Chapter 8

I lie there strokingher back as she slips off to sleep. I've never felt so utterly content. Normally my mind is always racing, thinking about what needs to happen next. I never sit still, but I think I could lie like this for hours, enjoying the taste of her pussy still on my lips as I hold her close, reassuring her that she will wake in our bed and nowhere else.

The hitch of fear I heard in her words when she talked about the nightmare of waking up back at her uncle's hit hard. I knew what needs to be done. I'll rip that house down. There will be nothing left of it by the time I'm done with it. I'll own his land and everything he once called his own. Then I will give it to her to do whatever she wants with it.

When I hear soft little snores from her, I smile and slide myself out from under her. There are things that need to be done. I stare down at her naked body, her thick, long hair falling everywhere around her. My balls ache for release, and I know I won't be able to get anything done like this.

I undo my belt, letting out a small grunt of relief when I free my cock. Wrapping my hand around it, I look at my pure, innocent princess laid out in my bed for the taking. I remind myself to keep my control and that my reward for waiting is her innocence on our wedding night. I stroke my cock, wondering how it will ever fit into her tight little body. Maybe the next time I eat her cunt I should slip a finger inside her and start to get her body ready for more.

I stroke myself in an almost painful grip, knowing this won't take long. I lick my lips and wish I still had more of her taste on my mouth. When my balls draw up, I lean forward, letting the cum shoot out and land on her thighs, pussy and stomach. I moan her name as even more cum spills from me.

I want to beat my chest when I see the evidence of my release marking her flawless skin. Reaching down, I rub it into her skin before I pull the blanket over her. Then I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. She sighs quietly, and I have to fight myself from crawling into the bed next to her. I'll have a lifetime of nights in bed with her. Right now, I need to get us settled and ease my princess's fears.

I glance down at my still-hard cock and know he won't be going down until he gets what he wants, and what he wants is inside of her tight cunt. I tuck myself back into my slacks before heading into the bathroom and cleaning myself up.

Giving my girl one last look, I pull my cell phone out and see have messages from John and my mom. I shoot John a text, letting him know what I want done with her uncle's property and that he's going to be spending many nights to come in that jail cell, so he might as well make himself comfortable.

After I make my way to my office, I'm not surprised when I see my mom standing at my desk, which is now overflowing with wedding stuff. I have to fight a laugh. My dad is sitting off to the side reading a newspaper.

"You believe me now." He smiles at me, putting the newspaper down. He rises to his feet and comes over to give me a hug.

"I should have never doubted you," I admit. For the first time in my life I'm thankful I was wrong about something. He gives me a pat on the back.

"Don't fight your mom. Let her have this," he says low in my ear.

"Wouldn"t dream of it," I laugh, then turn to face my mom, who is about to explode with excitement.

"She's perfect," she tells me, as if I don't already know that. She"s more than perfect. A new word needs to be coined for what she is. I walk over and kiss her on the cheek. My dad sits back down and returns to reading his newspaper. He knows this is my mom's show now.

"I know," I agree, unable to stifle the giant smile on my face.

"You look so happy." My mom places her hands on my cheeks. "I can't remember the last time you smiled like this."

"I can't remember ever feeling like this, to be honest," I confess. This time she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I know she's right. I have been all work and no play. I don't regret it. Now I can relax a little. It was a lot of work when I first took over the crown from my dad. Now that I know what I'm doing I can ease back, relax and enjoy my soon-to-be wife. All my hard work was worth it. "All I ask is this isn't dragged out."

My mom rolls her eyes. "I knew you were going to say that." She bats her hand at me and swishes over to my desk. "At least give us a little time. Let Kate and me bond over this." She puts her hand on her hip, ready to fight me on this.

I won't. Her words hit home. Kate doesn"t have a family, and I want her to bond with mine and for it to become hers. She lost her mom and dad before she ever knew them. I want mine to try to fill that void for her. As much as I want her branded as mine now, I will put her needs first. Always.

"A month?" I ask her. My mom smiles, and I know we have a deal. "Whatever she wants, I'm okay with." I nod to all the stuff my mom has overflowing my desk. Maybe I should get Kate a desk for in here, too. I wonder what she'll want to do after we're married? That fuck of an uncle didn't even have her in school. If that's what she wants, I'll make it happen.

"I figured as much," Mom responds. I can tell there's something else when my mom fidgets with her hair. I know what that means. I circle my desk and pick up the file on Kate that John complied for me. I scan over it again to make sure I didn"t miss anything.

"Spit it out, Mom." I glance at the calendar and curse when I see it's my girl's birthday.

"It's about Nicolette." I'm not sure who she is talking about, and I rack my brain for a moment. I'm already distracted and this isn't helping.

"Dexter"s daughter?" I guess. I'm pretty sure that's right. I try to avoid Dexter as much as possible. He is a lot of talk and not a lot of show. I don't have time for bullshit, and he's got a ton of it.

"Yeah. So, she was one of the woman coming to that breakfast."

I stand to my full height and close the folder, wondering where my mother is going with this. "I didn"t want to invite her, but she begged me." And my mom caved. My mom is a sweetheart at her core and will bend over backwards for people.

"So." I shrug. What does it even matter?

"She was so upset when you didn"t show up, she stormed out of here."

"Okay. I don't care. She's always been a brat, if I recall."

"Then she called, crying, after hearing the rumor about you and Kate. She was hysterical, talking about how her father told her that she was promised to you and that you would be marrying her once you were finally ready to settle down."

"What?!" I bark louder than I mean to. I know how rumors work, and I don't want even a trace of something like that out there. The idea that I was ever going to marry that woman or any other besides my Kate is absurd.

"I thought maybe you should have a talk with her father, smooth things over." I glance over at my dad, who is shaking his head while fighting a smile.

"Trust me. I'll be having a talk with him."