I breathe out loudly, collapsing on top of the mattress as he stops moving and slides out of me carefully. If sex was this good when I was having it, then I’d be having it so much more frequently. I’d be doing nothing but having sex. Screw studying or anything else.
“It… was perfect,” I say, my eyes still closed. I have him by my side, his mouth against my ear.
30
Ian
I wake up and see that there's a light rain outside.
I look over.
Fucking hell.
There's a naked angel sleeping next to me in my bed. Fuck. Everything I did this morning comes rolling back.
She practically begged me to fuck her. I gave her so many chances to back off, but she still kept on coming. There's only so much I can fucking take, mate. If the girl's rubbing up on me, looking at me with those fucking cute doe-like eyes of hers, and she's tell me to fucking do her, and she keeps doing this over and over, eventually I'm going to fucking break.
I mean, I'm only human right. I may be built like a fucking God, but I'm still a fucking mortal.
Don't you fucking look at me like that, you hear me? I don't want to hear about any more of your shit. I swear to fucking God that if you so much as say anything about the fact that she's my sister when you know full well that she's not related to me at all and is only my fucking stepsister through marriage, I will fucking cut you.
I'm glad we're on the same page then.
Alicia moans in her sleep and my heart fucking melts it’s so cute. She wriggles her ass against my body and my cock skyrockets - tenting the fucking sheet.
That's it. I need to fucking get out of bed.
I get up and put on a pair of boxer briefs. That's all I'm putting on. There's no one else in the goddamn house.
I look at the time. It's almost 1 pm. Maybe I should order some lunch.
I turn around and look at Alicia.
Maybe I should make some waffles. That's right, I'll make some fucking waffles.
I head downstairs after I freshen up a bit and
I remember back in the day, when we were all in the Palace before I went off to the Academy and Alicia went to University in the States, we used to have Sundays as a family. The King barely did any official business on Sundays. He believed that one day a week should be devoted to rest and relaxation. Oh, I mean he made exceptions if there were important state visits and all, but he always took time if possible to leave Sundays open. He even flew back early if he were travelling.
Those Sundays continued after my Mom died. It was just me and him. I'd wake up in the mornings and he'd actually be making waffles in the residence of the Palace. There was the King of 5 million people, making waffles for his little boy. I grew up with those waffles and when I started getting older, he taught me how to make the perfect waffle from scratch. Not too soft, but not too crunchy. With just the right amount of seasoning, to be sweet but not too sweet.
When Alicia and her Mom joined, after Dad got remarried, Sunday kind of became a day that we became a family. If it weren't for those Sundays, we wouldn't have been that close as a family unit. In fact, it was probably because of those Sundays that we didn't turn out to be some fucking despicable royal brats who were too spoiled for their own good.
Well, Alicia didn't anyways.
I remember those Sundays. I would make the waffles for everyone. Vanessa loved them and Dad always said that I made them better than him. But it was Alicia that absolutely adored the waffles. They were her favorite. Even as we grew older, and she and I grew kind of apart, every Sunday, regardless of whether she was being a bitch to me or I was going mental, I put everything away, and made some waffles. We'd either watch a movie, go outside, or play board games after that. Very family oriented.
Not what you'd expect from the royal family of one of the wealthiest monarchies in Europe, eh? Or what you'd expect from Prince Player, I'll wager.
I know what you're thinking. You don't have to say it. It's all different now, isn't it? Ol' Ian Carrington has gone off and fucked it all up with his shit 11-inch cock that wouldn't be quiet. I'll be lucky if Alicia even stays in the house after this morning. Fuck me.
What is it about that bird that drives me absolutely fucking mental, yeah?
She's cute. I'll give her that. The way her eyes look at you when she's looking up at me. Her fucking hair is gorgeous. The way she scrunches her nose. The fact that she's all smart and well-read. Seriously, mate, do you know how refreshing it is talking to a girl that knows what the fuck she's talking about. That can hold a conversation with you and isn't just looking to fuck? Well, looking to fuck is good too, but let's be real. A girl with Alicia's intellect is a rare thing indeed.
I know what I sound like and it's not true. She's my stepsister. I understand that. She's nothing more than that to me.
I was just...I was just talking about the good things about her. That's all.
Give me a fucking break, mate. You know me, right? I coined the phrase, 'one and done'. Find a bird for one night. Make sure she knows it’s only going to be one night. Bang the motherfucking shit out of her. Treat her like the like the princess she is. Say goodbye. Go on your merry way. Maybe get back together sometime in the future, but don't get attached. If they're especially good in the bedroom, give them a few extra days. I don't know, maybe like a week. But nothing over a week. Never.
Alicia? She's extra good in the bedroom. If I could, I would keep her over a week. I mean, we already did it once right? What's the harm in doing it again? It's just the two of us in this giant mansion overlooking the fucking ocean. We're here in the Hamptons. Might as well enjoy it while we can.
I know I enjoyed it. I've had plenty of sex before, as you well know by now. And that was by far the most invested I've ever been this morning in being with a woman.
What the fuck is it with her?
Yeah, I'm asking you. Why? Because I sure as fuck have no idea.
Just then I hear stirring upstairs. Someone is walking around. I hear the door to the bathroom open and close. That's got to be Alicia moving around. She's awake.
Why am I excited? Why the fuck is my heart skipping a beat.
I try to focus and concentrate on the waffles instead. I get the whipped cream from the fridge.
I think I'm going to sit down and tell Alicia everything. Fuck me, I think I've probably gone off the fucking reservation here, but this morning was too amazing for me to fuck around with it. I need to be honest with her about what the fuck is going through my head.
There's only one small problem.
I've never done something like this before.
What? I'm not fucking afraid. Fuck you. I've bagged countless sluts in my lifetime. I've had enough sex for ten fucking men. I am the Prince of St. Chaviel. Next in line to be the goddamn King, for Christ's sake. There is nothing and no man that I fear. You see the way I took down that bastard pansy ex-boyfriend of hers and those goons that he had with him? I ran one of them over with my fucking motorcycle.
I hear Alicia coming down the stairs.
My mouth has gone dry. All of a sudden, my hands are a bit clammy.
Relax, bro. I'm thinking too much here. The best advice I can give myself is to not overthink. She'll come down, and I'll tell her...what?
That fucking her was amazing and I want to do it again. I don't care if she's my stepsister, but I think she's fucking gorgeous and I want to fucking be with her. Fuck whatever everybody else says.
Maybe I should fucking say all this to her without saying the word 'fuck' so many times.
Whatever. I've never cared for what I say. I just say it, and let the chips fall where they may.
Besides, I look down and the waffles are ready.
Alicia walks into the kitchen. I turn around. She's wearing my t-shirt and a pair of my boxers. I've never let a girl wear my clothes. They get way to fucking clingy. But on her, it looks so goddamn cute. She looks at me and smiles with her wide doe-like eyes.
Fuc
k me.
"Waffles?" she asks, excited.
"Yeah," I say. "I got hungry."
"I love your waffles!" she says as she claps her hands together.
"Great, love, it’s a good thing I made some for you too then," I say and smirk at the same time. She scrunches her nose at my comment and rolls her eyes.
Whatever. I'm not going to stop teasing her. It's too much fun to give up.
"This is great. Great sex and yummy waffles!" she says as she grabs the bottle of milk and heads to the breakfast table. "Is this the first perk of you being my stepbrother with benefits?"
I pause.
What. The. Fuck.
Did she just say what I think she said?
Afterword
So this is the first of a multi-part series, and I hope you like it!
Next episode, we lay the groundwork for both Ian and Alicia and we get to see the two of them with some more…”alone time.”
We’re also going to introduce one of the redeemable villains for the series! Boo!
But we’ll also see Ian and Alicia start to form the bonds that will keep them together. Yay!
Look for: No Strings Attached: My Royal Stepbrother…With Benefits 2
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