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There were tiny rows of goose bumps on her shoulders; I could feel them under her shirt. I unzipped my jacket and wrapped it around us both. “I don’t want you getting cold,” I explained, not pointing out that it was I who’d removed her coat a second ago.

Scotch pushed off my chest, creating a small gap. “I’m melting. Trust me.” Then she lifted my shirt from my pants, exposing my torso. The lust that made her pupils dilate had my heart thumping. I didn’t even care when she palmed my muscles and touched my crown tattoo.

I hadn’t known how to react when she’d told me she knew I was a prince. The newspaper gossip rags had lots to say about us being “Mafia Royals,” but there was a difference between being a Mafia prince and havingactualblue blood.

The magazines hadn’t mentioned anything about real royalty. I knew because we had people assigned to read those things for us. So ... how did Scotch know?She worked at the Dirty Dolls,I reasoned through my fog.Maybe Thorne got drunk and bragged.He’d been known to.

She scratched my sternum with her nails and erased my thoughts. Shutting my eyes, I pushed my molars together and groaned. That made her do it again, each motion rocking through my blood and into my shaft.

I wanted my control back. I knew how to get it.

“Ah!” she gasped as my hand slid under her panties. I stopped right over the little “w” shape that her pussy made from this angle. One fingertip sank lower; I dipped it inside, dragging the slippery liquid over her very awake clitoris. “Oh, holy hell,” she mumbled, falling against my shoulder.

Rubbing her softly, I carefully guided her to the hard ground. Sand and browned grass made a poor bed, but neither of us cared. With ease I rolled her on top of me.

Something soft caught under my back. It was the stuffed rabbit I’d won for her. Thoughtlessly I threw it aside, not wanting to think about the target shooting, about Scotch with her steady hands and quick aim.

Peeling her shirt over her loose bra, which barely hung on by the straps, I breathed across her firm nipples. Her eyes fluttered; I kissed her soft skin and purred like a tiger against her plush body.

Unable to wait any longer, I pulled her jeans and panties down her ass, just enough to make room for us in between. She fumbled to get my pants out of the way; my cock pushed against my waistband before she exposed it to the night air.

I was so hot I kept waiting to see billows of steam swarming off my body. Scotch glanced down, just once, as if she wanted to make sure she was lining herself up right with the fat tip of my prick.

Then she gazed down on me, and I could have been lying under the sun itself. Basking in her glow should have melted the crusted ice around us ... should have meltedme. Was being with her karmic? Did I deserve a sliver of good in my life after all?

No. I could never have suffered enough to deserve this.No one could have.

“Costello,” she moaned, spreading herself and sliding me inside. My heels dug into the dirt, I braced myself and pushed along her tight walls. All the noise in the world vanished as I lived through the luxuriating pace of her descending my shaft.

Finally she sat on me, our bodies linked together. My cock pulsed; her sweet pussy hugged me back after every beat. There was no cold here. There was only us.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I kissed behind her ear, along her temple, and back to her mouth for more of her agile tongue. Squeezing my thighs, I thrust upward, daring her to think she was in control just because she was on top.

She bounced her ass on me, hungrily searching for more and more of my thickness inside her. The fair was loud, but there was a chance we were louder. “That feels so good,” she said, holding on to me as she ground her hips hard.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I’m coming. I’m—ah!” My words faded into a gritty snarl. All the muscles in my throat stretched taut, my head falling back as I reached upward forever and ever, trying to bury myself deeper in Scotch in a way that wasn’t physically possible. My orgasm shook us both, and she shuddered, biting my shoulder as she came as well.

I was nowhere near finished. Kneading the globes of her ass, I pumped a few more times, testing her sensitivity as I built myself back into a stiffer hard-on than I’d started with.

Scotch put her forehead on mine. “Wait,” she gasped.

“No. Not even for a second.”

Her smile was coy. “We should go somewhere warmer. Drier,” she added with emphasis. “I think my toes are numb. I don’t want us getting frostbite or pneumonia or something.”

She was right; getting pneumonia wasn’t a great idea. I flicked my eyes up. “There’s a hotel not far. We’ll change and head there.”

We redressed on the sandy patch of grass. Parts of my outfit were damper than others, having sat on old, stubborn ice. As I pulled her to her feet, she tensed in my grip. “Oh,” she sighed, staring just beyond my shoulder. Twisting sharply, I spotted the wet, mud-stained lump where it floated lazily in the river. It could have been any regular garbage—there was plenty of that in the water.

The rabbit.The prize I’d won for her.

In my rush I’d discarded it. I hadn’t cared then because I’d been swept up in her warm lips. But there was no denying the disappointment in her eyes as she stared after the ruined toy. A cold pit grew in my guts. “I’ll win you another one,” I said.

“No,” she laughed. “It’s okay.” Clinging to my hand, she pulled me up the slope and back toward the city lights. There were hotels nearby, soft beds and safer places to roll our bodies together. “Besides, when would we find the time? We need to keep moving. You know that.”

I did know that. I’d just ... forgotten.No,I realized with a start.That’s not it.I didn’t just forget anything. I wasn’t the type. What was going on here was something much more distressing.

These days with Scotch had been like nothing else. Fun, exciting, addicting. We were supposed to be solving a problem, but all I wanted to do ... was stay like this. Stay with her.