Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(49)

Maybe that was naïve. Admittedly, I'd grown up a lot since then. I  didn't think losing my virginity was going to be some earth-shattering  experience, or really any huge deal at all, but still. I wanted at least  a decent guy for my first time.

I sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes and letting the slight rocking  of the boat relax me. I tried not to think about what was going on  between Lydie and Nate, but I couldn't help myself. They were drinking  and laughing, and I knew Lydie would practically grab his dick and never  let it go until he fucked her if she got the chance.

I held out for an hour. For an entire hour, I left them alone and stewed  in my own anger. I was pretty proud of that, because I really wanted to  spy on them from the beginning.

But after that hour, I couldn't take it anymore. I kept picturing  Lydie's fake laugh and the way she put her hand on a guy's arm. I  couldn't imagine Nate would fall for that crap, but then again they were  drinking and Lydie was practically offering to suck him off right then  and there. I slowly got up and crept over toward where they were hanging  out. I peeked over the edge.

They were still sitting in the same spot, and Lydie was laughing. She  took a shot and Nate said something that got lost in the heavy wind.







"No way," Lydie said. "I want to show you something."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Come on." She stood up a little unsteadily and took his hand. He stood up, a strange look on his face.

And then she led him down below deck.

I felt unreasonably angry as I stormed back over to my spot. But what  could I do about any of it? I couldn't run down there and stop it,  because that'd be crazy, and I didn't want to be Nate's crazy,  cockblocking stepsister. But I also didn't want him to catch whatever  herpes Lydie definitely had.

And I also wanted him all to myself. Which was crazy, because I  definitely was never going to sleep with that macho asshole. Still, the  idea of Lydie down there, wrapping her gross lips around his cock, made  me pissed.

I stood up suddenly and walked fast down to the main deck. I made my way  over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila, pouring myself a shot.

I wasn't much of a drinker, but maybe it would help. I tossed it back.

"Tough day?"

I looked up, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Nate shrugged, coming up from below deck. "Your friend was wasted so I put her to bed."

"Put her to bed?" I repeated stupidly.

"Yeah, as in I tossed her onto one of the beds and told her to sleep it  the fuck off. She tried to pull my shorts off, but I told her I'd rather  fuck a dead whale. I think she puked after that."

I stared at him for half a second and then broke out laughing. That was  pretty much the most incredible image I could possibly think up. Relief  washed over me in a huge wave, and I suddenly felt bad for feeling like a  total psycho.

"That can't be true."

"Total truth, princess." He walked over and took the tequila bottle from me. "Drowning your sorrows?"

"I don't have any sorrows."

"You looked pretty pissed when she blabbed about your little secret."

I clenched my jaw. "So we're talking about this?"

He looked at me for a second and then grinned. "Have you ever been fishing?"

"Fishing? How did we get from my virginity to fishing?"

"Come here." He took a swig right from the bottle and then walked over  toward the back of the ship. I followed, curious. "Sit," he said,  pointing at a chair overlooking the ocean.

"I'm not a dog," I muttered as I sat down.

He disappeared for a minute or two before reappearing with two large fishing rods and a tackle box.

"Are you serious?" I asked him.

"Used to do this in the Navy," he said. "Spent some time on a destroyer,  this enormous fucking boat. We'd fish off the back for hours. Granted,  the people I fished with were way uglier than you, but it was still  fun."

"Uh, thanks, I guess."

He went to work setting up the rods. When he finished, he handed me mine. "Know how to cast it?"

"Not really."

He stood behind me and put his hands over mine. "Here, I'll show you."

He proceeded to move my hands and arms, showing me how to set and cast  the rod. It was such a cliché from a bad romantic comedy, but I had to  admit that I loved his warm, hard body pressed against mine. I felt my  wetness return in spades, and that only made things way more confusing.

I cast my rod out and he moved away, giving me space to breathe again.  He sat down next to me in the other chair and cast his own rod.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now, we sit here and not catch any fish."

"Why is this fun again?"

"Usually, me and the guys would make fucking bad jokes until we got  yelled at by our commanding officer." He picked up the tequila bottle.  "Instead, we have tequila."

I laughed as he took another sip from the bottle and handed it over to  me. I took my own little sip, enjoying the warm bite of the alcohol.

"Do you spend a lot of time on boats?" I asked him.

"Surprisingly little, considering I'm in the Navy."

"What's it like? Being in the military, I mean."

He was quiet for a few minutes, looking out over the ocean. "Tough question to answer," he said finally.

"You don't have to."

"It's good. I like fighting for my country. I like fucking fighting,  period, actually. But there's a lot of boring shit, a lot of  uncertainty. Tough to put down roots and all that crap."

"I can imagine. You're basically on call, right?"

"Not right now. I'll be called back up eventually, but I have some time off."

"Why?"

"Got shot on my last mission."







I took a sharp breath. "Shit, sorry."

"It's okay. Part of the gig. I'm fine now."

We were silent again for a few minutes, just us and the boat bobbing up and down.

"Sorry about Lydie," I said finally.

"Why are you sorry?"

"She can be obnoxious."

"Like when she told me you're a virgin."

I turned red. "Yeah, like that."

"Surprised me."

"Why?"

"Because of the way I got you off behind that club. Didn't seem like a virgin."

"Yeah, well, that was a one-time thing." I crossed my legs, hoping he  couldn't somehow sense how wet I was already at the mere mention of what  had happened.

"Was it? Shame. You may be a virgin, but I'm pretty sure you'd be a freak in bed."

"I'm not a freak!"

"You definitely are," he said, teasing. "The way you rubbed that wet  little pussy up against me? The way you moaned for it? You're a freak,  Claire, pure and simple. I know a freak when I see one."

I felt my blush grow deeper as another thrill ran up my legs, my pussy  growing soaking wet all over again. I was glad I was wearing a bathing  suit underneath my clothes at least.

"You barely know me," I said.

"That's true."

"So you don't know what I'm really like."

"I do know. I'm a good judge of people, believe it or not."

"You seem to get along well with Lydie," I said pointedly.

"She's harmless. And a little stupid. But you should reconsider telling her secrets in the future."

"She wants to fuck you, you know," I said quickly, not really knowing why.

"No shit."

"No, I mean, since she first saw you."

"Not interested," he said, like that was the end of the conversation.

I sighed and looked away, not wanting to press. I felt crazy for even  bringing it up in the first place. I was acting like some dumb jealous  teenager when really I had no interest in pursuing him at all.

We were quiet like that for a few minutes, enjoying the slight motion of  the boat. Nate took a long drink from the tequila but otherwise kept  his eyes glued out on the bay. I kept stealing little glances at him,  wondering what was going on behind those strange, mysterious eyes of  his, but I didn't feel like being a pushy weirdo.

"Your dad do this a lot?" he said suddenly.

"Do what?"

"Get married."

I laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess he does."

"My mom too."

"Does that bother you?"

He snorted. "Couldn't give less of a shit. Usually makes my life harder  for about a month until she moves on to something else, though."

"Yeah. My dad does the same thing. Wants us to be a new family, goes  overboard pushing for it, then is all depressed when it doesn't work  out."

He grinned at me. "I'd love for us to be family."

"I'm sure that's what you want."

"I do. It'd make fucking you all that much sweeter."

I made a face. "That's a little gross."

"Gross? The fact that it's forbidden makes it that much fucking hotter."

He had a point there, but I wasn't about to tell him that. "Yeah, well, it's forbidden for a reason."

"Yeah. Because you're a virgin."

"No, because we're related now."

"Doesn't matter to me. Life's too short to get hung up on that bullshit."