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Should I really date a crown prince?
Chapter Thirteen
Ben
Sam and I don't get that naked playtime in the hot tub after all, not that day or the next, but neither of us minds. We enjoy spending time with her parents, playing all sorts of board games and card games, not to mention going for snowy nature walks and taking trips into the village of North Slipperton. I keep trying to think of a gift I can buy for Sam for Christmas, but I haven't come up with the perfect idea yet.
We all take turns cooking meals too. I'm starting to feel like I've become a member of the Lockhart family, and they definitely treat me that way. Every time I think about that, I remember my family. Maybe I should go home to deal with my problems, but not yet. I need more time to decide what to do, or rather, how to convince my mother to let me lead my own life.
On my third day in New Hampshire, I finally retrieve my car from where it broke down on the road. When I'd asked Sam on day two whether we should get my car yet, she told me not to worry about that because "this isn't London, it's the backwoods of New Hampshire." Apparently, that means nobody will crash into the vehicle I hired. I took her word for that.
A tow truck hauls the car away to a repair shop in North Slipperton, and Sam and I ride back to the cabin on her snowmobile. We could've driven her car, but she loves to go very fast and cut across areas where there are no roads. The fact that my car doesn't work gives me another excuse to stay here. Do I need an excuse? I'm an adult and can do whatever I want, but I know my mother won't agree with that statement.
Chuck teaches me how to change a flat tire, though his car doesn't have a flat. He shows me how it's done anyway, in case I ever get myself into trouble on the road again. I remind him it wasn't a tire that did me in, but he just smiles and slaps my arm. I've decided that means he likes me. Knowing how to fix a flat is a useful skill, so I'm glad Chuck showed me that. I would offer to teach him how to give a massage, but that seems sort of…weird. No, I don't think I'll make that offer. Maybe I should suggest it to Sam instead.
Over the next several days, I don't get much time alone with her. It's all right, though. I haven't had this much fun in ages, and Sam's parents are a big part of the reason I'm feeling so good. I love my family, but Christmas back home has never been relaxed. It's a formal occasion with formal clothes and formal meals and all that "proper" rubbish. When I mention that to Sam, she seems confused.
"Have you never experienced a normal, old-fashioned Christmas?" she asks. "You've been living in England, so I figured you went to a friend's house for the holidays."
"No, I always went home to Mithoria like a good little boy. This is the first time in my life when I've had a normal Christmas. Or at least what most people think that means."
"For you, normal is stuffy and structured."
"Ah…yes. I'm grateful for all the advantages I've had, but it's nice not to worry about whether my collar is starched properly or if my shoes are polished to a blinding shine."
"Well, I'm definitely glad you ditched the formal Christmas for a down-home one with me."
Sam and I are sitting on the sofa, and we are at last alone. Chuck and Judy went into town to hunt for more gifts. Honestly, I don't know how those two have the energy for all the shopping they do. They invited me and Sam to go with them so we could have lunch at the Crab Cottage, but we opted to stay home. Every time anyone mentions that restaurant, I think I start to blush. What we did there… I can't believe I had sex in a public place. But I'd love to do it again.
Just not with her parents sitting across the table from us.
"Since we're alone," I say, slipping my arm around her shoulders, "why don't we finish what we started in the hot tub the other day."
"Ooh, I'd love that." She snuggles closer to me. "I've been hoping we'd get a chance to play in the hot tub again."
"Why don't you go out and get the jets bubbling while I grab what we'll need?"
"I hope you mean condoms."
"Yes." I raise my brows. "Condoms plural? How many do you think we'll need?"
"Depends on how long my parents are gone." She hops up and grabs my hands, urging me to get up too. "Get a move on, Ben. Don't want to lose our window of opportunity."
I rise and slap her arse. "Get a move on, Sam."
When I turn to walk away, she smacks my arse.
I glance back at her. "What was that for? Iamgetting a move on."
"Sorry, couldn't help myself. Your fine ass always makes me want to slap it or pinch it."
Her adorably sexy smile makes me want to throw her down on the sofa and start our naked fun right here and now. But I desperately need to shag her in the hot tub, so I restrain myself and hurry into her bedroom, where I've stashed my suitcases. Everyone kept tripping over them in the living room. I catch a glimpse of Sam racing past the doorway, heading for the porch and the hot tub. She's still dressed, but I imagine she wants to have her clothes out there with us in case her parents come home early.
I grab the box of condoms and rush after her.
By the time I get out onto the porch, Sam is in the hot tub—naked, with the jets bubbling all around her, making her tits float up and her hair fan out around her. She lies mostly submerged, with only her head out of the water. All of her creamy skin is on display.
I set the box of condoms on the ledge that surrounds the tub. Then I strip and jump in with her.
