Fairytale Come Alive (Ghosts and Reincarnation #4)(97)

His face went into her neck and, with lips below her ear he replied, “Yes, relax.”

“I can’t relax!” she snapped then started struggling again. “Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened! Sally caught us in bed.”

He rolled on top of her to control her thrashing, caught her flailing wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her head. His face neared hers and he touched her lips with his.

“Baby, relax. It’s okay,” he assured her.

She glared up at him.

Then, eyes wide with horror and disbelief, she declared, “It is not okay!”

He grinned, “Why no’?”

“She’s going to freak!”

Prentice started chuckling.

“This isn’t funny!” Elle clipped.

Prentice was still smiling when he asked, “Did Sally look upset to you?”

He watched as Elle’s horrified face became thoughtful before she replied, “Well… no.”

“She’s no’ going to freak. She’ll be fine.” His head bent and his mouth went back to her neck. “She loves you,” he said there.

And he meant it.

He figured Elle didn’t hear him or didn’t process what he said because her wrists pushed against his. He pressed her wrists deeper into the bed.

She stopped pushing but declared, “Prentice, I know how this works. Sure, she seems fine now. But in fifteen years when she’s standing on top of a clocktower with an automatic rifle mowing down innocent bystanders, don’t call me asking what went wrong.”

At the thought of his effervescent Sally picking off innocent bystanders in a murderous rampage, Prentice burst into laughter as he rolled to his back, taking Elle with him. Her hands released, Elle immediately pushed up on his chest. His arms locked around her waist, holding her captive.

She stopped pushing and glared down at him. “I need to get up. I need to make pancakes. I need to find out how to erase Sally’s memory.”

He grinned at her and said, “Sally doesn’t need her memory erased.”

She wasn’t listening.

She was looking at the headboard muttering, “I’m sure the military has something. Who do I know in the military?”

He was back to laughing when his hand slid up her spine, into her hair and he bent her head to his, maneuvering it so his mouth was at her ear.

Softly, he ordered, “Forget about mind control drugs. You have more pressing things to see to this morning.”

Her head twisted and she looked at him. “Yes? And those would be?”

His other hand caught hers and guided it between their bodies. Then he curled her fingers around his stiff cock.

Her eyes grew wide the moment before they went dazed.

There it was.

He had her.

“That,” he whispered.

“We can’t do that,” she whispered back but her hand moved, forming a tight fist, her thumb sliding over the tip.

Christ.

Magnificent.

“We can,” he groaned.

“What if the kids –?”

“They won’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“Aye.”

Her hand stroked then her thumb circled the tip.

Prentice gritted his teeth.

Her mouth went to his neck and she whispered, “We’ll be fast.”

“You go fast, baby, there’ll be consequences.”

Her head came up, her hand stroked and his body liked it so much his h*ps involuntarily bucked.

When her eyes met his, he demanded on a rumble, “I want your mouth to work me and I want it to work me slow.”

Her lips parted, her eyes glazed, her hand clutched his c**k tightly, he growled and she breathed, “But… pancakes.”

“We have an hour.”

“But –”

His hand fisted in her hair and he forced her mouth to his.

Then he kissed her.

When he was done, his voice throaty, he ordered, “Slow.”

“Okay,” she agreed immediately.

Then her face disappeared in his neck and she used her mouth on him, going to his collarbone then down his chest. He pushed himself up so his shoulders were against the headboard as she went further down.

Then further down.

Then further.

His hands gathered her hair and pulled it back just in time to watch Elle slide his c**k into her mouth.

Then he watched as Elle, in her sexy, satin and lace nightie worked him.

Slow.

It was magnificent.

* * * * *

He lost her.

And Prentice knew it was the f**king photographers.

He’d had her. She was back.

Entirely.

Then she slid away.

And, as the day progressed, she retreated more and more until he lost her.

They were late leaving the guest suite because, after Elle took care of Prentice with her mouth, Prentice took care of Elle in the shower with his fingers.

Then, considering she smelled like lilies of the valley, she looked so f**king sexy with her hair wet and he hadn’t had his c**k inside her for over twenty-four hours, he took care of both of them in the bed.

She’d been collapsed on top of him, her face in his neck, her breath had slowed, her bodyweight fully relaxed and heavy on him, his c**k still hard and imbedded in her wetness, when she suddenly jerked up.