Charmed By The Mountain Prince(20)

These four walls feel much too cramped. Not enough space for two of us.

I look over my shoulder and see her, wrapped in a towel, looking for clothes in her suitcase. My cock twitches at the sight of her bare shoulders and dewy face. What I wouldn’t do to rip that terrycloth off and throw it across the room.

“There’s some drawers over there,” I tell her, nodding to the dresser in the corner. “You don’t have to leave your stuff lying around.”

“Seriously? Garrick, I’ve been here less than one day. Can you give me a break, just like a little bit? I’ll unpack, but God, it’s been like five seconds.”

I know that defending myself, explaining that I didn’t mean she needed to do it right now, that I just wanted to tell her I made space for her, won’t do any good. Instead, I stand, take another drink of the black coffee I got from the shop in town.

“This is an arranged marriage, Iris. I didn’t pick this match either. We’re going to have to compromise.”

Still hovering over her suitcase, she bristles. “I was totally tricked into this. I thought I was marrying a prince who at least wanted a wife.”

“Oh, Princess, nobody tricked you. Your daddy was desperate.”

“Don’t talk about my father. You don’t know him, and you don’t know me. So I’ll tell you a few things, since you didn’t ask. I may have loved our time last night, but I am not just going to take it up the ass.” She crosses her arms, and walks toward me, obviously wanting to make her point crystal clear. “I’m not going to budge on the hot water issue,” she says, “or the refrigerator issue. I’m not asking for the freaking world, or the castle, or a maid, or even a car. I just want to dry my hair.”

“Oh, I see.” I snort. “So you’re laying down an ultimatum now? One morning without your precious hairdryer and you’re hoping to strike a deal? I don’t do deals, Princess.”

“I didn’t ask you to make a deal with me, Garrick. I’m just telling you like it is.” She drops the towel and tosses it on the floor.

My eyes rake over her gorgeous, naked body. Her hips are begging me to hold them, her breasts full and made for a titty-fuck. Her pussy is perfectly shaven, perfectly mine.

She wants to fight? Fine. I’ll just have to get her on her back and make her stop all this fussing.

“How it is, huh?” I ask, taking her by the waist and drawing her to me. “I know you don’t want to take it up the ass, but Princess, your pussy will do just fine.”

“Are you kidding me?” Iris asks, looking up at me.

“What’s your deal, woman? I thought you were ready to go again.”

“You’re wrong.” She pushes away from me. “You don’t want to play games? Fine. I don’t either. You don’t want to make a deal? Fine. I don’t either. You want to have sex with me? Fine. Move me out of this shack.”

“What are you getting at?” I step toward Iris again, still enamored with the rise and fall of her tits, but also the rise and fall of her question.

Move out of the shack?

“You heard me, Garrick. You know perfectly well what I’m saying to you. You want this,” she asks, gesturing up and down her body. Her bare naked body. “Then you need to change this.” She waves her hand around my cabin.

I sigh, running my hand over my jaw.

“Your body has a price, that’s what you’re saying?” I ask.

“Not a price. I’m looking for respect Garrick.”

I woke this morning wanting to make a bridge from her world to mine. I got her fucking coffee and thought she’d be able to handle a conversation. I thought the two of us could sit on the front porch—my front porch—and talk things out like reasonable adults.

She wants to fight instead?

I’m not leaving this place, not for her, not now. Not ever.

“So what’s it going to be?” Iris asks. She reaches for the towel on the floor but makes no move to wrap it around herself. The confidence this woman has is intoxicating. She shakes her wet hair out, droplets of water falling across my hardwood floor.

My floor. In my cabin. The place I’m not leaving for anyone. Especially someone who won’t calm the fuck down and talk things through. She’s so riled up.

I’m not going to be swayed by one pussy, no matter how perfect it is.

“Princess, you’re not going to move me with those tits. It’s going to take a lot more than that. This is our house. So you can just get the idea of leaving out of your pretty little head. This idea you have of us moving to the castle? No way in hell.”