The Prince and the Player

by Tia Louise

  We’re entwined like contortionists, lying on our sides, easing down from another incredible high. Her face is pressed into my shoulder, and I hold her under the ass. Her long legs are wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck.

  “Didn’t think we could do it again?” I tease as I kiss her.

  Her head tilts back, and she smiles. “I think I can sleep a little longer.”

  “Go right ahead,” I say, running my fingers over her ear, pushing her silky hair off her flushed cheeks. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

  She exhales a laugh and her dreamy eyes meet mine. “I was thinking about the night we met. You never told me your favorite Robert Frost poem.”

  “Since that night, it’s become ‘In the Clearing.’”

  “And before that night?”

  We shift in the bed, and I move to my back, holding her securely against my chest. I hadn’t thought about things like poetry or love in years before that night. “It would have been before my father died.”

  I feel her tracing her fingers along the lines of my chest, and I try to remember ever feeling this level of contentment.

  Her voice is a smooth vibration. “I always liked the little horse in ‘Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.’”

  “His impatient little horse, wondering why he’s feeling so contemplative.” It only takes a moment longer before I know my favorite. “‘Fire and Ice.’”

  “Oh, I love that one.” Her head pops up, and a little grin is on her lips. “‘From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire’?”

  I touch her lovely face again. “Especially now.”

  She leans her cheek into my hand. “What are we going to do today?”

  Thinking over my agenda, I decide to clear my schedule and spend the entire day with her. “Whatever you want. Name it.”

  “Really?” Her brow lines, and I lean forward to kiss the frown away.

  “Really. What would you like more than anything?”

  “Hmm…” She slants her eyes as she thinks, and I can’t imagine what she’s going to say. “I want to see you race. Will you take me to the track and show me?”

  It’s not what I expected, but it’s not an unwelcome suggestion. I only think about it a moment before I concede. “Yes, but I need to change. I guess you do as well. I’ll take you to your hotel, then I’ll pick you up at two and we’ll head to the track. Sound good?”

  “I love it! I can’t wait.” She does a little bounce, and I can’t resist. I grab her around the waist and kiss her again.

  Zelda

  Cal drops me off at the Fairmont with a kiss and a plan to meet for lunch. I’m supposed to be showering and changing into something fresh, but instead I’m back in my bed, deep beneath the covers reliving last night.

  We didn’t make love three point seven more times. It was a full four more times. My entire body heats as I remember the last, him taking me from behind. He gripped my breasts and bit the back of my neck as he plunged so deep between my thighs. It’s a hot memory, and my hand slides down between my legs when I hear the door open and then slam shut. I freeze for a half second when the sudden jolt of a body landing on my bed causes me to crawl to the surface.

  “Ava?” My head pokes out from under the blankets, and I see my sister lying on her back, her arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish.

  She sighs as if she’s fallen into a vat of cotton candy. “I had sex with a king.” Then she laughs. “Correction, I had sex with the king. I pretty much spent the entire night last night having orgasms. Can you believe it?”

  I sit up and start to laugh. “I’m not sure you believe it. Do you need me to pinch you and be sure you’re awake?”

  Rolling onto her stomach she looks up at me, and I confess. Something about her is different. I can’t put my finger on it, but she seems calmer somehow. She’s definitely glowing.

  “He’s amazing, Zee. He’s strong and sexy and massive, and oh my god. His dick is so big—”

  “Whoa! Hold it right there!” I wave my hand between us. “I don’t need to hear about his massive peen. It’s all I’ll be thinking about next time I see him. Back it up to the part about how he’s the king.”

  She starts to laugh, and I do too. I’m only partly teasing about the penis size—apparently the brothers have something in common. I’m mostly happy and relieved and so glad she was with someone who took care of her.

  “So you already knew he was strong and all that,” she says, then she falls back on the bed again. “He’s also so gentle and attentive and… possessive and demanding.”

  Dropping onto my side, I prop my head on my hand, threading my fingers in her hair. “That’s awesome, Ava-bug!” She smiles, and her eyes drift around the room. I can tell she’s remembering something, but she suddenly snaps her attention back to me.

  “Were you with Cal?” Pushing against the bed, she moves to a sitting position. “I didn’t want to leave without talking to you, but I remembered last time… I figured you and he were together. I know you care about him.”

  Twining my finger around a long lock of dark hair, I give it a little tug. “I was a little freaked out when I heard you’d left with Rowan. I don’t like us not having a plan in case something goes wrong…”

  “I know. I’m sorry, but it was Rowan. You’ve spent the night at his house. You know what a wonderful person he is. He’s the whole reason we’re here!”

  I take a deep breath. She’s right, and I can’t argue with her. “In the future, we’ll be more careful.”

  Her eyes drop to her lap. “I can’t seem to think about a future without him in it. What am I going to do, Zee?”

  My brow lines, and I study her face. “I’ve been thinking about that question all night. Or trying not to think about it.”

  Green eyes meet mine, and they’re flooded with worry. “You know Reggie lied to us. There’s no way Rowan is all those bad things he said.”

  “I know.” I nod, looking down, thinking about my conversation with Cal. “I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

  “What if we tell them? We can just be honest and say Reggie lied to us. They might understand.”

  “Yeah, but we lied to them. Over and over…” My stomach knots, and I want to cry when I think of what Cal will say when he learns the extent of my deception. How many times I lied to him and all the different ways. I feel that little fish in my insides dying.

  Ava lunges forward, hugging my waist as she presses her cheek to my stomach. Her voice is a cracked whisper. “I can’t bear the thought of losing him. It hurts so much!”

  I wrap my arms over her shoulder and lean down, hugging her to me. For several moments we stay that way, and I know the only way out of this is the hardest way possible.

  “How did you leave it with Rowan today?”

  She sits up, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “He’s picking me up after lunch. We’re going to the track, and he’s going to show me his race car.”

  I’m about to answer her when my phone buzzes with a text. I look over at it, and I see it’s from Cal. Rowan is taking Ava to the track. Let’s go with them?

  A lump is lodged at the base of my throat. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, glancing up at my sister. “Maybe we can put it off just a little longer? Hide from the truth and steal a few more hours?”

  “Do you think we can?” She’s blinking back tears.

  “It’s going to hurt like hell sooner or later.” I take her hand, and a shiver moves through her body. I’m trembling on the inside as well. “Maybe we can delay the pain just a little bit longer.”

  Snake

  Zelda

  In a roar as loud as a jet engine, Rowan’s red Formula 1 car soars past us on the practice track outside of town. It moves so fast, it’s hard to believe, and Ava’s on the edge of her seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Cal’s watching his phone’s timer.

  “One minute eight,” he says, touching the face. “
He’s so fucking fast. Too bad he can never hit those speeds on the course.”

  “It seems dangerous,” Ava says, looking nervously up at him.

  Cal’s right beside me, an arm draped around my waist, smiling so big. “Nah, Ro’s an incredible racer. He’s been doing it for years.” Sitting a little straighter, he hands Ava his binoculars. “Watch as he comes through that set of curves. He’ll ease off a little on the first one then let it rip as he pulls into the straight. It’s how he’s able to clock such a great time. He’s fearless.”

  I can’t help a grin watching the enthusiasm in his eyes. “You’re really proud of him,” I say, kissing his cheek.

  He leans back and gives me a smug grin. “It’s not very sexy, I know. I should be more brooding and competitive. Loki.”

  Snorting a laugh, I press my face against his shoulder. “I think it’s very endearing.”

  Rowan’s car flies past in another blast of noise and blaze of red, and Cal stands. “Come, let’s walk down. It’s his last lap. We can meet him at the finish line.”

  Ava’s on her feet at once, and we follow him along the silver bleachers to the steps leading down to the tarmac.

  “It’s too bad he doesn’t compete anymore,” he continues.

  We’re holding hands, and Ava strolls beside us. It’s a sunny day, and she’s wearing a white halter dress that ripples in the breeze. She topped it off with a wide-brimmed straw hat, and I swear she looks like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine. I look like I’m headed to a racetrack in cropped khaki cargo pants and a thin sleeveless tank. Cal’s more my speed in jeans and a thin V-neck sweater.

  “Why doesn’t he compete anymore?” she asks, placing a hand on the top of her hat.

  We step out onto the track, and the wind gusts around us. The sound of Rowan’s car echoes from the other side of the track.

  “Too dangerous,” Cal says. “When these guys crash… well, not much is left.”

  Ava’s eyes go round, and her cheeks go completely pale.

  “But don’t worry!” he hastily adds. “Rowan’s done this so long, the chances of him having an accident alone on the track are slim to none.”

  She does a little nervous nod and looks back out to where a streak of red races toward us at blinding speed.

  “I’ve seen some of those wrecks,” I whisper in Cal’s ear. “They’re pretty scary.”

  “You’d be surprised how far they’ve come with safety on these things. From the suit he wears down to the cockpit design. They’ve got it to where drivers can be out of the vehicle in five seconds.”

  “Five? Out of that tiny thing?”

  “Yeah, it’s pretty impressive. They call it a ‘survival cell,’ and no fuel, oil, or water lines run through it. No more sitting, trapped in a fiery inferno, like Niki Lauda.”

  My heart lurches. “The guy in that Ron Howard movie?”

  He exhales a laugh and pulls my head to his lips, giving me a kiss. “Yes, the Ron Howard movie.”

  I struggle to push the image out of my head. I can’t even think of Rowan burned beyond recognition. Ava’s up ahead waiting with the pit crew as Rowan coasts in to a stop. He slides out quickly, removing the helmet and giving her a smile. She’s less enthusiastic than when we arrived, and I can’t say I blame her.

  “I’m sure your mother’s glad he doesn’t compete anymore,” I whisper.

  Cal’s arm moves from around my shoulders to holding my waist, and despite the horrible “what ifs,” I can’t help a smile as I watch Rowan lean back against the car and pull Ava to him, kissing her lips. A deep, accented voice from behind us makes me jump out of Cal’s embrace.

  “Yes,” Reggie says, irritation clear in his tone. “Her majesty is very glad he’s not racing anymore. Although, the crown prince seems to have a mind of his own these days.”

  “Reggie!” My voice is too high, and I know he knows I know we’re busted. I could die. “What are you doing here?”

  Cal’s eyes move from his uncle to me and back again. “Hello, Reg, what are you doing here?” He reaches out and takes my hand again, and Reggie’s eyes move to the connection between us.

  I can’t pull my hand away without hurting Cal, but now it’s impossible to hide what’s happening. Ava’s blissfully ignorant of her audience, and when I glance back, she and Rowan are smiling at each other. He leans forward and says something in her ear, and she shakes her head. They’re so clearly new lovers with the way they touch each other, and while I’m dying standing here knowing Reggie’s watching them, deep down, I’m so happy to see her so blissed out.

  “I actually came for Zelda,” he says, giving me a pointed look. “I received a call from the executor of your uncle’s estate, and I wonder if you might ride back with me to the hotel so we can discuss what he said.”

  “Why didn’t he call me?” I say, trying to escape what’s coming.

  He gives me a pointed glare. “Probably because he couldn’t reach you.”

  “We were planning to go for dinner, Reg,” Cal interrupts. “Can’t whatever it is wait?”

  “Is that so?” he says, still watching my expression.

  My heart is beating so fast, it hurts. “Yes,” I say softly. “We were.”

  “Then perhaps I can drop her at the restaurant. This shouldn’t take long. Where are you going?”

  Cal pauses, and I can tell he’s searching for an argument.

  “It’s okay,” I say giving him a confident smile. It is so, so fake. “I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”

  “The Brasserie at Columbus,” he says, glancing at his uncle. “I’ll be there in ten.”

  “We’re right behind you,” Reggie says, taking my arm.

  Cal steps forward and kisses my cheek. “See you in a bit.”

  “Tell Rowan his race was thrilling.”

  He does a little smile, and we part, me headed to face the consequences, him completely ignorant.

  We walk quickly through the breezeway under the metal bleachers out to the parking area where Reggie’s town car waits. The driver holds the door as we climb in, and it isn’t until the doors are shut and we’re driving away with the security glass firmly in place that he turns to me.

  At first he doesn’t speak, he only studies my expression. I swallow the knot in my throat. I don’t have a leg to stand on, and I know it.

  “It appears your sister has won the heart of the crown prince,” he finally says. “While you were off playing with his brother.”

  “I tried, Reggie.” My voice is too soft, too weak. “I really did.”

  “I set it all up. I gave you multiple opportunities. Then you sneaked away in the night after you twisted your ankle? You were supposed to have breakfast with the future king!”

  After I’d just spent the night with his brother. “He wasn’t interested in me.”

  “He never had a chance to know.”

  With a sigh, I look out the window at the passing trees and flowers. “Can’t we change the plan? Ava’s not a member of the nobility or anything. Can’t she be the one to help you out?”

  Reggie’s eyes narrow. “The plan wasn’t for him to fall in love with a beautiful orphaned girl from America. That’s romantic enough to enchant the nation!” His voice rises a bit, and I flinch. “The plan was for him to fall for you, a phony heiress he thinks would secure Monagasco’s economic future. It would show he’s too inexperienced, too shallow to be our leader. He was to be led around by his cock and duped by someone like you!”

  My chin drops, and embarrassment burns in my cheeks. Why did I ever agree to this job?

  “That’s not Rowan at all. He’s none of those things,” I say quietly. “He’s very serious about his position. Every time we’re together, he’s reading something or taking a phone call. He’s very fit to be king.”

  “Even when he’s planning to race the Grand Prix next week?”

  “What?” My eyes widen. “Why would he do that? It’s too dangerous!”

  “Because despite w
hat you think, Rowan is irresponsible. Apparently, he thinks national security is less important than the pursuit of his hobbies.”

  He turns his phone to me. On the screen is the headline, CROWN PRINCE TO RACE IN GRAND PRIX. My jaw drops. I can’t believe what Reggie is saying.

  “He wouldn’t…”

  “It seems he already has. Even better, he’s done it with the race only days away.”

  “How does that change—”

  “No one has time to prevent him or talk him out of it.”

  I think about what Cal said, all the safety precautions. I can only believe Rowan has weighed the odds and decided it’s safe. I know Rowan… sort of. At least, I’ve been around him, and I’ve talked to him about his country. I still believe in him.

  Reggie is frowning at me, and the bigger question is what now? I’m not foolish enough to think Reggie will continue bankrolling our presence here, and I’m also smart enough to know ten thousand dollars will last maybe three days in this pricey little kingdom. I’ve still got to get us home.

  “So is it over? You’re done with Ava and me?”

  Reggie’s lips press into a line, and he crosses an ankle over his knee. “In a word? No. You two have become unexpectedly useful.”

  “How so?” The last thing I want is to be pulled into another plot against Rowan—or Cal.

  Now that I’ve seen how close they are, I know anything that hurts Rowan, Cal will take as a personal injury as well. I sort-of love him for that. It’s so much how I feel about Ava. At the same time, that puts me in a very bad place with the man for whom I’ve developed such strong feelings.

  “The two of you have both princes by the balls, to use a tacky expression. Just keep doing what you’re doing, and keep me in the loop on the crown prince. As long as you do that, I’ll keep your account filled.”

  This new plan makes me feel even slimier than the first. I hate it, and I don’t want to do it. “You’re wrong. I didn’t even know Rowan was going to race the Grand Prix.”