Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Goodnight, Teddy!” I yell, upside down and waving at nothing.
“Goodnight, Lily Pad!” Teddy’s laughing; I can hear it in her voice. “Don’t fall into the moat.”
“No promises!”
Tristan pushes through the door, the night air cool against my bare legs. He doesn’t put me down until we’re at the SUV. He leans over me and buckles me in, his hand lingering on my thigh where the slit opens.
“That dress,” he says, low and dangerous.
“It’s gold. Fit for a princess.”
“It’s short.”
“Oh.” I pretend to just now see that. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I noticed every man in that bar noticing.”
I smirk up at him mischievously. “Then maybe you should take me home and remind me who I belong to.”
He slams the door and circles to the driver’s side. When he pulls out of the parking lot, his tires spin, sending gravel spraying.
I’m drunk and extra horny now. I slide my hand across the center console to his thigh, finding him hard through his jeans.
“Lily,” he warns, but it only makes my nipples harden.
“What?” I lick my lips. “You came and got me. Now what are you going to do with me?”
The SUV swerves onto a narrow side road and stops in the grass on the shoulder. I don’t get a chance to say anything. He’s got my seat belt off and me straddling him in a flash.
“Couldn’t wait.”
“Neither could I.”
He pushes my dress up, my underwear aside, and frees himself from his jeans. I’m already wet, always for him. In one perfect thrust, he fills me, my head falling back. Tristan pulls down the front of my dress, my tits spilling free.
“Be a good princess and stay still,” he growls, grabbing my hips. I might be riding him, but he’s got all the control; his fingers digging into my hips, he lifts and drops me back down onto his cock.
“Love you,” I pant against his mouth. “Love you, love you, love you.”
“Love you.” He bites my shoulder, my neck, and my jaw. “My princess. My wife. My fucking—”
I come, hard and sudden, clenching around him. He follows, groaning into my skin, spending himself inside me like he has a thousand times, like he will a thousand more.
We breathe hard; the windows are now foggy. Somewhere, our castle waits with its moat and its towers and our three boys sleeping in the east wing.
Tristan kisses me softly and slowly. “Home,” he says.
“Home,” I agree.
We have the castle, the crown, and our own little heirs sleeping soundly. But as Tristan shifts the SUV back into drive, I smile, knowing that no matter how big my kingdom grows, my favorite territory will always be right here.