“You’re welcome,” I tell Dom as we head from the lavish dressing room to the pool area. At a place this extravagant, it would be completely uncouth to change in your quarters and then walk to the pool in your bathing costume — instead, there are dressing rooms available.

“For what?”

“For getting the princess wet,” I tell him, smirking.

He looks over at me, one eyebrow raised.

“You sure that was your doing, grunting out there on the tennis court?”

“I suggested the pool, didn’t I?”

“I wasn’t talking about the pool.”

I chuckle, and Dom grins. Somehow, suddenly, the atmosphere shifts and instead of being awkward and uncomfortable between the two of us, it’s... friendlier.

We both want her. We know that. But now it feels like we’ve got a shared interest, instead of something we’re fighting over.

I’ll see how long it lasts.

We get in the water. It’s a little too late for the people who swim for exercise, but since it’s still morning, it’s too early for anyone to be having drinks by the pool, so we’ve got it to ourselves. I do a few laps while Dom does a few showboating dives.

Then the door to a private changing area opens. Dom pauses on the diving board, and I tread water as the princess steps into view.

God in heaven, she’s stunning.

Katarina’s wearing a white one-piece bathing suit with halter straps, but it’s got a plunging neckline that goes almost to her sternum, the curves of her full, perky tits just barely on display. I think my jaw drops, and for a moment I forget to tread water until I start sinking.

“Hi again,” she says, walking to the edge of the pool nearest to me. “Is it cold? I haven’t been in for a while.”

I swim over to her, and I hear the diving board sproing behind me as Dom jumps off again.

“Come on in, the water’s great,” I say.

She dips one toe in and makes a face, her hair a halo around her head.

“I think it’s fed by a mountain creek or something,” she says. “I don’t know. My father’s always going on about it, sometimes I don’t listen.”

Dom swims up next to me, and we both grab the side of the pool.

“You gotta just jump,” he says. “Come on, Princess. Be brave.”

She tilts her head, putting her hands on her hips.

“I tend to prefer the gradual approach,” she says. “A little at a time makes everything less intense.”

With that, she walks for the stairs at the other end of the pool, and Dom and I swim for her.

Katarina enters the pool to her knees, and then stops, crossing her arms over her stomach.

“You guys are liars,” she teases, a sly look in her eyes. “This is freezing.”

Neither of us answer for a moment, because her nipples are hard as diamonds underneath her white bathing suit.

Finally, Dom clears his throat.

“You get used to it,” he says.

“Come on, give me your hand,” I say, and hold my hand out.

“You’re going to pull me in,” she says suspiciously.

“I won’t,” I lie.

“You will.”

“Don’t you trust me, Princess?” I ask, grinning wickedly at her.

She frowns, but she holds out her hand.

I take it, wink at her, and pull her into the pool with a splash.

Katarina yelps and gasps. The water’s only about three feet deep here, so she’s not even fully submerged, just up to her waist, but I swear her nipples are even harder now, and I’m fucking staring. I want to grab one in each hand and pinch them until she moans, until it hurts just the tiniest bit, but it feels so good she can’t tell me to stop.

I want to push aside her pristine white bathing suit, lift her onto the edge of the pool, and suck those hard, pink nipples until she’s warmed up and moaning, slide my fingers under her suit and rub her clit slowly, drive her completely crazy.

“Your problem is that you’re not all the way in,” Dom is teasing her. He’s got her hand now, pulling her deeper into the water. “Once you’re really wet it just feels good.”

She blushes again at the double entendre.

She was thinking it too.

“Come on, Dominic, it’s cold,” she says, half-giggling.

“Princess, you can call me Dom,” he says.

“You two can call me Katarina.”

I grin, floating next to her, and grab her other hand.

“I like calling you Princess, Princess.”

Now she’s neck deep in the water, one of us on either side of her. Katarina’s green eyes are slowly getting wider, and whether it’s with cold or whether she’s realizing what we want I don’t know.

“It’s still freezing,” she admits. “But it’s kind of nice in here after getting all hot and sweaty playing tennis.”

“See? I told you,” I say.

The princess kicks her legs up and starts floating on her back between us, looking at the sky. Now every inch of her perfect body is on full view.

I don’t care how cold the water is, I’m impossibly hard.

“You don’t have to hover over me to make sure I don’t drown,” she teases. “I’ll be fine, I’ve been swimming my whole life.”

“We just thought we should keep you company,” Dom says, his eyes still raking over her body. “It was our idea to come here. It would be rude to—”

Another door to the pool area opens from the dressing rooms. Katarina stops floating, looking over at the side of the pool, and when she gets back on her feet her body brushes against mine on the way down, her leg against my thigh.

Her thigh against my cock, standing straight up like a goddamn flagpole. She just looks at me, surprise written on her face, but then the newcomer shouts.

“What a beautiful day, am I right?” Sven shouts.

I lock eyes with Dom, and I can tell we’re having the exact same thought: fuck this joker.

“Princess Katarina, looking lovely once more,” he says, coming up to the side of the pool. He’s got Hawaiian-patterned swim trunks on, his belly bulging slightly above them, pale, hairy, and doughy. I can see his tan lines where his shirts end on his arms.

“Thank you, Prince Sven,” Katarina says coolly.

He zeroes in on her nipples instantly.

“You cold? You look cold. You look real cold. I better get in there,” he says.

Without waiting for a response, he backs up a few steps, then runs heavily to the edge of the pool and cannonballs in, splashing all of us and making waves lap against the sides.

“Woo! That’ll put hair on your chest, huh? Though I guess I’m the only one in here who doesn’t need that,” he says.

Katarina just looks at him, perfectly straight-faced.

“Laugh, Princess. It was funny,” he says.

She tilts her head and smiles, just a little.

I think we’re about to have an excruciating time in this pool.