Prince Arik: A Prince of Tease Novel (Princes of Tease Book 1)

by Xavier Neal

  Our stroll towards the car is unhurried. “What happened?”

  With a crooked smirk he answers, “You.”

  My lips press tightly together.

  “I was so concerned with not fucking this date thing up, I forgot I had a set until Renee called to confirm. Figured you wouldn't mind seeing me play again.”

  “It was incredible,” I whisper, the energy from it still pumping through my veins.

  “I appreciate the compliment,” Arik whispers in return as we take the elevator in the parking garage up. He looks down at me at the same time the doors shut. “Music is like sex to me. If I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna give it everything I've got. Every. Time.”

  The words rob me of the breath I just managed to get back in my lungs. Suddenly the elevator dings, leaking us onto our floor. Arik hesitates before he leads us out. When the doors shut this time, he pushes my body against the pillar that's only a few feet from his SUV. Without another word he drops his mouth onto mine feverishly consuming it. His solid frame pins me against the object, desperation to devour each other right now the only thing on our minds. After several hard kisses, he yanks his lips away, spins me around and helps me bend over in such an erotic fashion, I almost come on the spot.

  Geez. Can we at least wait until he's inside?!

  His hand caresses the open back part of my dress. Slowly, it slips underneath the edge of my dress grazing my hip before traveling down and brushing against my ass crack. The teasing has me gripping the pole tighter.

  As if the anticipation of his pants coming undone feels like enough pressure to break my orgasm, I quietly implore, “Now...”

  Arik releases a savage sound seconds before his covered cock pierces the blinding heat that's waiting for him. Within the first few pumps I'm in the process of shouting his name. Quickly, he uses one hand to catch my screams while the other slips a thumb against my asshole. The invasion intensifies the quivering of my muscles turning what should've been a single moment into rolling waves.

  When the high of the first orgasm starts to fade, Arik moves his hand around to the front of my body, determined to toy with my clit now. “Fuckin' A, baby.”

  Between the rocking of his hips and the way his balls are slapping against me, I know I don't have long before I'm falling to pieces again. Wanting him to come with me this time, I squeeze my pussy tighter, the change of pressure sucking a breath out of him.

  “Come again,” he pleads in such a euphoric tone I can't resist. “Come for me, Ari.” My body starts to tremble, the incomprehensible feeling of lust from my own name tumbled from his lips releasing my orgasm just as his cock swells inside. On a stifled groan he declares, “I'm coming, baby.”

  While my fervid moans are muffled behind his hand it doesn't stop the intensity rolling throughout much more than my body.

  It feels like he's rocking my entire existence. The foundation I've secured myself standing on as an independent woman is cracking. I'm not sure I like that. But I'm not sure that I hate it either. I'm not sure about much more than wanting him to stick around for just a little while longer while I figure it out. Relationships aren't something I do, but God...if it's with him, maybe it's worth a shot. At the very least, I know it's worth more thought.

  Arik

  “Do we have to have lunch with these people?” Greg gripes. “They're not our friends. They're yours.”

  “We want our families to be friends,” mom emphasizes.

  “Why?” Greg whines. “This isn't the 1920's. There's no need for us to all sit out in the sun and gossip about new money versus old money.”

  My mother shakes her head. “You were watching The Great Gatsby weren't you?”

  “There's amazing symbolism in it.”

  And I hope you never wonder why we call him a giant pussy.

  “Grow a pair of nuts,” Ali sighs.

  “I have a pair.”

  “Then try to keep your girlfriend from turning them into a chew toy because obviously she's trying with your choice of movie.”

  “Film.”

  My father interrupts the bickering, “Why are you complaining? Arik's not complaining.”

  “Why aren't you complaining?” Alison snips. When I don't answer she kicks me under the table. “Um...hello!”

  Realizing I'm a little more tired than I thought I was, I try to shake myself awake. “What?”

  “Are you okay?” My mother questions from the seat beside me. As she places her napkin in her lap she states, “You look a little out of it.”

  “Worked late last night.”

  And by worked I mean, I dropped by Ari's for what should've been a late quickie and turned into much more with little effort. Unfortunately, I had to leave stupid early this morning because we both had brunch obligations. It's okay. The afternoon is set aside for the two of us to sleep away our troubles in my bed. Oh the chicks at my place rule? Ari's an exception. Huh. She's an exception to a lot of rules.

  “Arik!” Ali yells.

  I tap my ear. “Volume. I'm tired from a late night at work. Not deaf from it.”

  “Really?” Greg lifts his eyebrows. “Where do you work again?”

  “At that place where they pay me money to do shit.”

  He opens his mouth to snap back when our father interrupts. “Enough. We rarely have guests over for brunch. This is important to me, to us. Can you please behave like you weren't raised in the wilderness?”

  “We're not Greg's newest girlfriend, so that shouldn't be a problem,” Alison snickers and slides her sunglasses on.

  “Ali Cat,” Dad scolds.

  “Behave,” my mother echoes as Margret opens the french doors behind me.

  The hint of Australian in her accent slips out. “Mr. and Mrs. McKellan, The Kents have arrived.”

  My eyes that are struggling to close suddenly lift.

  Kent....Kent? As in...

  Turning around, my mouth parts at the sight of Ari standing beside her father and step mother.

  Fuck. Me.

  The tall lanky man beside her with box frame glasses shares his daughter's brown eyes, but not much else. His light cream colored skin indicates to me most of her features must have come from her mother. The woman on the other side of Ari is the exact opposite of my own mother. She's blonde, fake breasted, and petite. As soon as I've given her parents a solid glance over, our eyes meet and there's an unspoken tension between us.

  “Kevin.” My father stands to greet them. “I'd like to introduce you to my family. This my oldest son Greg. My daughter Alison. And my youngest son Arik.”

  After our father's shake hands, Kevin slides an arm round his wife. “Pleasure to meet all you of. This is my wife Brenda and our daughter, Ari.”

  “It's lovely to finally meet you,” my mother softly coos at Ari. “You are just as beautiful as you are in your photos.”

  Better. She's so much better. I'll show you the pic on my phone to prove it. Just one- What? Of course I have a pic of her on my phone. Okay, more than one. That doesn't mean anything special. Well, of course I look at her photos when I don't see her on the weekends. You know what? I'm too tired to get into this with you and in case you haven't noticed we have a potential crisis on our hands.

  “Thank you Mrs. McKellan,” Ari sweetly says.

  “Please, call me Trixie.” They exchange smiles and my mother continues, “Gregory has been trying to set this up for weeks.”

  “My daughter is a bit of a workaholic,” Kevin insists as they make their way to the other side of the table.

  He doesn't know the half of it. Sometimes trying to make our schedules match gives me a fucking headache. Of course once we're together it's always worth the hassle. Shit. I didn't say that. I said...nothing. You say nothing too.

  “Just trying to keep my head above water, dad,” Ari argues sitting directly across from me.

  Helplessly my eyes drink in the sight of her in a thin white sundress in which she clearly is wearing no underwear.

  I can tell
. Call it a dude thing. We really do have an eye for panty lines.

  When Ari's hand adjusts her dangling diamond charm necklace, I bite my bottom lip to resist the urge to trail my tongue across it.

  Yeah, it's always this bad when she's around.

  There's a harsh clearing of a throat and my eyes divert their attention to my mother who is smirking.

  She doesn't know. She can't know. Did you tell her?

  “Stop being rude,” my mom nudges me under the table. “Speak to Ari.”

  Reluctantly I drag my eyes over to see her looking as fidgety as I do. Doing my best to be nonchalant I greet, “Morning.”

  She softly replies, “Morning.”

  “You're being awfully quiet,” my brother pokes. “Still too tired from work?”

  Ari can't resist the urge to smirk.

  I try to hide my embarrassment. “Some of us have to do more than lift a pen to get paid.”

  “Not now,” dad snaps before the fighting can continue. “We have company.”

  “Beautiful company,” my mother encourages with a simple nod of her head Ari's direction.

  My mother's a subtle one, isn't she? You know, I don't know how I didn't peg Ari for the country club type. To be fair, I wouldn't peg me for it either. Now that you mention it, we haven't talked much about our immediate families. She bitches about her job, tells stories of her adventures with her friends while I ramble about ships, tell tales about my grandfather in between rounds of sex. Sure food, music, and movies come up, but that's basic small talk. We haven't met each other’s friends, not that I want her to meet the other princes. I did meet Liz who seems to be her best friend, but she's also her neighbor so I don't know if that should really count. Honestly? We don't spend much time outside of our homes. Typically we eat naked. Watch T.V. naked. Most of the things we do are naked. It didn't seem to matter before. Now...now I'm kinda kicking myself for not knowing more. Not only to avoid moments like this but because there's something more than fucking here. I realized that shit after our night at The Den. It was never the intention. I don't feel like the two of us were meant to be or like fate wove our paths together. None of that bullshit. We just...happened. That sounds lame as shit doesn't it? Well fuck. I don't know how else to put it. I had one taste of her and that's all I've wanted in my system since. What do you mean I was warned?

  “Stop staring,” Ali scolds beside me.

  Oblivious to my own actions, I pour all my energy into the simple task of trying to get fruit out of the bowl they're passing around and onto my plate. Unconsciously I steal glances of the woman who has managed to wedge herself into more than my bed.

  Seriously. How the fuck did she do that? One minute it was all about sex and the next I'm hoping I just get to tell her good night before she crashes. Fuck. Did I admit that out loud?

  “Why can't you stop staring?” Ali snips at me again.

  Putting the bowl down, I growl, “I'm not staring.”

  “You are too.”

  I bite, “What are you fucking ten?”

  “Company,” my father politely tries to remind us.

  “Are you? If you have a fucking crush on the girl just say something. Stop staring like a psycho.”

  “Oh I'm the psycho? You're the one who skinned a peacock to make that bullshit you call a shirt.”

  “Enough!” Our father's booming voice pushes me back in my seat. Quickly he apologizes to Kevin, “I'm sorry about that. They have trouble remembering...everything.”

  The two of them laugh along with my mother and Ari's step mother.

  I don't know dick about what happened to her real mother. Should I ask?

  Suddenly Ari's eyes catch mine and she wets her lips slowly. The simple action captures all of my attention, dick included. Unable to resist, my own tongue slips out, instinctively ready to meet hers.

  My mother whispers sharply, “Arik.” Rolling my head around to face her she says, “I need to speak with you for a minute.”

  She excuses the two of us from the table and we slip inside the house. The minute we're in the downstairs library, she shuts the door and leans against it. With a devilish grin she asks, “How long have you been seeing her?”

  Not ready to admit she's right, I fold my arms across my chest. “What?”

  “Ari.”

  Her name makes my cock twitch.

  That's ridiculous.

  “How long have you been seeing her?”

  “We're not seeing each other.”

  “So it's just sex?”

  Instead of nodding I hesitate to reply.

  “So it's more than sex.”

  “I don't know.” My honest answer is followed with me leaning my ass against the black leather chair. “We didn't mean for it be.”

  “But?”

  “I don't know. It just kinda happened.”

  An all knowing look crawls on her face. Smugly she states, “That happens to the best of us.” After receiving a sarcastic glare from me she giggles, “Well, whatever it is you are or aren't you need to get your shit together out there. It's more than obvious there's something going on. Between your inability to look elsewhere and her little dirty gestures it's only minutes before your fathers find out.”

  “She's doing that shit on purpose! I knew it!”

  My mother tosses her had back in laughter.

  Right. I missed the point...

  Her giggles fade and she sighs, “Let's get back out there love struck.”

  “I'm not love struck.”

  “Uh-huh. Come on. Chances are your siblings are at it and your father needs a referee already.”

  “Promise you won't say anything?”

  She taps a finger to her lips as she smirks.

  “Mom.”

  “Well...”

  “Mom.”

  “Just a word...?”

  “Mom!”

  She lets out another hearty laugh. “I was fucking with you. Of course I won't say anything. Promise.”

  Feeling relieved, I follow her back outside just as bread is being offered.

  The moment I sit across from Ari her bottom lip slips between her teeth, prompting my sister to shriek, “Oh my God! You're fucking my brother!”

  So much for that.

  “Alison!” My father shouts.

  Kevin argues, “They just met.” When his eyes move over to his daughter, she uncomfortably twists her lips. “Ari?” Without waiting for her to explain, he glances over to his wife. “Did you know?”

  She calmly scoots the question, “That she was seeing someone or that she was seeing him?”

  He grumps, “Either.”

  “Not exactly,” Brenda whispers.

  “What does that even mean?” Kevin gripes, grabbing his water glass.

  “It means a mother is attuned to these kinds of things.”

  “True,” my mom agrees until I shoot her a dirty look. “Right. Sorry.”

  “You knew?” my father takes his turn to snap. “For how long?”

  Instead of answering she takes a bite of a strawberry.

  “Well I didn't know until blabber mouth Betty over here threw up the information like the cat she is,” Greg adds.

  “Jealous because you're not the only pussy in the family?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Dad barks. “We have guests!”

  “Eh.” Kevin tosses a hand at the situation. “I've got a sibling. I know how that shit goes.”

  Thankful the attention is off of us for a moment, I give her a brief glance. Ari's brown eyes settle in mine and for a moment I completely forget we're surrounded by our family. The only thing I see is an alluring set of brown eyes I like getting lost in.

  Her father's tone pierces my ears, “Is this thing serious?”

  Great. Now he sounds like you.

  “It's um,” Ari struggles to answer the question. “It's a thing?”

  Sharply Kevin question, “But you are dating?”

  His daughter scrunches her face again
.

  Is it weird part of me just wants her to say yes?

  Ari's father takes a different tactic. “Or is this some weird fling that we need to bury after brunch because the next time we're all in the same room it'll help keep the awkwardness down?”