He moaned into my mouth, his one hand flyingover my cock, and his other hand wandering— Oh, hello! He shoved fingers into my crack, one finding my hole. I moaned, unable to keep kissing him as I flew higher with the knowledge that he wanted my ass. That cool, smooth cock fucking me? Yes!
I came in his hand, my hips jerking and cheeks clenching. His finger teased my hole as he milked every drop out of my throbbing dick. Maybe my sweet little Prince Popsicle wasn’t so untouched after all?
“You wanna fuck me?” I managed to asked him.
He pushed just the tip of his finger into my ass and grinned like a glittering devil when I grunted and my hips jerked again. “Yes, I do. Next time?”
I laughed and kissed him, loving that he was already planning. “Next time.”
I might not know what the hell was going on with anything else or be able to change a single bit of my current fate, but I could absolutely let the Winter Prince take me any way he wanted.
Chapter 7
Someone had hung my clothes up around the fire, and everything was mostly dry as I got dressed. “I’m sorry that me crossing the barrier into Spring didn’t work,” I said as I pulled on my pants.
Flurry nodded, his back to me as he dressed.
I got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it. “We can talk through it with everyone when we get back. See what else there is to try.”
He finished dressing, said not a word, and walked out of the tent.
Ah, shit. Was he regretting what we’d done? Rescinding that next time we’d talked about? Or was he upset that I’d failed to deliver after all my talk about doing whatever I could to help break the curse? If it was the former, I’d offer friendship and reassurance. The latter? Well, I’d let him know I wasn’t going to back down just because a lake tried to drown me.
I stomped into my boots and left the tent.
Immediately, several people went into the tent withchests. I peeked back inside and realized they were putting all the furs and pillows and such into the chests, cleaning up. Anyone with a nose was going to know what we’d done in there. Hopefully, the prince wouldn’t get any more upset about the potential gossip.
Flurry wasn’t far away, standing beside his unicorn and putting on a pair of gloves. Despite there being a servant holding the unicorn’s reins, I went over to try and sort things out now.
“Your Highness?—”
“Go ride in the carriage with Lady Lennon.” He made a shooing motion.
I looked over in time to see Giselle step up into a large white carriage pulled by four dove gray horses with white manes and tails. First, she would definitely know what we’d been doing in the tent if she was so tuned into the gossip of the land, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about that. Second… “I’m fine now. I can ride?—”
Flurry’s wings appeared in a puff of glitter and propelled him right up into my personal space. I almost took a step back as he glared up at me.
“I thought you weredying,” he whispered harshly. “The snow was crawling over your skin, you were turning blue, and I thought you weredying.”
Holy shit, he did care.
“I’m not,” I whispered, wanting to touch him but not sure if I should. “I promise I’m okay.”
He swallowed so hard I heard it, and his wings vanished as he stepped back. “Ride in the carriage. It’s warmer in there.”
“I like the cold.”
Peeking up at me through his snowflake lashes, I could’ve sworn his eyes got even bluer as a pink blush stained his cheeks. Was he remembering me sucking his popsicle, too?
“You can have as much cold as you wish,” he whispered. “But only when I can control it.” And he pointed at the carriage with his little royal finger.
I could have as much cold as I wanted as long as he was controlling it? Good god. I headed for the carriage with a grin on my face and a throb in my cock as I imagined what he meant to do to me. And I’d definitely make sure he had the chance to inspect every inch of me for frostbite to reassure himself that I was fine.
Someone held the carriage door open for me, and I stepped inside. I was glad Giselle—er, Lady Lennon—was sitting with her back to the front so that I could sit facing forward. I sometimes got carsick; was carriage-sick a thing?
“Mister Hawkins,” she said with a smile, “you gave us all quite a fright. How are you now? Psychologically speaking.”
I didn’t want to think about it, so I smiled right back. “Well, it’ll be a while before I go swimming next, but I think I’m okay.”
