No Perfect Princess by Angel Payne & Victoria Blue

Author:Angel Payne & Victoria Blue [Payne, Angel & Blue, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00RSTOWQE
Publisher: Fin Mint Publishing
Published: 2015-03-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Michael

I woke up with a smile on my face.

Yeah, a real one. Not the left-over-from-the-sex-dream kind. Not the oh-yeah-it’s-Saturday kind, either.

It wasn’t Saturday. But I almost wondered if the dream thing was a factor. Maybe all the scenes in my head really were just that, and not the memories I’d tagged them as.

If that was the case, I didn’t care. Not one fucking bit.

Margaux in that incredible little dress. Her sassy ankle boots. Her messy, take-me-to-Nashville braid. The way she’d delighted in the parade like it was a multimillion-dollar Broadway spectacle. The way she’d become Mom’s cheerleader for the quilt competition. Even the way she’d gone all possessive alpha bitch at the diner, climbing into my lap with the surety of a minx.

I’d liked that part a lot. Almost as much as what we’d done in the barn after getting back here…

If it had been a dream, then I was left with only one choice of action. Take hammer. Pound self in head. Pass out again, for the chance of reliving the best fucking Fourth of July I’d ever had—with the exception of worrying like hell about Mom until Carlo came and took over.

I shifted a little, gazing out at the sunshine filtering through the trees, smiling at a mountain jay that landed on a branch outside the window. I grinned and murmured, “Yo, buddy. How’s it hanging?”

And now I was actually talking to birds. Add a tiara and a catchy tune, and I’d be ready to take the act up the freeway to Disneyland.

I still didn’t care. Another shift of my knee later, it was clear my cock didn’t, either. I hissed as the movement dragged the sheet across everything, moistening the fabric with arousal that was very real, even if its inspiration hadn’t been.

I exhaled hard, but quietly. Fuck. This boner wasn’t going away on its own.

Was there time to do something about it?

I slid a hand toward my groin. My dick jerked in anticipation, but I stopped short of getting to business. Another glance out the window. It wasn’t long after sunrise. No way Mom wasn’t awake yet, though I didn’t hear her downstairs. Good chance she was already up and out the door, maybe touring part of the orchard with Carlo.

And Margaux?

The guest room was next door. I didn’t hear her moving around in it. If she was still asleep—

You can just sneak in, slide under the covers with her—

And be paranoid about every damn squeak the bed made.

I palmed my balls. And clenched back a moan. Already tight, and ready. Dream Margaux had gotten me worked up like a hopeless sex addict. But was it addiction when only one woman filled me with this kind of craving? Made my shaft spurt even more anticipating milk as I pulled the sheet away from it…

The jay watched in curiosity as I slid my fist up my length. I looked away, closing my eyes, retreating to the haven of my mind.

The barn there. The woman inside that barn.

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