They were back in the chair, the book open in Kelly’s lap and his hand tucked beneath the spine so he could touch her. It was like they’d never left. Kelly melted into him, her whole body relaxing as she realized they’d made it back once again. “Fuck. I’m still so horny.” He let his …
They had just arrived in the courtyard when Jay caught his first glimpse of Kelly. God, his heart started racing seeing her. The queen stood in front of her, teasing her as Kelly wore that same glazed expression as when her left her. He wondered what she’d been doing while he was gone. Seeing her …
In a weird way he couldn’t explain, Jay found wearing the gear almost dignified. The book was definitely starting to get to him. After he had been put into his gear, Simon led him out of his stall into the corral with twelve other men lined up in front of a huge carriage. They were …
This trip out of the village didn’t take long. Or maybe it was naked fear blinding Jay from noticing. He’d much rather his earlier moment with Marta to this consuming emotion. Simon was hopping up into the bed of the cart and unhooking him from the rail in moments. Jay was descending into a full …
Watching Jay being led away really fucked with Kelly’s head. Her chin was covered in the queen’s come, but every ounce of arousal was gone as she worried about him going to the village. The flashes of recollection she had weren’t fabulous, but she knew that he faced a public auction. She also knew the …
“But I’m not searching for anything.” That was the first thing she said when she came to and found herself naked and kneeling before a queen’s throne. Frustration bubbled up. Kelly hadn’t believed she needed anything before. Meeting Jay could be deemed as finding a nice thing. He’s definitely been a surprise she wasn’t anticipating. …
“Where are we going, Jay?” “Just wait. It’s a surprise, quit trying to spoil it.” Kelly kinda hated surprises. She would go looking for her Christmas presents as a kid and beg for hints if she couldn’t find them. She was notorious for reading the last couple pages of a book. Who wanted to read …
“Kelly, it’s been three weeks and you haven’t picked up a book once.” Call her crazy, but after that last shitshow with the gypsy and falling into a book, she was a little reluctant to even look at a book. “I’m pretty sure I have post traumatic stress syndrome.” Kelly shuddered as she looked across …