Whether I was in danger or not, I was still likely to be eliminated at the next elimination ceremony. Being more popular than Bridget was not something I ever expected to happen, but now that it had, and now that Selma was confirming it had caused me to draw ire from the King and Queen, I knew the e
“I don’t know anything about running a nation,” I said. “You are learning, and you’re learning quickly. Think of all the events, Piper. You’ve done so well. And the times that you hadn’t were because there were plots set against you.” “Plots against me are part of the competition. I should be ab
“They’re pushing him past his limits,” Julian said again, “And it’s about time too.” I looked at him sharply. Surely he couldn’t be happy that his brother was being harassed into uncharacteristic outbursts. He shrugged at my look. “He’s finally acting like a living breathing human in front of th
Palm trees zig-zagged around, some of them bent at odd angles. One even looked like it had grown sideways for a while before bending back upwards. Sitting there on the sideways part of the tree, was Nicholas. Just where Julian had said he would be. “Piper?” he called. I smiled a little as I wa
“But I thought…” My voice trailed. My brain was having a hard time processing Nicholas’s words, especially since my body was already kicking into overdrive. My core was getting hot and wet. I pressed my thighs tight together for friction. “Before you said…” It was hard to remember now. I forced my
“One second,” Nicholas said and stepped back from me, even as his gaze inspected and appreciated every square inch of my exposed skin, particularly my breasts and the apex of my thighs. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but every time he saw it, he looked as hungry and lustful as the first.
Nicholas kept his arms wrapped tightly around me as I slowly returned back to myself. It took a good long while for my heartrate to return to normal, and even longer for my breathing. I was sore from having lost my virginity, but pleasantly so. It wasn’t overly painful. It felt more like an… aware
Eventually, though, we both gave in to our more mature impulses and separated so Nicholas could get dressed. He slipped on his shorts, and then held up the shirt that had been our blanket. It was almost certainly ruined: wrinkled and covered in sand, with a few mystery wet spots here and there. He