PRINCE CHARMING: A Secret Baby Stepbrother Romance

by Mia Carson

  She lifted his head and pulled him close to kiss him. He broke away for only a moment to whisper in her ear, “Come with me, Olivia,” before they tumbled over the edge.

  Olivia cried out as he let himself go deep inside her with one final thrust, driving her back against the pillows. He took the rest of her cries in his mouth, kissing her fiercely as their bodies shook together.

  When it was over, he slid down her body, slicked with sweat, kissing every inch he could before he reached the end and rolled over onto his back.

  “Damn,” she whispered and laughed. “That was insane.”

  “And that was just a quickie,” he mused before he looked around for something to quickly clean themselves with. A stack of packaged cleaning cloths was nearby, and he reached for it, popped it open, and pulled one out. He turned back over and gently wiped her, grinning as that simple touch made her gasp again.

  “Give it here before I make another mess,” she said and took it, standing as she did. “What did you do with my underwear?”

  “That is not underwear,” he said as he grabbed another cloth and cleaned himself, too. “That is a scrap of lace.”

  “And you’re complaining about it?” The garment hung from her finger, and her breasts were still exposed. She wore a look of sheer pleasure in her eyes.

  “God, no, you should wear them all the time.” Quincy zipped his pants and helped her straighten her dress. “We need to get back before they come looking for us.”

  “How do I look? Fine, right?”

  “You look like you just had a really good roll in the sack,” he said and tucked her hair behind her ears. “There, that’s better.”

  She smacked his arm, and they hurried back out of the store room and tried to make it look like they’d only taken a casual walk inside. They barely stepped out the doors when the bodyguards converged on them, and Theo demanded to know where they went.

  “It’s alright. We needed to find a restroom is all… Bit of an emergency,” he whispered and glanced at Olivia.

  To her credit, she winced and apologized. “We may need to stop at the palace before our luncheon. I’m so sorry.”

  Theo cleared his throat and shifted as he turned to the others and told them they were leaving. Quincy laughed at the look of annoyance on Olivia’s face at his excuse for their disappearance, but when did any man argue with a woman when it came to feminine problems? The walk to the Jeep was brisk, and he saw the longing in Olivia’s eyes as they drove away.

  “You can still come here, you know,” he told her over the wind rushing past them. “Marie would love to have you at her university.”

  “Something to think about.”

  “So you’re considering it?” he asked, trying not to sound too excited.

  “Maybe. I’ll have to see how the rest of the summer goes.”

  That was good enough for him. Quincy wanted her to stay on the isle, and if convincing her to attend the university was one way to do it, then he’d make sure he found a way for her to go there. The thought of her leaving at the end of summer made his hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

  “Quincy, are you alright?” she asked as she stared at his hands.

  “I’m fine, just thinking about something, that’s all.”

  “And what would that be?”

  Did he admit how he felt so soon or would it be too much? There was a connection between them, one he’d felt since the first day he watched her get off that plane. When he looked in her eyes, he saw it there, a spark of what they could have together if they had the chance. But the uncertainty was too much.

  “This lunch… My father is going to hound me about women again.”

  Olivia took one of his hands in hers and squeezed it before placing it on her bare thigh. “Just think of me the whole time and you’ll be fine.”

  “That won’t ever be a problem, I can promise you that.”

  Chapter 12

  Several days passed after Olivia’s visit to the university when she and Quincy had enjoyed a moment alone together. Never before had she experienced such a wanton need for something, and it was driving her insane. She’d taken to painting late into the night while he was locked away with his father in meetings with advisors and members of court for wedding preparations and what it would mean for him as the prince. She knew they were also discussing his decision for a wife.

  Olivia thought of Gigi with him, and the paintbrush in her hand snapped in half.

  “Damn it,” she muttered and tossed it aside, glaring at the canvas in front of her, the scene of Quin’s private cove. She’d barely added anything to it. She was too agitated to do much except waste paint by letting it dry out.

  A clock chimed one somewhere in the palace, and she groaned. Her bed called her, but she was in no mood to sleep yet. In the morning, she had another fitting for a ballgown and the final one for her bridesmaid dress. Her mother, at least, hadn’t asked about the missing ballgown still stashed in the hidden passageway on the other side of the palace. Eventually, she would go and get it, but there were more important things on her mind.

  “Like a drink. Maybe that will help.”

  She stood, stretched her arms over her head, and walked inside to the bottles of wine left for her by admirers. It was weird that she had admirers, but the wine was appreciated. Once she had picked a sweet red, she opened it and poured a large glass, hoping it would either settle her nerves or put her to sleep.

  The sweetness of the wine hit her tongue, and she was immediately reminded of Quincy. She’d tasted this one on him before, the first night they had sex on the beach. Her eyes closed, and she pictured his body, naked and muscled in the moonlight. A smile lit her lips as she thought of his hands massaging her sides and up to cup her breasts in his hands, the softness of his palms while they rubbed her nipples. Olivia shifted as she grew hot and wet just from thinking of him, what he’d done to her, and what she still wanted him to do. Her clothes felt too tight and made her sweaty, so she set down her wine glass and made sure her bedroom doors were locked. Olivia pulled her tank off over her head and let it fall to the floor, followed quickly by her yoga pants. In a red lace bra that pushed her boobs up and panties that were barely anything but a scrap of cloth, Olivia felt more comfortable.

  The wardrobe was open nearby and she stood in front of it, looking at every inch of her body, every inch that had been touched by Quincy. She took a large gulp of wine and let her fingers trail over the mounds of her breasts as his had, and she grew even hotter thinking of his lips on her nipples. The wine was gone a few minutes later, and she set the empty glass aside, running her hands up her sides. He had been right about making her forget about any other man. The only one she could think of now was Quincy.

  She had just let her hands trail a bit lower when she heard a thud. She opened her eyes, and Quincy stood a few feet behind her. His eyes were hooded with arousal, and his lips twitched in a wicked grin.

  “Starting without me?” he asked as he moved slowly towards her.

  “I didn’t know when we’d be able to see each other again,” she whispered and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. “I’m sorry. Did I do that?”

  He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and turned her back around to face the mirror. He pulled her against his body so she could feel his erection against her ass and shivered at the touch of it while his hands slid one bra strap down her shoulder and then the other. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. Olivia watched in the mirror as he kissed her bare shoulders, letting his lips linger with each caress before moving closer to her neck.

  As he nibbled, her head fell back on a sigh, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the mirror. It was fascinating to watch him stand behind her, his frame surrounding hers as he pulled her closer to him with one hand on her stomach.

  “Do you like watching us?” he whispered in her ear.

  The need between her legs grew, and she could only nod in answer, surp
rising herself. She was more turned on now than she’d ever been, seeing his hands move across her skin and knowing what she would see next. His eyes darkened with arousal, and she felt him twitch against her as his hand slid lower across her stomach, but he teased and moved it back up.

  He nuzzled her neck, and his warm breath tickled her ear again. “I want you to watch your eyes darken with pleasure as I touch you and hold you.” He nipped her earlobe as every nerve in her body buzzed with need. “I want you to let go for me.”

  Olivia had never felt so on fire before in her life, mesmerized by his words and touch. He found the clasp for her bra, and with one hand, undid the hooks and maneuvered her arms so it fell away, revealing her breasts to them both. Her breath was ragged as his hands went under her arms and reached up to hold them. A sound escaped her lips… She wasn’t sure what it was and in that moment, didn’t care. His fingers massaged her as his lips kissed her neck again. When she tried to turn to face him, he laughed and turned her around to face the mirror.

  “Not yet, you’ll ruin the fun.”

  “What exactly did you have in mind?” she whispered.

  “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”

  While his left hand teased and tugged at her nipple, his other made its way down to her panties and then lower still, slipping between her legs. He cursed when he found her wet and started to massage his palm against her. “What were you thinking about before I got here?”

  She met his eyes in the mirror and smiled. “You. I was thinking about you.”

  Quincy’s hands paused at her words, and his eyes darkened even more. They stayed like that for a long moment, staring into one another’s eyes in the mirror before he moved again, sliding down the back of her body to relieve her of her thong. She stepped out of it and barely had time to regain her balance before his hand was between her legs and his fingers found her clit. Experiencing his touch was one thing, but watching him touch her, caress her, massage her most intimate parts, made Olivia’s breath catch and her body crave it even more.

  She closed her eyes, but he stopped his kissing. “Keep your eyes open, Olivia.”

  It was hard, but she obeyed while the pleasure grew and his fingers continued their teasing at her nipples. Lower, a finger slipped inside of her just enough to make her gasp at the feel of him. She wanted more. She wanted him, needed him deep inside her, but he wasn’t going to let that happen, not yet. She could see it on his face. His palm rubbed her clit in hypnotic circles, pressing against the bundle of nerves in just the right way to make her knees buckle. With one arm wrapped securely around her, he kept her standing as his finger and hand worked faster. Olivia bit her lip, cursing as the sharp shoots of pleasure suddenly ripped over her body. In the mirror, she saw her eyes dilate as the orgasm took hold and her body shivered in his grasp.

  Watching herself come at his touch sent her over the edge until she let everything go and slumped, limp against him.

  “God, I missed you,” she whispered as she sucked in deep breaths. “I’ve wanted you every night.”

  “Now you have me,” he replied and kissed her cheek gently before turning her around to face him. “What do you want from me, Olivia? I’m yours tonight and every other night that I can manage to be in your bed.”

  The words were so formal, yet they made Olivia want to claim this man. All thoughts of right or wrong went out the window, of what they were going to be to one another by the end of the summer. None of it mattered anymore. She wanted to feel him, to be with him, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Olivia unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes on his the whole time, and felt his chest move quicker at her touch. She shoved the fabric over his muscled shoulders and traced her fingers along his abs and up to his chest before they tickled his nipples. She leaned forward and licked one, tasting the salt of his skin and reveling in the curses he uttered. She did that to him, and she was going to do so much more.

  Her hands moved lower while she continued to lick from one nipple to the other. She worked to undo his slacks and tugged them and his boxers down his body. No need to do one piece at a time. She was impatient to see him, all of him, in his fully erect glory.

  Not letting her lips leave his body, she guided him backwards to her bed until his knees hit it and he had no choice but to sit. He lifted her up and pulled them both onto the center of it, kissing her fiercely, but she wasn’t done. She pulled away and slithered down his body before scooting off to the side so her hands and mouth had access to him. After winking at him, she licked up the whole length of him, loving the way his body twitched at such a touch.

  “Woman, you’re trying to drive me insane,” he muttered.

  “That’s the plan.”

  He opened his mouth but groaned rather than spoke when she closed her mouth around him, taking as much of him as she could and sucking hard as she pulled back. Several words left his mouth, making her laugh, but she didn’t let up… until his hand snaked between her legs and his fingers slid smoothly back into her.

  “What are you doing? I already had one,” she gasped as shimmers of pleasure filled her again.

  His eyes glinted as he found that spot and rubbed against it. She gasped again, and he grinned even wider. “Who says you can’t have more than one?”

  She couldn’t argue with him, not while he was twisting her insides in such a spectacular way that she almost forgot what she’d been doing. Almost. As his fingers continued their twisting and turning within her, she closed her lips around him, licking and sucking, feeling him harden more. But what he was doing was too much. She moaned against him, her hips moving with his hand, and suddenly, she was beneath him.

  He’d rolled them both over, and as he looked deep into her eyes, he spread her legs with his knee and pressed himself against her, teasing her until she groaned in protest at the wait. The need was in his eyes, burning as hot as hers.

  Quincy rocked his hips forward a little more, sliding just the tip inside before pulling out again. It was enough to make her cry out because of her over-sensitized flesh. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he leaned down to kiss her. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, so did the rest of him into her warmth. He filled her, pressing himself in to the hilt, and Olivia gripped his arms as he rubbed against her clit, sending every nerve into overdrive.

  “God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear, and her whole body melted.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He kissed her fiercely, sucking her tongue as he moved within her, the ferocity of each thrust driving their bodies across the bed. Olivia let the experience fill her, her eyes closed as she tried to hold out for him. She knew it wouldn’t be long for him, and suddenly, she didn’t want to be on the bottom—she wanted to watch his face as she took him.

  Though she was smaller than him, she managed to pull herself away at the right time and rolled them both over again until she straddled him. He asked what she was doing, but she lowered herself over him and they gasped together at the sudden reentry. Olivia rocked her hips forward while she took his hands and smoothed them up her body until he held her breasts. She set the pace, moving faster and faster as he lifted his hips to meet her every time. Olivia’s eyes remained focused on his as her mouth fell open with a gasp and her hands braced her body against the headboard.

  Ecstasy overtook her body, and it wasn’t hers to control anymore. She rode him harder and faster until the moment his cry joined hers, grunting as he filled her and she took it all. Feeling his release increased hers, and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer, falling onto his chest.

  “Are you… alive?” she asked.

  “Nuh-uh.”

  “You sure?”

  Quincy wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close against his body as he kissed her forehead. “I’m sure. We should do that more often.”

  Olivia laughed as she nuzzled his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

  Any thought of the morning faded away as they talked quietl
y through the rest of the night, making love one more time before the sun came up and Quincy had to hurry back to his rooms. Olivia didn’t want him to leave, but the servants would start bustling around and Allete would be there to get her ready for the day’s events. If only those events included her and Quincy staying in bed all day long. That she could handle.

  Chapter 13

  Several weeks passed, and the royal wedding drew closer. They were a month out, but Quincy had stopped caring about anything that did not directly involve Olivia. Nearly every night, he snuck into her room for bouts of sex and wine. He enjoyed watching her paint inside her rooms, usually half naked. Her hands moved so gracefully across the canvas, he couldn’t help but watch her work.

  —Or interrupt her until they were both covered in paint in their rush to be close again.

  Their conversations were filled with laughter and light he never felt with any other woman before, but he had seen it in the way his father used to look at his mother. He knew their marriage had been arranged, but it seemed like destiny had brought them together, just as it brought Olivia to the isle.

  “Sir? You’re doing it again,” Pascal said, interrupting Quincy’s daydreaming.

  Last night, he and Olivia had tried several new positions and discovered she was quite flexible in bed. He couldn’t get the images out of his mind as pleasure had taken over her body and her eyes had widened in surprise at being able to feel so much.

  “Sir? Prince Quincy? Am I interrupting your dreaming with your dressing?”

  Quincy shook his head and laughed. “Sorry, Pascal. What is this ball for again?”

  “You should know more than I, sir. I’m just a servant.”

  “Ah, but any good royal knows the servants know everything.”

  Pascal raised a brow. “Like why there are women’s panties in your room, sir?”

  Quincy froze. The other night, Olivia had surprised him and climbed over to his balcony. He thought she’d taken everything with her. Apparently not. “I’m not allowed a little comfort?”