Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(75)

“Yes.” My lips part, and my tongue explores his mouth.

Shane grinds his hard cock against the nub, and my breath hitches. The sensation skitters across my skin and burrows into my nerves setting them aflame.

He nudges into me, filling my * exquisitely. I love that his cock is long and the right thickness. It rubs against the slit, and it pulses deep inside. He buries himself up to the base, hitting the most delicate areas.

“Oh Shane.”

“Oh princess.” He eases in and out, each thrust generating intense pleasure.

“Harder,” I beg.

He f*cks me, bringing me closer to orgasm, and my sex tightens around him.

“If you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come.” There’s a tease in his voice. He has never left me hanging. Satisfaction is always guaranteed with him.

He pumps his cock into my * and ramps me up until the orgasm explodes, quivering my sex.

“When you come, it feels unbelievable.” Shane’s cock shudders and the warmth of his seed spills into me. Someday we’ll have children.

“Do you want me to clean you, my princess?” he asks, kissing my hand like a prince, which I no longer want him to be.

“Stay inside me. I want to feel all of you.”

We lie together, holding each other, and I know that we were always meant to be together. I will always love him.





Epilogue


Shane


Sitting in an Adirondack chair on the Kenai River at our fishing camp, I sip a cold one. It’s been a quiet five years since Fay married. She and Tanner come up every summer and we see them in the winter in St. Croix.

Our three-year-old twins chase each other like wild Indians, Gracie screaming her head off while Josh tries to catch her. Dad catches Josh, and Josh shoots his toy gun. Dad falls down in mock death, and Josh giggles hysterically.

Gracie pounces on Josh. “Don’t hurt Papa.”

She shakes her finger and the bangles on her wrist at Josh. She’s a princess, and Cyn bitches at me about spoiling her with clothes and designer labels, which we can’t buy in Alaska, but we can when we travel. I can’t help it. Gracie is my little princess.

I laugh. A couple years after my older brother Red had died, his mother-in-law fell ill, so we adopted his son. He’s eight now and loves to help out by filleting the fish and rigging the fishing poles. He’s a natural tracker like his dad, and it’s a painful reminder of losing my big brother.

Willa graduated summa cum laude from Stu’s, and this summer, Aedan and she are filming a documentary on the Alaskan Interior and the people who live there. Right now, they’re standing on our dock on the Kenai salmon fishing with Red’s son. They’ll marry here like Cyn and I did almost five years ago.

My dad lives at our fishing camp all year round, and my sister Julie and her husband live here. During the fishing season, Julie and Dad are my top fishing guides.

Giving up on playing dead, Dad wrestles Josh and throws him up in the air. He chortles and grabs Dad’s beard.

Julie rubs her round belly where my nephew grows. They’ve decided on Skyler after our younger brother.

“Well, there’s my princess,” I say to Cyn as she nestles into my lap. She’s made a pot of chili, cornbread, and salads for our guests.

We’re packed all summer long. It’s not about the money for us. We have plenty, over a billion now. It’s about living here with our family and raising our children in Alaska.

Cyn wriggles her sweet ass into my groin causing me pain.

“You’re going to break my dick, princess,” I say, lifting her, so I can straighten my cock that’s seriously aches for her. Sex has only gotten more intense since marriage.

Gracie stops and runs pell-mell into my legs. “I’m your princess.” She pushes on Cyn to move her away, but that won’t happen because my arms are securely around her mom’s waist.

“You are my baby princess, and someday, you’ll meet you’re not so Prince Charming, and you will be his princess until I kill him.” I dread the day she starts dating, especially if she’s a handful like Cyn was.

She pushes out her lower lip. “I’m your princess, Daddy.”

Both my kids make me laugh. They’re our joy.

I ruffle Gracie’s hair. “You are, but so is Mommy.” I pull Cyn closer to me, smelling that spicy scent of her.

“I think my princess and I need some alone time,” I say into her neck, her perfume stiffening my cock. We have sex a lot still. There are days when we stick Julie or Dad with the twins all day.

“Hey, Dad,” I say. “Watch the kids for an hour.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Cyn doesn’t even blush. We both need each other, and I will never let go of my princess.

THE END