Chapter 11

Nicholas couldn’t believe his luck or lack thereof, as his gaze stayed locked with that of his runaway lover.

Outrage filled him, as he stared back and forth between her and his brother, wondering when this new development had occurred, and what it meant for him.

He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up further—not that he cared. All his plans of getting her back on his bed have now been flushed down the drain, because she was with Xavier now.

There was no mistaken what had gone down between the two, as they both were semi-naked, his brother more so than she was.

A shaky breath escaped him, then as he looked away from her, his gaze was caught by Xavier’s.

“Nick?” Xavier frowned, taking in the perplex expression on his brother’s face.

Nicholas swallowed, his gaze switching to Adriana, unsure of what to say or do. Xavier shifted, covering her slightly. The gentlemanly move almost had him clenching his jaw.

“Nick,” Xavier said a little louder this time, jerking his attention back to his brother. “What are you doing here? Why are you staring at her like that?”

Nicholas couldn’t bring himself to articulate a response. For the first time in his life, he was incapable of speech and he would have been embarrassed, if it was any person other than Xavier.

Xavier cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

He clenched his jaw. What did he say to that? No, you just fucked up a plan that has been seventy two hours in the making.

“You left me,” he uttered, his gaze hard on Adriana. “You left me without a word or a goodbye.”

“I…” Adriana began, clearing her throat, swallowing a lump that had begun to rise, clutching Xavier’s robe like it was her lifeline. “I thought that was what you would have wanted.”

Xavier stared back and forth between the two with confusion, trying to connect the dots between their words and shock at seeing each other.

It was obvious from their stance that they have met already, and knew each other. But from what he could deduce, they didn’t know each other, because if they did, they wouldn’t have been as surprised to see each other as they were now.

Was that why Adriana had asked him how many of him there were? Had she told Nicholas about her tattoo? Had she slept with Nicholas too? Had she thought that he was Nicholas?

His jaw clenched at the thought, not wanting to give a thought at the possibility that Adriana had only slept with him because she thought he was his brother. Or that her attraction to him was solely because she was attracted to Nicholas and she thought he was him.

“Initially,” Nicholas responded, breaking Xavier out of his reverie.

“Did you think I was Nicholas?” Xavier questioned, his gaze hard on Adriana, watching with vain satisfaction as she squirmed on her feet.

“Xavi I…” she paused, wetting her lips, making him track the movement with his eyes. It was cute that she was using a nickname on him, but it still didn’t deter from the fact that she had slept with him, thinking he was his brother. He knew it was true, he just wanted her to confirm it, no matter how hurtful it would be. He wanted her to tell him with her voice, he needed to hear the truth from her. He at least deserved that.

“Answer the question Adriana,” he rasped, his voice as hard as steel, making her flinch, and clutch the robe even tighter. “Did you or did you not have sex with me thinking that I was Nicholas?”

“I did,” she replied, hanging her head low, as if she was ashamed to admit to that simple fact.

Jealousy ignited within his blood, with anger fanning the flames. Never in his life had he been jealous of his brother. But at this moment, he hated that Nicholas had gotten to his woman first.

He wanted to blame her for the mistaken identity but he knew that it wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t the first person to mistaken one prince for the other. But it was the first time that he had felt such ire at the innocent mistake.

His heart was crashing in his ribcage, like a prisoner rattling the bars of his cage.

He had no idea what to do with this new development, and so, he did the one thing he could think of, to make sure that the attraction between them was real, and not some preconceived attraction towards his brother alone.

He palmed the back of her neck, and brought her closer to him, pressing his lips on hers. She stiffened, her body going rigid against his before she tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck, molding her body to his, pressing her body flush against his, as she attacked his lips.

The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle, it wasn’t as sexy as their other kisses neither was it filled with the intensity of the others. It was more like a punch to the mouth but with lips instead of a fist.

His hands landed on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer, the hard lines of his lips melting against hers, as his tongue slid into her mouth. His thigh slid between her legs, parting the robe, to reveal her nakedness. A hint of something warm and woodsy filled her nostrils as she dragged in a gasping breath.

Nicholas let out a shocked, chocked gasp, as he watched his brother devour his woman, his blue in front of him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snapped, his voice a low growl that the words were barely intelligible, as if he was more animal than man.

Adriana’s mind was reeling, as Xavier broke the kiss. She felt like the room was spinning around her, and if it weren’t for his hands holding her, she was pretty sure she would be stumbling sideways like a drunk.

Her lips tingled, and she wanted to brush her fingertips over them to make sure that they were still attached to her body but she couldn’t seem to make her hands work, or any part of her body for that matter. It was the most erotic kiss she had ever shared with either of the princes. And the fact that Nicholas was standing there and watching, only made it more erotic.

She was well and truly turned on. And she knew without a doubt that if she were to stick a finger between her thighs she would find herself dripping with slick. The notion would have embarrassed her, if she hadn’t felt Xavier’s hardness poking at her, through the robe. It was then that she realized that he was standing naked before her, his ass to his brother.

A quick glance at Nicholas ensured her that he too was as hard as his brother and she wondered what was going to happen now that they were all aroused.

Would they want to tag team her together? Oh, what a delicious thought.

She moaned slightly, clamping her thighs together, to stave off her need.

“Fuck!” Xavier muttered, his eyes heating up as he took in her aroused state. “You’re insatiable,” he whispered in awe, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. “I love that about you. But we can’t, not now at least.”

His gaze moved back to Nicholas, who stared back at him, with anger in his eyes. “Go get some sleep,” he said to Adriana, not taking his eyes off of Nicholas. “We’ll talk later. There’s something my brother and I need to discuss.”

A whine of protest escaped her lips softly, making Xavier chuckle as he looked down at his hardened member. “Just think of me and my blue balls all day,” he whispered against her ear, biting the lobe hard, chasing away the pain with an openmouthed kiss, eliciting a loud moan from her. “And Nicholas’ too.”

“Xavi…” she began to protest, but he shut her up with a kiss, enjoying the growl of frustration that left his brother’s lips.

“Off you go, Vixen. We’ll talk later,” he stated, ushering her out of the door, before Nicholas could stop either of them.

***

Adriana paced back and forth in her studio, her mind stuck on the scene back in Xavier’s room with Nicholas.

How stupid of her to just assume that Xavier was Nicholas. She should have questioned the change in his eye color and mannerism more thoroughly, before jumping in bed with him. She should have questioned the change in his cologne, and his scent.

She should have questioned him again, when he had used a condom, instead of fucking her bare. She should have voiced out her thoughts, when he had whispered his desire to fuck her bare, and fill her with his cum, when in her mind she knew that it had already happened–except it hadn’t been with him. Oh, her idiosyncrasy knew no bounds it, it would seem.

And then Xavier had came back into the room with Nicholas in tow, just after fucking her raw. And then he had kissed her in front of Nicholas, the most dirtiest kiss they have ever shared, making it more erotic with Nicholas’ presence.

What alarmed her the most was that the situation hadn’t been off putting. It had turned her on the more, knowing that Nicholas was watching. But that was then, and now… now, things were different.

She wasn’t back at Xavier’s room, with him as a crutch, nor was she half naked and sex crazed.

Now, she was at her workshop clothed, and about to meet with Nicholas. She was beyond mortified, and had no idea what to do in his presence. She had no idea what he thought of her. Did he think she was a sex fiend for going after his brother? Or did he think less of her now that he knew that she had slept with his brother? Would he criticize her work or her as a person? Or worse, would he tell her superiors that she had breached the contract as an act of revenge, for daring to fall in bed with his brother, after leaving him alone in the hotel?

The what ifs made her dizzy with anxiety, making her lose focus from what she was supposed to do.

Deciding that she had paced for too long, and wasted an awful lot of time, catching up on her sleep, she decided to make use of her time to balance her thoughts, by finishing up the tux she had started making for Xavier.

She began to pin pieces of the fabric in place on a mannequin, her hands shaking slightly as thoughts of Nicholas refused to leave her mind. A pin pricked her thumb, making her cuss as she straightened, making a move to put it in her mouth except someone had beat her to it, a certain someone who hadn’t left her mind, a certain someone she hadn’t heard enter her domain.

“Nicholas,” she whispered breathlessly, as he took her thumb in his mouth, swirling his tongue sensually on the digit.

His eyes were twin pools of desire, his slate greys heavily blown out, as he continued to stroke her thumb, making her squirm in her skirt.

What was it about these princes that made her forget herself, and made her wanton with desire? What was it about them, that made her ruin her panties without so much as a word passing between them? What was it about them that kept her in a constant state of perpetual need in their presence?

She panted, thinking about all the dirty things he could be doing with his tongue on her, instead of stroking her thumb. Wetness slithered against her thighs, making her unconsciously rub them together, her clit pulsing with need.

“Nicholas,” she breathed again, her gaze on his, her need reflected in his irises, as he continued to sensually stroke her thumb.

With an audible pop, he released her thumb and straightened up, taking a step back, away from her. “There,” he grinned. “All better.”