by Elisa Leigh
“I’m going to love you forever my Princess,” I say kissing her on the top of her head.
“Forever isn’t long enough to love you, my Prince.”
Epilogue Two
Lana
“Sable, let your brothers into the house,” I tell my beautiful seven-year-old daughter.
“But mama, they keep taking my babies. James and Alexander are mean.”
“Honey, I’m sure they just want to play with you. Why don’t you take them into the living room and watch that new movie we just got?” I encourage, hoping she’ll play with her crazy twin brothers and give me a minute to nurse baby Delia.
Sable, being the wise big sister, she is, takes a look at the fussing eight-month-old in my arms and sighs dramatically.
“Okay mama, but I want a girls day just you and me.”
When did my child become so good at making deals? I can’t fault her, the twins are more than a handful. We even separated them when they went to kindergarten to give their teachers a fighting chance.
“Thank you, my sweet girl. How about next Saturday?”
Getting up from her spot on the couch she walks to the sliding glass door and undoes the lock she finagled around the door with her jump rope and a few of her other toys.
“Alright, you pests. Go wash your hands, and we can go watch a movie. Mama, I’ll put next Saturday down on my calendar.”
She walks behind the boys, herding them into the bathroom.
“What is that sassy thing marking on her calendar?” Vince asks walking in from the kitchen.
“I think she needs some girl time. I’m going to take her out for lunch and get our nails painted.”
Sitting beside me he kisses Delia on the head and then me on the lips. “And how’s mama doing today?”
“I’m fine, just a little tired.”
Vince turns on an episode of Big Bang Theory while I finish nursing Delia. When she’s done eating Vince takes her from me and gets her to sleep within minutes. Don’t know what it is about that man, but he’s got the secret touch.
“I’m going to put her up. I want you to meet me in our room.”
“The kids are still awake Vince.”
“Like that’s ever stopped us before. I’m pretty sure this one was made while the other three were playing in the next room. Besides, I just wanted to take a nap with you.”
“Sure, you do, but I’m not going to turn down a nap.”
“I’ll let them know where we are if they need us, go rest my love.”
Fifteen minutes later Vince slides in behind me and nuzzles my neck. “I think you’re pregnant again.”
“What would make you think that?” I ask laughing.
“I can tell when you start craving those damn chili cheese fries all the time. I brought home a test. Will you take it in the morning?”
I roll over to look at my husband. “Of course, I will. It must be why I’ve been so tired lately.”
“Do you want a boy or a girl this time?” He asks kissing me softly against my lips.
“I don’t care, just as long as they’re healthy. You know that.”
“Well, I think another girl wouldn’t hurt.” He says kissing down my neck.
“Vince… ohhh this is what got us here in the first place.” I moan as he removes my shirt and gently massages my breasts.
“I know love, but I can’t keep my hands off you. Knowing that your pregnant makes it even worse. Fuck I love how big your tits get when your nursing.”
“Vince you better make this fast. I’m already halfway there.”
He gets up and rolls off the bed unzipping his pants and shoving them down, he kicks them the rest of the way off before climbing toward me, kissing his way to my center. “Fuck, you’re always sweeter when you’ve got my baby inside you.”
I moan as he twirls his tongue around my clit and pumps two fingers inside me.
“Hell, we don’t even need a pregnancy test, I could just taste you and know.”
Grabbing him by his hair, I pull so he’s looking up at me. “Will you shut up and get up here? I need you inside me.”
He smirks and hovers over me, positioned at my entrance. “I love you so fucking much wife.” He says and impales himself inside me in one swift move.
“Oh God, oh fuck. I love you too.” I cry out right before he thrusts inside me repeatedly.
Kissing me hard, I feel him swell inside me and I know it won’t belong.
“Lana, fuck baby. I’m going to come.” He rubs his thumb in circles around my clit and in seconds I’m coming shouting his name as he comes with me.
Vince kisses me softly and rests his forehead against mine.
“I can’t believe my Prince found me and saved me.”
“Always my Princess.”
The End
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Elisa Leigh
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Author of the Panthera Security series, the Steel Daggers MC series and the All For Love series, Elisa Leigh writes steamy love stories about men who know exactly what they want from their lady love, that being everything and forever.
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Acknowledgements
Karlee, my unicorn, how can I tell you how amazing you are? You have been right by my side through this entire book, pushing me to finish. I couldn’t have written Vince and Lana without your help. You truly are an amazing best friend, PA, beta reader, and unicorn. #69unicorns #unicornbestie
Mary, thank you for beta reading Vince and Lana. I value your input and look forward to hearing what you think. Thanks for being a friend and always checking in on me. I can’t wait to write another book with you. #unicornpack
Jeb, my hubby. I love you.
New readers, older readers, second timers, thank you for taking the time to read Saving His Princess. I know you’ve taken time out of your day to indulge in a getaway of sorts. Knowing you took that time with something I created is the biggest honor.
His Sweet Treat Excerpt
One
Emersen
You got this Emersen. Walk in there, find Chelsea, and everything will be okay. I hope. The truth is, things haven’t been okay between Chelsea and me for a while now. In college, we had been complete opposites, but I thought we balanced each other well. Her outgoing personality and my quiet one worked when we roomed together.
We graduated about six months ago, and we haven’t seen each other much. We stopped talking and hanging out altogether about a month after graduation. Chelsea surprised me when she called me last week and invited me to a costume party on Halloween at a bar she is working at.
I almost didn't come, but my interest won out. Where has she been? My hand hovers over the handle to the vibrating door. I’m about to walk away when the man at the door interrupts my inner battle.
“You going in, or what?” The man is well over six feet and built to cause damage. He’s got a black leather vest on with Steel Daggers on one side and Sergeant At Arms on the other. Judging by the look he’s giving me, I doubt the man is wearing a costume.
I look down at my costume that I had so much fun picking out and smile. I remember when I was a little girl and my momma would take me trick or treating. We used to have so much fun for those few uninterrupted hours. I loved getting to play dress up with momma and spending time with her. Stew didn’t like going trick or treating with us. So, one day a year we could be together not worrying about my stepfather.
“Look, babe, it’s in or out. If you aren’t coming in, you need to leave.”
“Do you know Chelsea?”
He quirks an eyebrow at me but stays silent. There's something there, recognition maybe?
“Right. Okay, going in then.”
He opens the door for me, and as soon as I walk in, I immediately know this is a mistake. The people closest to the door stop talking and stare. Yep. I’d stare too if I were them. I look around the entire bar and see that no one is wearing a costume. In fact, most of the men I see are wearing leather vests like the guy outside. Am I in a biker bar? Chels didn’t say anything about it being a biker bar.
Not seeing Chelsea, I decide I can’t do this and turn around to leave without making a bigger ass of myself. Before I get to the door, I hear someone call my name. I look back and see her waving me over to where a group of women standing and staring. I really don’t want to go over there, but I do, for Chelsea.
I feel the eyes of everyone I pass and my skin begins to crawl at the awareness of being watched. I know they’re laughing at me. I hear their sarcastic comments about what I look like. Every step I take, I regret my choice to walk in here.
“Emersen. I can’t believe you came!” Chelsea yells over the music and hugs me quick.
“Hey, Chels.”
She releases me and stumbles backward, but rights herself by grabbing onto my arm.
“Girls, this is my friend Emersen I told you about.”
They nod. Not ‘Hey, I’m so and so, nice to meet you.’ It’s basically a fuck off, in the form of a chin lift. Yep, my night is rocking. Not! I can’t believe she invited me to this and let me think it was a costume party when it apparently isn’t!
“Uh, Chels. Why am I the only person in here wearing a costume?”
She just laughs and shrugs. The girl is wasted. She can’t stand still, and her eyes are glazed over. Great, she’s going to be no help.
“Come on, let’s go get you some water,” I tell her, grabbing her hand, trying to pull her over to the bar.
“No, I love this song!” She screams and runs out into the crowd of people dancing.
“So, no costumes?” I ask the women standing near me. They eye me over but go back to their own conversations.
“Alrighty then.” Used to being ignored, I let the sting of their rebuff roll off my back. I need a drink if I’m going to stay for this, which I feel obligated to do now that my once best friend is here, out of her mind.
I push through the groups of people and eventually make it to the bar. The men sitting there staring at me, but quickly go back to their conversations.
“What can I get you doll?” The man behind the bar asks. He’s tall and is wearing a leather vest like everyone sitting here at the bar. He's younger than some of the guys in here but older than me. He’s in his late twenties maybe. He's got a kind face but looks like he's seen too much to be free from the pain of regret.
“A shot of whiskey.”
“You got it.” He says, pouring it quickly and handing it over.
I grab it and shoot it quickly. Not used to the taste or the burn of it going down my throat, I shiver. I set the shot glass down on the bar, and the bartender laughs and asks if I want another. I hold up a finger, and he pours me one more, sliding it over to me.
“Thank you.”
Still smiling, he nods and watches me take my second shot. This time the cool liquid goes down easier.
I’m wearing a black tutu with a black corset laced with ribbon down the back. The cherry on the top of my embarrassing sundae is the black wings attached to the corset. I wanted to be a dark fairy, but now I’m left feeling like an idiot.
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