26. Nick #2
“Mostly. But unfortunately, the monarchy’s reputation took a hit.
People wondered what we were doing driving around in the middle of the night.
Obviously, we must have been up to no good.
Why else would we be on the road without security after midnight?
People blamed Alex for being careless and injuring me and for taking chances by driving too fast in the rain.
They questioned his judgment and speculated that he was rash and impulsive.
Naysayers also began to question if the king and queen were good parents.
Were they raising wild, uncontrollable hellions?
How did we sneak out without them knowing?
” I shake my head slowly. "None of us came out of the situation unscathed.”
“But that was over a decade ago. Surely, everyone dismissed it as teenage shenanigans and has forgotten about it by now.”
I shake my head. “About a year after the wreck, a disgruntled police officer came forward with his side of the story. He claimed that the interior of the car reeked of alcohol. He didn’t explicitly state that Alex had been drinking and driving, but he said enough for people to put together the clues.
Journalists began theorizing that Alex had been driving while intoxicated and the Crown covered it up, which led to rampant speculation that Alex might have a secret drinking problem.
All the earlier accusations of Alex being reckless, immature, and displaying risk-taking behaviors started back up again.
" I huff out a lengthy sigh as I grapple with self-loathing.
"To this day, whenever there's negative press about Alex, someone will reference the wreck. Alex is almost thirty and he’s never consumed alcohol in public because of the potential backlash.
The only thing Alex is guilty of is having a shitty little brother who allowed his loyal older brother to take the fall for his mistake. "
"Have you thought about telling the media the truth? Setting the record straight might alleviate your guilt. "
"I've brought up the idea many times, but it always gets shot down. According to the communications team, it's better not to dig up the grave. Our family follows the outdated public relations mantra of never complain, never explain ."
Willa's fingernails scrape the nape of my neck, and we sit in a companionable silence for a few minutes before she asks me another, less serious, question. I'm grateful for the change of subject.
“Where’s Bruno? Is he here with you?”
“I’m surprised it took you three days to ask about him," I chuckle. "He’s not here, and Bruno isn’t a pet.
He’s a sentry dog for the Royal Guard. He accompanied Johann and me to America as part of his duties.
Bruno is trained to alert when he senses a threat and attack, if necessary, to protect his asset. ”
“And you’re his,” she smirks, “asset?”
“I am.”
“But Bruno let me get close to you.”
“He did, yes. He didn't view you as a threat.” I tilt my head with a grin. “But he’s currently attending some remedial training classes, so that doesn't happen again.”
“And Johann?”
I quirk a brow, unsure what Willa is asking.
“Johann isn’t just your travel buddy, is he?”
“Ah.” I shake my head. “He’s grown to become a friend, but for the past many years, he’s been my bodyguard. Since he traveled with me for weeks on end as my bodyguard, he was due some actual vacation time. He’s taking a few weeks off, but he’ll be back to work as my sidekick soon.”
“I like this,” she sighs.
“This?”
“Getting to know you, the real you. I enjoyed getting to know the Nick I met in America, but…I like getting to know Prince Nicholai too.”
“I’m glad.” Tugging her down to lie with me, she places her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her curvy, hourglass body, resting my hand on her hip. "Perhaps we can slip away for the morning tomorrow. Just the two of us."
"What would we do?"
"We could go sailing," I suggest.
"Sailing?"
"Yes, sailing," I glance down at Willa to gauge her reaction to my suggestion. She beams up at me, so I add, "Remember how much fun we had the last time we were on a boat together? I'll ask the chef to make a picnic lunch—”
“No chicken salad sandwiches, please.”
I smile. “Noted. You showed me your sea. I'd love to show you mine."
"Instead of showing me your sea, why don't you show me your D?" she jokes with a naughty smile playing on her lips.
"For someone who is insistent upon taking things slowly, you sure enjoy riling me up.
" Pouncing on her, I straddle Willa's body, and she inhales a stunned breath as I lower my face.
With the tip of my nose, I trace up from her decolletage to her neck.
Sucking on the skin below her ear, her pulse jumps under my lips.
Impatiently, her fingers glide through my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. Her tongue teases me, gliding lightly over my mouth before she gently bites my bottom lip.
"I'm rethinking the slow thing," she remarks, her mouth moving against mine as she whispers .
My cock swells. Rolling off her, I growl, "Get on your knees and hold onto the headboard."
I'm swamped with surprise and desire when she does so without question.
Crawling up behind her, I draw the bottom hem of her negligee up her back, exposing her heart-shaped ass.
"Lift your arms," I command. After discarding her nightgown, I lightly caress the length of her spine as goosebumps prickle her skin.
Hooking my thumbs under the straps of her thong, I slide it down her legs, kissing the path her knickers take.
When I have them off, I weave them through the headboard and tighten them around her wrists, binding her to the bed.
Her eyes flare when she tugs and realizes that she can't remove her hands.
"Is that alright, my darling?"
"Green." Willa licks her lips and nods. "As green as a golf course in the spring after a morning rain."
Placing open-mouth kisses on her butt cheeks and thighs, she pushes back against me, mewling softly. A quick swipe of my fingers through her slit confirms she’s already dripping. When I circle her clit, she shudders. I drop onto my back and scoot my face directly under her glistening sex.
Willa gasps, "What are you doing?"
"You're going to sit on my face, my darling, and I'm going to eat my dessert.
" Wrapping my arms around her creamy thighs, I press down, lowering her so she’s hovering just above my mouth.
She's stiff at first, but as my tongue dips inside her smooth, tight channel, she begins to loosen and relax.
Alternating between fucking her with my tongue and licking her clit, eventually Willa begins to ride my face in earnest as her moans and cries sound like a symphony to my ears. Her movements grow jerky on my face.
"My good girl," I growl, my words vibrating against her sex.
With my lips, I suck her clit into my mouth, lapping at it furiously with my tongue. Her whole body stiffens before she shakes, calling out my name over and over. Nothing has ever sounded so beautiful as the sounds Willa makes when she comes for me.
Sliding out from under her, I sheath my cock with a condom and kneel behind her, my dick nudging her ass. My eyes snap shut as the bulbous head of my dick breaches her wet entrance, sucking me into her.
Thrusting lazily, I pump into her slowly, nudging her soft walls, hitting places that make her moan and tighten around me.
My hands grip her hips tightly. I love watching my dick disappear inside her, as her ass and thighs jiggle with each of my thrusts.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
She turns her face to the side and moans my name.
Leaning over her, molding my chest to her back, I kiss her desperately, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I drive my dick inside her, each motion more forceful than the last. Willa's cries intensify as her upper body sinks towards the mattress.
Willa's grip on the headboard loosens until her hands dangle, now only bound to the bed by her panties.
Her wrists may bruise, but instead of warning her, I stay silent, thrilled at the idea of her wearing my mark.
Sweat coats our bodies as our sounds become more animalistic and our movements more frenzied.
The tingling starts at the base of spine and works its way through my body.
My finesse slipping away, I hammer into her, and my fingers coast down to her clit.
I circle and tweak it as I pump in and out, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter around me until we both shatter.
I come chanting her name as if it is a benediction.