Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(46)

"Maybe self control is something you need to work on. Remember puking in the bushes?"

"I will never forget that moment as long as I live."

"You looked like a dolphin diving in there. With puke coming out, obviously."

"It wasn't my finest moment."

I leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself, the sun reflecting off the  suntan lotion I had spread all over. The pool moved in slow lapping  circles from the light breeze as Lydie and I sat in reclining chairs  along its edge. After that awkward as hell lunch, I had decided I needed  a little buffer from the family, and Lydie had been more than delighted  to come over.

Of course, she had her own motives. She wanted to meet my new  stepbrother, which both annoyed me and made me laugh. She had no clue  what she was getting herself into. Nate wasn't like the guys she  normally messed around with. She was used to being able to control those  guys and to get her way.

But I really doubted anyone could control Nate. It seemed like he did  pretty much whatever he wanted to do. He would definitely walk all over  Lydie and then some.

"Whatever happened with those guys you brought into the VIP, by the way?" I asked her.







"Ugh, they were creeps."

"What did they do?"

"The one guy, remember the tan one?" I nodded. "Well, he said he wanted  to put his dick in my butt. Like, totally out of nowhere, he just said  it."

"What?"

"Seriously, Claire. It was so disgusting. He leaned into me right after  we took a shot and whispered in my ear, ‘Girl, your ass is so fat I want  to stick my dick in it.' I started puking right there."

I burst out laughing. It was the most absurd thing I had ever heard in my entire life.

"Did he think that was going to work?" I managed to ask through laughter.

"I have no fucking clue. He was so gross. I'm actually almost glad I started throwing up. Made it clear how I felt about him."

"Got you away from them, too."

"Totally. The second I told them I felt sick, they dumped me in the  bathroom and ran out of there. Vomit is basically dickhead repellent."

"Assholes."

"Don't even say that word."

I rolled over, laughing again. I looked up toward the ocean, and suddenly the laughter died in my chest.

"I'm so sick of guys like that," Lydie was saying, but I hardly heard  her. I was too busy staring at Nate walking up the path toward the  house, his shirt wrapped around his head like a turban, his chest  glistening with sweat.

"Hello? Claire? I'm busy bitching about the finer points of the male animal's psyche and you look like you just saw a ghost."

"Oh, uh, sorry."

"What are you . . ." Lydie started to say, but trailed off when she noticed Nate. "Oh damn. Hot fucking damn."

Lydie dipped her sunglasses down, her mouth gaping.

"That's my stepbrother," I said sheepishly.

"He's way hotter than I remembered."

I had to admit that I agreed. He was an incredible specimen, to be  totally honest with myself. The way he moved was smooth and serious, and  his body was cut like steel. Every inch of him was sculpted and tough,  and the tattoos that snaked up around his body were sexy and dangerous.  He stopped a few feet away from us, grinning.

"Well, is this who I think it is?" he asked me.

"Nathan, this is my friend Lydie."

He reached his hand out and she shook it. "I remember you," he said to her.

"I remember you, too," she answered, not even pretending like she wasn't ogling him.

"What were you doing?" I asked him before Lydie started drooling.

"Went for a run."

"In your jeans?"

"You can run in just about anything, it turns out."

"Thanks. But isn't it hard?"

"Not yet, but you girls are about to make it hard."

Lydie giggled at his dumb joke and I rolled my eyes.

"By the way," I said, "my dad wants me to take you out on our boat."

"Just the two of us?"

"No," I said, looking at Lydie. "You're coming, right, Lydie?"

"Oh, uh, sure. Yeah, I'm totally coming."

"Not to be rude, but do we really have to do this shit?"

"What do you mean?"

He sat down at the end of my chair, sighing. "I'm not the fond-family  type, you know? I don't really do afternoons on the fucking yacht."

I made a face. What an arrogant asshole. "You can do whatever you want, but I won't lie to my dad for you."

"Can't lie to daddy, or just feel like fucking with me?"

"A little bit of both."

"Harsh." He grinned at me. "Okay then, I guess I have no other choice."

"Great. Tomorrow?"

"Cool. How about you, Lydie?"

She smiled stupidly. "Tomorrow. Sure. I'd love to get with you tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Go you with, I mean," she said quickly. "Go with you tomorrow."

"Great. Sounds like a little threesome."

I rolled my eyes at him. He stood up and stretched, and I could have  sworn he gave me a little wink. Lydie, meanwhile, was practically  fingering herself.

"See you girls later."

"Bye, prick," I mumbled.

"Bye, Nate," Lydie chirped.

He turned and walked away. I stared at the muscles in his back, shocked that there could even be so many.

"Get yourself together, Lydie," I said to her after a minute.

"Did I just get in the pool? Because I'm soaking wet."

"Gross. He's a total asshole."

"Are you kidding? He seems amazing."

"You don't know him."

"Maybe." She looked at me seriously. "Can I go for him?"







I blinked at her, surprised. I shouldn't have been, but part of me was  assuming she wouldn't go any further than making stupid jokes and  comments. Then again, she didn't know what had happened between him and  me, and as far as she knew we were just stepsiblings. He was technically  fair game for her.

And yet why was I so annoyed? I didn't want Lydie anywhere near him. She  was my best friend, but she had always been the popular one. She had  blond hair, big boobs, a nice body, and a bubbly, out-going personality.  She was basically the opposite of me, except for maybe the boobs. The  thought of her with Nate made me somewhat angry, although I shouldn't  have been.

"Sure, whatever," I said, looking away. "He's just my stepbrother."

"Are you positive? Seriously, Claire, I won't do anything if you don't want me to."

What was I supposed to say? Sorry, Lydie, I want to suck my  stepbrother's cock so bad it makes my pussy practically burn with  desire. That would be stupid. If I told her not to, I'd look lame and  petty.

"Go ahead. Do you."

"Thanks, girl." She turned over, laying facedown.

I turned myself over, too, annoyed. I pulled out my phone and began to  scroll through Facebook, trying to ignore my own feelings. Meanwhile,  Lydie seemed to fall asleep. More likely she was having a wet dream  about Nate pulling his Navy SEAL magic on her overused pussy.

I stopped myself mid-thought. I shouldn't be unfair to her. She had  always been a good friend. It wasn't her fault that I was too much of a  chicken to tell her the truth. I needed to get over my own insecurities  and move on.

Besides, maybe it was better this way. If Lydie kept Nate entertained,  he'd stop messing with me. Really, it was a win-win for everyone. Nate  got the sex he so obviously craved, Lydie got the hot Nate body she so  clearly was obsessing over, and I didn't have to worry that my drop-dead  gorgeous stepbrother was going to try to get me off again.

Tomorrow was going to be okay. We'd get through it and make it work somehow.

I sighed, relaxing, letting the bright sun warm me to sleep.





NATHAN

Jonathan gestured at a boat with the words "Sea Fairy" in red on the side.

"There she is," he said proudly.

"Sea Fairy?" I asked him.

"My second wife picked the name," he grumbled. "Felt wrong to change it."

"Sure. Of course."

I would never own a boat with a name like that, I thought to myself,  trying to keep from laughing. I'd rather sink the damn thing.

It was around ten in the morning and the girls weren't ready yet. The  marina was walking distance from the house, and so Jonathan had insisted  on bringing me down early to show me the boat.

As if I'd never been on a boat before. I could pilot his piece of shit  yacht through a hurricane if I had to. Sailing it around the bay was  something I could do blackout drunk and blind. But Jonathan clearly  cared a lot about his Sea Fairy, and I didn't feel like pushing the  point. He probably wanted to impress me, but it was really just a giant,  glorified party boat with a slightly bigger engine and a much nicer  décor.

"She's one of the biggest here," he was saying as we climbed aboard.  "Fully stocked, so don't worry about that. Take whatever you guys want."  He motioned toward the aft. "Bar over there, if you feel the need." He  winked, and I almost wanted to punch him.

My new stepfather walked me through the whole length of the thing,  showing me every opulent feature and trying to impress me with his  knowledge of sailing terms. I put up with it because I figured it would  be easier than the alternative. Plus, if I wanted to keep staying in  luxury while teasing my fucking sexy stepsister, I needed to play nice.  As much as it annoyed me.