Page 8 of Royal Academy

Princess Lia was leaning in close, her sweet breath brushing his face and her hands were still cupping his whiskered cheeks.

“I was going to give you mouth to mouth resuscitation,” she said without hesitation. “You were unconscious.”

“I was still breathing!” Nick grabbed her by the waist and set her to the side of him.

The last thing he needed was Benedick’s little sister feeling his growing wood. What had come over him?

No, what had come over her?

Lia blinked in confusion, “Oh, I suppose you are right.”

Then she grinned, and he felt as if the sun had just decided to shine down upon him. This only served to piss him off further.

“Don’t you watch where you are going?” he demanded.

Lia’s smile dimmed and he wanted to kick his own ass for hurting her even in this small way.

“The same could be said for you,” she retorted and then winced when she brought a hand up covered in blood.

“You’re bleeding!” he panicked looking around as if a nurse would suddenly be popping out of the foliage.

“Brilliant, Sherlock, nothing gets past you!” her words dripped of sarcasm.

She lifted her elbow and there was a jagged cut from a rock she had fallen against. Not seeming overly concerned. Lia whipped her shirt over her head and pressed it to the wound.

Nick’s eyes bulged and he looked everywhere but at his friend’s little sister who had a surprisingly perfect pair of tits cradled in a hot pink sports bra. He could see her round nipples through the fabric, although he was trying not to look.

Who knew she had that under her granny clothes?

“You can’t get naked out here!” Nick demanded.

Lia had quite enough of his high handed attitude. Rising to her feet he noticed that her stomach was trim and flat. She wore tiny running shorts that would most likely be featured in his dreams that night. Long tone legs made up the perfect picture of sensual womanhood.

This was not good.

Not good at all.

She was Benedict's sister, hell that almost made her his sister.

Sister’s didn’t have tits. They were sexless like aunts and teachers. They didn’t have legs that one could picture wrapped around their waist or even better their head.

Lia eyed him warily, “You look weird, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

Nick’s pride demanded that he rise to his feet and escort her back to the castle. Just as soon as she had a shirt on.

“Fine,” he said curtly, “But you have to put your shirt back on.”

She raised the bloody object, “Not likely.”

With a grumble, Nick reached up and pulled his own athletic shirt off his body and yanked it over her head.

“Then you will wear mine,” he demanded. And when she started to argue he stepped in close giving her an intimidating glare.

It was then that her eyes registered that he was standing in front of her in a pair of running shorts slung low on his hips.

“Oh,” her mouth popped open in a perfect oval and all Nick could think about was her enthusiasm for oral.

It was going to be a long trip back to the castle.

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