The Queen of England

Chapter 16 Plans

I wake up to the sound of someone banging on the door. It seems that this happens all the time around here.

Cody groans beside me and pulls me into his arms and hold me against his chest.

Eventually the banging stops and I fall back asleep.

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Britt falls asleep in my arms and I moan again. I knew that knocking. When Lucian and I were kids, we would have little codes to communicate with. One of them was knocking. This morning, his message to me was "I'm sorry" and "meet me in the garden".

I don't want to, but it feels so wrong to betray the only happy tradition we have as brothers. So, careful not to wake my soon to be bride, I slip out of bed and pull on some clothes before exiting the room.

I find Lucian in the back garden and he looks shocked.

"Didn't think you would come." He says.

"Don't make me regret it." I say.

He nods. "Listen, Cody. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told the world about you and Brittany. And I shouldn't have said those things about her at dinner that night. And I sure as hell shouldn't have lured you into a fight." He says.

"No, you shouldn't have." I say.

"Point is, Cody, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He tells me.

"I should hope not." I say.

He nods. "The other reason I called for you is this: when do you two plan to actually marry?" he asks.

"We haven't decided yet. Lucian, I've only known the girl for a month." I say.

"Cody, I hate to push you, but mum doesn't have a lot of time left. Don't you want her to be there when you two get married? And besides, she needs to be Princess of England before she can be Queen. Which means she has to marry you before you become King." He says.

He has a point. Well, two actually.

"When do you propose I start planning, then?" I ask.

"Talk to Brittany about it. Mostly women adore planning these things. And now Brittany has all the money she can ask for. She can have a great big wedding." Lucian says.

"I dont think Brittany's quite like that." I say, smiling as I think of her laying naked in my bed. God, last light was amazing...

"Man, you are so whipped." Lucian teases.

I roll my eyes and flip him off.

Lucian laughs. "The point is, Cody, you need to talk to Brittany before you tell mum your plans. Just make sure the wedding is within two months. Okay?" he asks.

"Okay." I say.

He leaves and I decide to go and wake up Brittany. The sooner I do this, the better.

I open my bedroom door and step inside. She is curled up in a ball, her arms wrapped around my pillow tightly. She does that to me too. I suppose my pillow is my replacement.

"Britt?" I ask. I sit down on the bed next to her.

She stirs and reaches for me. I take her hand in one of mine and touch her cheek with my other.

"Wake up Brittany. I have to talk to you." I say.

She moans and sits up only to lay her head in my lap. "Five minutes Cody." She mumbles.

I chuckle and kiss her gently. "We've gotta talk baby." I say.

She moans. Then her green eyes look into my brown ones. "What about?" she asks.

I chuckle again. She looks so beautiful without any clothes. Her cheeks aren't red yet, which means that she hasn't realized she's naked in my lap.

As if reading my mind, her cheeks flush and she shifts uncomfortably. Then she's trying to cover up.

"No you don't." I say, pulling her bare body into my chest.

"Cody," she whines. She continues to squirm.

"Keep it up, Brittany. I'm gonna have to fuck you if your sexy ass keeps on squirming in my lap." I say.

She whimpers, and it almost instantly makes me want to fuck her right there. But I don't have time for sex this morning.

"Alright. That's it." I say. I flip her over on her back and hover over her, kissing down her neck and over every inch of her body.

"Cody," she gasps.

I groan against her chest and kiss down her belly.

She moans and I have to force myself away.

"I can't. I really want to, but I can't. Ugh." I say as I kiss her neck again.

"What-oh-what do you want to talk about." she asks, flinching as I nip the skin just under her jaw.

"We have to get married." I say.

"I know that." She says.

"Soon. So my mother can see it." I say.

"Okay. When?" she asks.

"That's what I need to talk to you about." I say. I peck her lips and hover over her body, watching her reaction.

"Well, i need to time to plan it." She says. Then I see the wheels begin to turn in her head.

"Oh god. I need to find a dress and talk about invitations and-should we do it here? or somewhere else? Oh god I also need to choose bridesmaids and you need groomsmen and-holy fuck I sound like my sister ahhhh!" she groans turning her face into the pillow.

I laugh and kiss her cheek. "You're much prettier." I say.

She narrows her eyes at me. "We look exactly the same." She says.

I chuckle. "Not exactly. See, when I think of Laila I think of her in that dreadful dress she wore in Denmark. But when I think of you..." I trail off smirking.

"Perv." she laughs, swatting my arm.

"Says the naked woman underneath me." I reply.

"Asshole!" she yells, laughing as she gets to her feet.

I laugh hard and watch as she pulls her underwear on and then slides some sweatpants up her legs.

"Wear mine." I say when she reaches for her shirt.

Blushing, Britt picks up the shirt I discarded last night and pulls it over her head.

"Mmm," I hum.

"Shut up!" she yells.

I laugh hard as I stand and go out of the door.

"See you at breakfast, love." I call.