time his head bobbed down; he’d flick his tongue out to pass over the lace of her panties.

  Mia didn’t want him to get in trouble so she controlled her reaction. In reality, she wanted to grab his head, push his mouth down against her, and fuck his handsome face.