“To the sitting room,” George said with a smile. They carried their wine glasses while Isahn followed along, toting his whiskey and the open bottles they’d gotten into.
“So, Burke?” George got straight to the point as she tucked herself beneath Isahn’s arm.
Hildy inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. “It’s done.”
“Done, done?”
“Done.Finigo.Finished.”
“No more Hildy, Dunstan, Burke drama. Wow. What made you end it?”
“You two, actually.” Hildy looked between them, her gaze lingering on Isahn. “Things we talked about. Seeing you together.”
He nodded, and George wondered what sort of topics her love and her best friend discussed on their lengthy journey. They’d recappedhertime while he was away, but not the entirety of his, just the Peros part.
“You know, we’re maybe not the best example of how to find love, right?” George cracked a smile.
“Now, whatever could you mean by that,Mira?” Isahn rumbled, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth over her thigh.
“I wasn’t even thinking about the prisoner thing! We’ve had a bit of a whirlwind romance. Wouldn’t you say? Less than three weeks from meeting to first declaring our love?”
“Fair enough,” he replied with a shrug that ended with a squeeze around her shoulders.
Hildy chuckled. “I’m not expecting what the two of you have. I suppose I just... well... I’m expectingsomethingnow.”
“Where before you felt nothing?” George clarified, wanting to be sure she wasn’t misunderstanding.
“Oh, I felt many somethings. But I think they were the wrong somethings?”
Isahn nodded sagely, and George narrowed her eyes at him. What was he catching that she was missing? She’d have to pick his brain later. There’d be plenty of time. They had plenty of time.
Pressing against Isahn in an attempt to suppress the overwhelming urge to climb inside him, she squeezed his hand. Her future husband, her future king. He wasn’t going anywhere.
thirty-six
George sees the sun.
“Getoverherewiththat little arse of yours.” Isahn grabbed George and sent sultry cords of water coiling around her backside, urging her heart rate sky high and her body toward his.
She’d nearly made it back to bed after her morning trip to freshen up, but he was too impatient, apparently.
His warm, rough hands wrapped around her arms as he pulled her down and rolled her in one swift move. She found herself lying face down by his side, bare bottom up to greet the day.
Squealing into the pillows, George kicked her legs as he dove onto her, pressing his face right into her “little” ass—it most definitely was not—and giving her amostlygentle bite, smack in the middle of her left cheek.
His fingers trailed up the sensitive backs of her thighs as he lay there, using her rump as a pillow.
“Get off me.” She laughed as she bucked her hips off the bed, loving his weight on her.
Isahn only held on tighter, and his fingers found their mark, slipping between her legs to expertly stroke her slit.
“Ohh,” she moaned into the pillow, parting her thighs for him.
Letting out a hungry chuckle, Isahn’s weight shifted as he moved down the bed.
“Up,” he demanded, his big hands sliding beneath her hips, fingers pressing into her belly as he lifted her ass, baring her center to him.
She was completely at his mercy, and shewantedit, content to pass off control for the time being. Fully exposed, the cool morning air brushed over her wet center. When Isahn swept a finger, featherlight, over her clit, then pulled away, George pulsed, probably visibly, in anticipation.
