Or I thought I was. But I was headed the wrong way. Now I’m faced with just a sheer cliff rock.
“Help,” I scream, completely panicking. Although it’s not like someone’s going to be able to help me much.
I just need to get back to the ground, get my clothes, and get back to the forest ranger lodge as soon as possible. They may be able to get me to a hospital, or figure out whether it was a poisonous snake or not. Although unless someone’s a serious expert, there’s really no way to tell when the snake is still in the lake.
“Help,” I cry, too paralyzed with fear to do anything but tread water and scream, while grasping desperately at the rock cliff that juts out of the water.
Suddenly, there’s a flash of someone diving off the cliff from high above.
I don’t quite register on what it is at first. It just looks like a blur that flies past me and lands in the water.
Shit, is he or she OK? The water’s not too deep out here? You’d have to really know what you’re doing to dive off a cliff like that into this water. I forget about myself for a moment, and look around for the person to emerge, but they don’t for a moment.
Suddenly, there are hands on me.
“Are you OK?” says someone, with a strange accent that I can’t place. It sounds vaguely French, but much different, much more…I don’t know, regal.
“I’m…”
But for the moment I forget completely about the snake bite. The potentially poisonous snake that might kill me if I don’t take care of the bite immediately.
I forget all this because the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is right in front of me, with his hands on my naked body.
There’s something incredible about his face. It’s chiseled, and he has a nose like I’ve never seen before. His eyes are piercing…a deep blue.
His hair is dark, although I can’t tell if that’s just because it’s wet. He did just jump in the water after all.
His muscles…wow, holy shit.
If I wasn’t so scared, I’d be turned on right now.
I catch him doing a little bit of a double take, seeing that I’m naked, but he moves past it.
“What’s wrong?” he says.
“A snake,” I say. Then I remember I have to say more. “A snake bit me,” I manage to say. “I mean I think it was a poisonous snake.”
“You’re not sure?”
“No, it was in the water when I was swimming.”
“Stay here,” he says. It feels like his eyes are piercing me. “Are you OK treading water for now?”
I nod.
He immediately turns and dives into the water below, seemingly not leaving a ripple.
I catch a glimpse of his strong back as he dives down. His muscles ripple. He’s amazingly chiseled. The site sends a shiver through me. I just hope the shiver isn’t from the snake venom working its way through my system.
He’s gone a long time. At least a full minute.
What the hell is he doing down there?
Finally, he emerges with a splash. There’s something flopping around in his hand.
“You caught the snake?” I say, my voice full of shock probably. How the hell did he hunt down a snake underwater and grab it? I’m half glad he didn’t kill it, since that’d be a shame, but the site of the snake flopping and writhing in his fist is still freaking me out.
To my horror, this beautifully muscled stranger swims closer to me, holding the snake out for me to see.
What the hell is he playing at? I’m remembering now: I probably need to get to a hospital.
“I’m not familiar with American snakes,” he says. “Do you know if this is a poisonous one? It’s the only one down here. I’m pretty sure it’s the one that bit you.”
“How could you know it’s the only one down there?”
“I’ve studied animal tracking, and I know how snakes move in lakes.”
It sounds a little vague. Who trains in animal tracking underwater, for instance? It sounds like some kind of Navy Seal stuff, but I’m pretty sure even they don’t do that.
Then again, he sure sounds sure of himself. There’s something authoritative about the way he said it that makes me believe him.
“I…” I star to say, taking a closer look at the snake. “I think it’s a broad banded water snake. It has the stripes. It doesn’t resemble any of the poisonous snakes. You’re sure it was the one that bit me.”
“You sure?” His voice is calm and soothing. I can feel my anxiety start to drift away.
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s definitely a broad banded water snake.”
He nods, then tosses the snake back into the lake.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you out of the water. Where are your clothes?”
I point over at my pile of clothes on the other side. Wow, so I guess I just completely overreacted about the snake. That’s what anxiety will do for you. Then again, there is a real risk of poisonous snakes here. So who can say?
He swims slowly next to me as I swim back to my clothes. I think I see him steeling a few glances at my body, but at least I appreciate that he’s trying to be discreet and polite about it.
Not that I’m not sneaking glances at his body, watching as he moves his body through the water gracefully yet powerfully.
Holy fuck is he hot. I’ve never seen anyone like him before.
He waits in the water as I get dressed. I try to stand a little behind a bush, to be modest, and he’s more or less looking the other way.
I’m half hoping he’s taking glances at me, though.
3.
Luke
She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And it doesn’t have anything to do with seeing her naked on first site.
She looks just as hot in clothes. I sneak a couple glances at her as she’s pulling on her clothes, watching as the fabric slips over her curves. She’s the sort of American girl I’ve been looking for. She’s the exact opposite of those party bikini girls waiting back in in the RV.
I guess my elaborate princely training can come in handy once in a while. It’s been a long time since I caught a snake underwater, but it all seemed to come back to me. It’s not everyday you get to look like a real hero, but I guess today is one of them.
Then again, who else could do what I did? Maybe there’s something to being a prince after all.
I have a feeling, though, that I shouldn’t mention to her that I’m a prince. I don’t want to know yet what kind of reaction she’s going to have. Most women simply swoon when they hear I’m a real prince. If they don’t believe me, Eugene always steps in to prove it, sometimes with official documents, which depending on my mood might embarrass me or just boost my ego. I guess it depends a lot on how much I’ve had to drink.
Despite chugging a bunch of beers earlier, I feel clear headed. Diving off that cliff really did it. And there’s something about the atmosphere here that’s calming, not to mention this beautiful creature I rescued.
I’ve always had a high tolerance for alcohol though.
“You’re very beautiful,” I say, climbing out of the water. I’m aware of her eyes on me. I can understand why. Even on this American tour of debauchery, I’ve never let up a day on my exercise regime. I always had the best trainers back in Liseria.
I’ve just got to play it cool. I’m hoping she’s not the type to be impressed with the princely title. But I can use my upbringing to my advantage. Play it cool. Don’t play up the party beast side of my personality. That’s a big part of my personality though…could be a little difficult.
“You’re sure are direct,” she says. “How did you dive off that cliff without breaking your neck, and then catch that snake? I didn’t know anyone could even do that.”
“I had an…unusual upbringing,” I say.
“Did you grow up in the special forces or something?”
“Something like that,” I say, grinning, trying to make a littl
e joke out of it.
“So I’m OK,” she says. “I’m not going to die from a snake bite?”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t look like it.”
She has a way of wrinkling her face up a little when speaking certain words that makes her look so cute. But she’s fucking sexy at the same time.
I’ve never met a woman like this. And trust me, I’ve met a fuck ton of women. I think that’s the right American expression.
I’m not much for beating around the bush, so I step closer to her, incredibly conscious of her body.
“What are you doing?” she says, but she doesn’t sound worried. She sounds excited.
I put one hand behind her head and lean in to kiss her.
Our lips touch for a moment and it’s like a fucking firecracker goes off in my head. I know it now. I need to have her. I’m going to have her.
It’s like an electrical sensation is running through me. My lips feel a sensation they’ve never felt kissing anyone else.
And yeah, like I said before, I’ve kissed a fuck ton of women. Known them, kissed them, fucked them.
She’s kissing me back, her lips moving against mine.
Then it’s all ruined.
“Sir,” says Eugene, making a huge racket as he crashes into the little clearing, emerging from the bushes still drenched in sweat. I can smell the sweat on him before I turn and look.
“Oh,” says the woman, seeming embarrassed, pulling away from me.
“What’s the situation, sir?” says Eugene, looking back and forth at us with wild eyes. “The last thing I saw you jumped into the water. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Eugene,” I say. “I was just helping this young woman with a snake situation.”
“A snake…situation?” says Eugene, looking around at his feet wildly, as if a snake is bound to appear at any moment and swallow us all whole. I actually wonder sometimes if he’s more worried about my own safety than his own. He’s got to protect the prince after all. Got to protect these royal balls so that offspring can be produced.
I just don’t get why he cares so fucking much. I’d be fine with him relaxing a little, and he fucking knows it. It’s not like we’re still at the palace. We’re in the middle of fucking Texas, for fucks sake.
“This is…um,” I say. “I don’t believe I got your name, miss.”
“Rebecca,” she says.
“I’m Luke,” I say, extending my hand, which feels strange, given that we just shared the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had.
“And this is my…friend Eugene.”
I can tell she doesn’t quite buy it. Friends don’t call each other “sir,” after all. But she doesn’t say anything.
“Well, maybe we should get you back to your camp, Rebecca,” I say.
“Sure,” she says.
I have to stop myself from taking her hand. I don’t want Eugene fucking with this. He already interrupted the kiss. Who knew where that was leading?
We start walking back. It’s so hot I’m already dried off and getting pretty overheated myself.
“Don’t call me, sir,” I hiss in a whisper at Eugene, out of Rebecca’s earshot. I don’t want her thinking I’m a prince. Not just yet.
If only I’d dealt with the RV situation, we’d have a nice cool place to head back to. Then again, a completely trashed RV filled with my disreputable friends isn’t exactly the place I’d want to take a girl like Rebecca.
“Should we head back to the RV?” says Eugene. “We should check on the guests.”
“The RV? Are you guys with the RV that crashed on the side of the road? The one without AC?”
Shit, I have a bad feeling about this. Somehow she knows about the RV. That means at the very least she’ll know we’re party animals. This isn’t the type of personality I want to play up with her.
I just can’t stop thinking about getting into her pants. Fuck, I’ll do it in a tent if I have to. Or on a rock. Or on a fucking tree stump that’s been ravaged by lightening.
“Yeah,” I say. “Long story though. Have you met them?”
“They were all lying on the ground sweating when I went by. I was worried, so I went to the forest ranger’s office. Maybe they’ve helped them out by now.”
Is this going to hurt my chances? She doesn’t seem like the partying type.
“You don’t seem like the type for an RV like that,” she says, giving me a weird look.
“Just hanging out with some friends… You know how old friends can be.”
“They kept saying something about a prince. I thought they were all delirious.”
I’m praying Eugene’s going to keep his mouth shut.
Instead, Eugene chuckles a little. “They weren’t delirious. They were talking about the Prince of Liseria, who’s here on vacation.”
“The prince of where?”
“Liseria. It’s a small French-dialect speaking country in Southern Europe. It doesn’t get on the news much, but it has a rich history.” Eugene’s taking pleasure in rattling this off. I think this might be the part of his job he likes the most.
I try to give him warning looks, so that he’s not going to say anything more, but he’s so engrossed in explaining Liseria to an American that he’s not looking at me at all.
“And where is this so called prince? I didn’t see anyone wearing a crown.”
This sends Eugene over the edge, and he’s giggling giddily now. “Why, you’re walking right beside him.”
“You’re the prince?” she says to Eugene, her eyes widening.
This makes Eugene laugh even harder. “Lucas is the prince,” he says, pointing at me, and doing a little bow. I fucking told him not to do any bows here in the States.
“You’re a prince?” she says to me, her eyes so wide it looks like she’s seen a ghost.
I nod. “It’s not something I like to advertise.”
That was good. Maybe I can play up the humble prince thing. It wouldn’t be my first time, so I know how the routine goes—I can do the whole thing about rejecting the crown that’s thrust on me, that I’m just a normal and sensitive guy and all that shit.
Fuck, I’ll do whatever I have to do. I’ll say whatever I have to do to have her.
“Wow,” she says, but doesn’t say anything more as we continue towards where the RV was parked.
When we get there, there’s nothing but a few empty beer cans on the side of the road. Eugene starts diligently picking them up, as does Rebecca.
I guess I might as well join in so I don’t look like a spoiled party animal. I try not to make a face as I help the two of them pick up the trash. I haven’t really ever cleaned up after myself. That’s what the palace staff, or Eugene, is for. It’s not exactly a princely duty.
“Maybe we should try to find where the RV is now,” says Eugene.
“They probably got a camping site,” says Rebecca. “They’re over there towards the North of the park.”
“Hopefully they’ve got the AC connected again,” I say.
“Well,” says Rebecca. “A party RV isn’t really my scene. I think I’ll head back to my tent. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Prince Luke.” That’s not exactly my title, but all I care about right now is that she’s going to leave right now. I need to go with her. Whatever it takes.
“Do you mind if I walk you back?” I say. “I’d hate for you to realize at the last minute that that snake actually was poisonous, when you’re all alone in the wilderness.”
“I thought you were sure that was the snake that bit me?” There’s something funny in her tone, and her eyes are shining. I think she’s flirting with me? It’s sometimes hard for me to tell with these Americans.
“Well you can never be so sure,” I say.
“Well, come on,” she says.
“Make sure everything’s OK with the RV, Eugene,” I say, as we walk away.
Eugene dutifully goes jogging off in the direction of t
he RV.
I impulsively take Rebecca’s hand as we walk through the woods. The sun is shining and we’re kicking up dust. Despite the heat, it feels romantic.
“I wish we hadn’t been interrupted back there. Eugene can be a bit of a nuisance sometimes.”
“So he’s like your royal sidekick or something?” She’s chuckling to herself.
“Basically. So this is all pretty funny to you, that I’m a prince and everything?”
She laughs. “I’ve never seen a prince, let alone a prince with a crashed RV in the middle of the Texas wilderness.”
“I bet you’ve never had a prince save you from a poisonous snake either.”
“You didn’t save me from it, and it wasn’t poisonous. But I appreciate it all the same.”
“I bet you do,” I say, pulling her up against me.
Our mouths connect, and I get that fucking crazy feeling again. I’m running my hands now along her sides, caressing her body slowly. I let my wrist graze against the side of her breast, to see how she’ll react before putting a hand right onto her breasts.
They’re not huge, but they’re just perfectly sized for me. They feel fucking wonderful.
My cock’s growing, and pretty soon my erection is throbbing fucking painfully. It’s going to be painfully obvious the way it’s threatening to burst through my shorts, stabbing her in the stomach.
She’s about a head shorter than me, and she’s tilting her head up to meet my mouth, looking so fucking sexy. I’m not making any effort to hide my erection. I want her to feel it against her and see what she does to me.
I’m pretty sure her nipples are hard and taut now. I look down, and I see them poking through her sports bra, little hard nubs that drive me even more wild.
“Is this why you came over here, to seduce innocent American girls?”
“I just came over for you.”
4.
Rebecca
I’ve never felt like this with any other guy. He’s just so fucking hot, but not only am I turned on, it feels like there’s a real kind of magnetic pull that’s pushing me towards him, pulling him towards me.
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