PRINCE CHARMING: A Secret Baby Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

Anything sounded good to her as long as she was with Quincy. They climbed into the Jeep, and once the guard was ready in front and behind, they drove out the palace gates and into the city. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as they went, waving at the people cheering for their prince and new princess. Olivia was nervous at first but waved back with a smile and laugh. She would get used to this at some point, especially if Quincy was always at her side.

He wound them through the streets and slowed when they came to the outer reaches. Olivia felt her jaw drop open at the sight of the building. “That’s the university?”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.”

“That’s an understatement,” she muttered as they drove under the stone archway and up the paved path to the front of the university. At first, it looked like one giant stone building, but as they turned to park the Jeep, she saw the others stretched out to the sides. They were made of the same stone as the palace, and if she hadn’t known any better, she would have thought it was the palace. “This is crazy. It’s beautiful.”

“It was originally built to house the army—well, what little army there was,” he explained as he got out and walked around to her side. “About fifty years ago, my family cleared it out and turned it into our own island university.”

Olivia nodded, only half listening. She wished her university looked this nice and old. There was so much history pouring out of the walls, she wanted to disappear inside the buildings for days to see what she could find. She felt like she’d stepped back in time, and she had a prince at her side to escort her around the grounds. Quincy asked if she was ready to go inside and she nodded, taking his arm and walking quickly towards the large front doors. They were made of solid wood and creaked when he pushed them open. Their steps echoed on the dark stone floor and off the walls lined with paintings and photographs. Beside each one was a name, and Olivia rushed to read them.

“Were these done by students?”

“Yes, all of them up and down these halls,” he said. “It’s mainly an art school, so you’ll see paintings and murals in the other buildings, too.”

“Can we see them all?”

“Yes, you can, Princess Olivia,” a woman’s voice called from down the corridor. “Prince Quincy, nice to see you again.”

Olivia watched the woman in her flats and paint-splattered jeans walk to them and bow her head as she stopped. “Hi, are you a professor?”

“I am Director Marie Hollins,” she said. “Welcome to my university.”

Olivia tried not to let her jaw drop. The woman couldn’t have been older than thirty, yet she ran the university. Amazing. She had her black hair pulled back in a bun and blues and violets were in her hair from whatever project she had been working on. For the first time since arriving on the isle, Olivia felt she’d found a kindred spirit, someone she could really talk to about her art. Quincy would listen, but this woman would really understand her.

“This is amazing! Where do we start?” Olivia asked, her voice filled with excitement. “What were you working on?”

“Would you really like to see it?”

“Trust me, she would,” Quincy said. “Please, lead the way, Director Hollins.”

Olivia walked beside Marie while she told her about the history of the campus and the art the students made there. She nearly forgot about her new life on the island and why she was even there to begin with. Everything fell away, and for a moment, she was back home with her paints and a blank canvas, discussing the right mediums and brushes to use with another painter.

***

Quincy glanced at his watch and grinned, laughing at the fact that Olivia and Marie had been talking about paint for the better part of three hours while they toured the campus. He really wasn’t even there, not in their minds. He trailed behind them, admiring the beauty of the campus and listening to them talk. It brought a smile to his face to hear Olivia so excited about what she did.

“This is fascinating. If I wasn’t so close to being finished with my classes, I’d stay here,” Olivia said as they stopped in the massive courtyard in between the buildings.

The towers soared high, maintaining their sentient forms from their days as military buildings, though the students’ murals of beaches and oceans, even crumbling cityscapes, helped make them less intimidating.

“Why don’t you just transfer?” Quincy asked. Marie had excused herself to return to her work and was already walking back to her studio, leaving them alone. “I don’t think it would be that much trouble.”

“I have a great reputation and relationship with my professors. I don’t want to let them down.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’ve worked with me since I started college, and I’m kind of their prodigy, so to speak. If I just leave like that… They might be sore at me for it, and they’ve done so much, I can’t do that to them.”

Quincy glanced around to make sure they were alone before he slid his hand across the bench to hers and held it tightly, massaging her palm. “Even if it meant you could stay here? With me?”

Her eyes narrowed as she sucked in a breath. “Quincy, what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything. Is there a problem?” He smirked as he let his hand trail to her bare thigh. Their bodyguards waited at the other end of the courtyard with their backs turned, and the place was otherwise devoid of students since it was summer. He loved her soft skin, like flower petals, and his fingers slowly slid higher, up her dress, but stopped short of going further. Her eyes closed on a sigh, and she turned towards him as if to kiss him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“We… we can’t do this here.”

“So do you want to leave?”

“Won’t they ask questions if we leave early? Besides, we have to meet your father and my mom.”

Damn it, forgot about that.
He jumped to his feet, a wicked glint in his eyes as he pulled her up. “Come on, we don’t have much time.”

He made sure they headed in the opposite direction of the bodyguards and ducked into a building, Olivia laughing and asking what the hell they were doing. He didn’t answer, pulling her down the stone corridor. Eventually, he found a room with the door open and told her to get inside. No one had followed, so he closed and locked the door behind him, keeping the lights off as he glanced around.

“Well, isn’t this romantic,” Olivia laughed.

“Could be worse,” he said. “Could be the janitor’s closet.”

It wasn’t much better, but a room that appeared to be for nothing more than storage was better than no privacy at all, and he was not going to make it through an entire day without touching her or having her at least once.

“You had to wear a dress today,” he said. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. He pressed his body against hers, and she moaned, pressing her lips to his with such need he wasn’t sure he could take it. His hands moved to her dress and snuck underneath as she fumbled for his pants.

“Are you sure they won’t find us in here?” she asked against his lips.

Quincy groaned when her hand slipped down his pants and gripped him. “Yes, I’m sure. Damn, couldn’t have gone into a dormitory.”

“I’m sure we can find something,” she said and looked around. “There, that’ll work.”

She pulled away from him, and Quincy frowned at the loss of her touch but followed her across the room, through some shelves and to the back where a stack of blankets and pillows had been stored. His view of the door was totally blocked. It wasn’t a bad idea just in case someone did pop inside. They’d have a few seconds to gather themselves or hide.

When he turned back to Olivia, her dress was hiked up to her hips and she stared at him intently. No smile, just a look of such need, Quincy’s gut clenched and an answering need flooded his body. He kissed her again as they managed to lie back on the pile of blankets. Olivia moved a pillow behind her head, and once she was comfortable, pulled Quincy down to her. His lips moved over hers and to her neck, making his way to her collar bone and lower still. Her dress was strapless, and it had driven him crazy all morning seeing so much skin exposed, so much he could reach out and touch.

While one hand trailed delicately across the upper mounds of her breasts, the other slid up between her legs, pulled down her thong, and searched for her folds. He knew they didn’t have that much time, but the last thing he was going to do was rush someone who only last night had been a virgin.

The moment his finger found her clit and glided inside, they both sighed at the connection. He stretched her using another finger, moving them in a circular motion that made her squirm beneath him. Her hands buried in his hair. His erection grew painful in his pants as her wetness enveloped him, and she moaned at his touch moving slow and languid, in and out. Quincy flashed her a wicked grin before he turned his fingers and searched for just the right spot…

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“You want me to stop?” He let his thumb massage her clit while his fingers made a come hither motion inside of her, rubbing the sensitive spot inside her. Olivia’s back arched off the blankets, and he kissed her, swallowing her cries as he moved faster. “You didn’t answer.”

“No, God no. Don’t you dare.” The ragged whisper preceded her cries of pleasure. She squeezed his fingers tightly inside her, and just when the tremors started to wrack her body, Quincy leaned back and removed his hand. She frowned until she saw him undo his pants and place himself back on top of her.

The moment she spread her legs for him, Quincy was lost at the sight of her with her dress hiked up to her stomach and the top barely covering her nipples. Not for long. He wanted to see those, taste the sweetness of them as he took her again. He reached around to her side and pulled the zipper down, and she pulled the dress down the rest of the way for him. The moment she was free of it, his lips closed around her nipple and he pressed himself against her wetness.

Quincy nibbled, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him in. He could do nothing but oblige her and thrust inside in one smooth motion. She gasped, but when he glanced at her face, it wasn’t scrunched in pain but in languid pleasure as she took every inch of him and held there for a moment. His tongue licked and teased her nipple as he moved his hips and thrust inside her, slowly and deeply each time, making her legs tighten around him. She whispered his name, and he thrust faster, building the friction between them until he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

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.”