Charmed By The Mountain Prince: An Arranged Marriage Romance

by Frankie Love

“Listen, I don’t want to fight with you. Not again.”

  “I’m not starting a new fight, I swear,” I tell him. “We never even finished our last fight when I ran out of the pub.”

  “Princess, fight or not, I have to tell you something.”

  I twist my lips, remembering the fight at the pub so clearly. And yes, I want to get to the make-up part, but we need to deal with his chauvinistic attitude first. “Let me guess. You’ve also decided that we can have a hot water heater?” I pull my hand from his and cross my arms.

  I want him to take me seriously.

  “Yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”

  I raise an eye, not expecting this so quickly. Wherever he went seems to have mellowed him out. “Just like that?”

  “You want hot water, hell, of course you can have that. But you can also have so much more.”

  “Tell me what else I can have,” I say, not letting him off the hook. I want him to grovel. And yes, that may be giving me a cheap thrill, but I don’t care. I want him to beg like he made me beg last night. “Tell me what else I get as your wife.”

  “My heart. All of it. I love you, Iris.”

  “No, you don’t,” I say quickly, shaking my head in disbelief. Here I stand, getting everything I want. It feels like too much at once, all my dreams coming true.

  “It is. All I want to do is be in your presence. All I want to do is hold you in my arms. All I want to do is change everything I’ve ever thought to be true, in order to make you happy. If that isn’t love, what is it? What is it, Iris?”

  “You want to change everything to make me happy?”

  “Damn it, Princess. Yes. Everything.”

  I fling my arms around him, wanting so desperately for him to know how those words make everything inside me swell into something beautiful.

  “I love you too, Garrick. That’s why I need you to know I made a choice.”

  “A choice?” he asks, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

  “Yes. A choice. I can stay here. In this cabin. Because it’s a cabin you built, a place you love. I wanted an adventure. Well, living without hot water is a freaking adventure if I ever heard of one. I want to make a life with my mountain prince.”

  He kisses me then, and my robe falls off my shoulders, exposing my bare skin. He pulls me closer, close enough that I can feel his thickness rubbing against me.

  He nuzzles his scruffy beard in my neck and all I imagine is his face between my legs, sucking at my most tender spot.

  The robe falls away, and I’m standing before the man I love in nothing but lace.

  He growls in my ear, whispering his desire. “I’m going make love to you, Princess, all night. Forever. You’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”

  22

  I take in her gorgeous body, wrapped in that tiny lacy suit, her nipples tight and hard, her ass bare. My hands run over her cheeks, pulling her to me so there’s no space between us.

  My cock is hard. I know she feels it, because her hands reach down, taking hold of the rod between us. Her hands run over the ridges of my cock, my jeans an unnecessary barrier to what we both need. To what we both want.

  My fingertips run up her spine, to the base of her neck. Holding her face, my thumbs on her chin, I raise it ever so slightly so she’s looking at me, dead on.

  Breathing heavy and hot, she reaches for my belt and unbuckles it, unbuttons my pants, unzips them. The belt is ripped from the loops and tossed to the floor, and my jeans are at my ankles. I said it before and I’ll say it again, this girl is trouble.

  But she’s worth the trouble.

  The truth of it—the truth that took me this long to see—is that she isn’t a problem at all.

  She’s the answer.

  The answer to my doubt, the answer to my wanderings. Now I have a reason. A purpose. I’ll do anything if it means I’m making her life better.

  With my pants down, she slides off my boxers. My hard cock is solid, and held in her warm hands. Every stroke causes me to want her more deeply, but I know I need to say what I came here to say before any more time passes.

  I don’t want to sleep with her again, make love to her, until she knows my intentions.

  “I met with my father. My mother, too.”

  “Really? We’re going to talk about two people you don’t see eye to eye with, when I’m handling your cock, when my pussy is wet?”

  I shake my head, overwhelmed with love for this woman. She is no holds barred. She is who she is, unabashed and unrestrained.

  She’s my perfect match.

  Never in a million fucking years did I think I’d do whatever I could to charm her. To woo her. To win her over.

  “I told you I loved you.,” I tell her, cupping her face with my hands. “And I mean it.”

  “And I love you too, Garrick.”

  “Love means sacrifice.”

  “Yes,” she says. “I’ve heard that.” She laughs softly. “Where are you going with this?”

  “I know you’re willing to make sacrifices for me. Live in this cabin. But I’m not going to ask you to do that. In fact, there’s no way in hell I’ll let you do that.”

  “What do you mean? Garrett, what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying you are my princess. You deserve the world, and I will give you anything you want. I went to my parents and told them this exact same thing. We’re moving to the castle. I’ll give you the ball gowns and the royal balls in court—”

  “No, Garrick. That’s not what I need.”

  “It’s not about what you need. It’s about what you want. What do you want? I’ll give it to you. The sun, the moon, the stars. The fucking world. I’ve already given you my heart, but you deserve more than my heart. You deserve everything I have to offer.”

  “Garrick,” she says, tears brimming in her eyes.

  I use my thumbs to wipe them away, pulling her closer to me. “Don’t cry.”

  “They’re good tears, I promise. You just have a lot to learn about me. Eventually you’ll know all my tears. The good ones, the dramatic ones, the I’m going to start my period ones.”

  I laugh, loving the way she just puts it all out there, not hiding behind anything. “I’m sorry that I said that shit about you making my food. I don’t know where I got ideas like that, except I know I want to make a life with you, and maybe that doesn’t mean washing clothes and cooking dinner. Maybe a life with you means something else entirely, that neither of us even knows yet. Maybe you want to come in the woods with me and set traps. Hell if I know, but all I want to do is figure out ways our lives can intersect. Figure it out together.”

  “Thank you. For apologizing, for coming to your senses. I knew you would.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I smirk. “You knew I’d come around?”

  “Well, I didn’t expect you to offer me a castle, but I did expect you to come back groveling. And I was prepared to reward you for your apology.”

  “Yeah, how were you going to do that?” My fingers slide over her shoulders, down her arms. Past her waist, nearing her pussy.

  “I think you know. I was going to tell you I love you, and then I was going to offer you my body.”

  She takes my hand then, presses it to her wet pussy. I finger the fabric of her lingerie, and pull it aside, letting my fingertips graze her juicy folds.

  “Your body is so good.”

  “Who needs an adventure when you can explore me, Garrick? When I can explore you. Right now, that’s all I want.” Iris smiles.

  I press my mouth to hers, wanting to capture that smile of hers. Wanting to press my lips against hers until my intentions are crystal-clear.

  She’s mine.

  I’m hers.

  Our adventure has just begun.

  23

  A week later, Garrick and I wake in a tent covered by morning dew. I open the flap and peak my head out, seeing the mountains around us that are still half asleep. The sun hasn’t yet
risen, and I see our ashy fire pit from the night before several feet away. No one is here. It’s just my husband and me.

  Together.

  “Come back here, Princess.” Garrick reaches for my hand, pulling me to him, and I laugh as the tent’s zipper falls from my grip and I tumble into my husband’s arms.

  “I thought you promised me a morning quickie?” Garrick asks.

  “Always.”

  We laugh. I know my morning breath is probably gross, but I’m banking on the idea that, since I can’t notice anything wrong about him at this moment, he won’t notice those things about me.

  We’re in a blissed-out honeymoon reverie, and literally nothing can cause us to fall from our high.

  “Let me see what I’m working with.” I pull the sleeping bag off my husband’s body. The tent is sweaty, and a pile of our hiking clothes from yesterday is shoved in a corner. But we don’t care.

  Let me tell you, being here, camped outside of Machu Picchu in Peru, is an adventure in and of itself.

  The adventure I’ve been waiting for.

  But being with Garrick, day in and day out, learning what it means to love one another, is a whole different level of exploration.

  “Oh, Prince, you’re so hard.” I smile, licking my lips, already excited about filling myself with the man I love.

  “You ready to ride me?”

  There’s no need to answer. My pussy was wet the moment I looked at his stiff morning wood. I straddle him, lifting my arms as he pulls off my cotton tank.

  His hands wrap around my waist, gripping my ass. And when I’m on top of him like this, I don’t just feel powerful, I feel adored.

  Cherished.

  Wanted.

  I feel like I am his.

  My fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him gently before I lift my ass ever so slightly and ease him inside of me.

  I say ease, but it’s more of an inch-by-inch inhale and exhale, as I let my body fill with pleasure. The waves of desire rush over me, and I rest my hands on his solid chest, peering into his eyes.

  “Garrick, you feel so good in me.” I gently rock my hips, and his hands cover my large breasts. With him plucking at my nipples, I lean over, letting my breasts fall into his face, and he suckles them softly, causing tingles of pleasure to wash over me.

  I move slightly, my pussy throbbing in delight as his cock thrusts in and out of me, nice and slow. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends slightly, teasingly. My mouth crashes against his.

  He kisses me deeply, hard. He kisses me the way a man who loves a woman kisses. He kisses me the way a prince kisses his princess.

  “Don’t stop, Princess. Keep riding me like that.”

  He knows I will.

  After he told me he met with his parents, and offered me the castle, I knew without a moment’s hesitation that that would never work.

  I wanted adventure, not a stuffy ball dress and dancing the waltz. I wanted a life with Garrick, not a life that he resented.

  So instead of settling down, we decided to start seeing the world on our honeymoon, because we quickly realized that we had never seen anything. I’d lived my life in Elexia and he’d stuck to northern territories. There’s so much we can see, that we can explore, together.

  And so we committed to six months where we would do just that.

  The added bonus? I told the king and queen we were officially not using birth control, and that I had every intention of getting knocked up during the first six months of our marriage.

  All they’ve been after is an heir, and I swore to do my damnedest to get them one.

  The idea of being filled with Garrick’s child makes me ache with desire, and I rock harder against my husband’s rod.

  Garrick compromised with his father about his job.

  Compromise, my new favorite word.

  After our honeymoon, he’ll be the royal ambassador, meaning he’ll get to travel and represent the country of Alpinweiss. I’ll accompany him, obviously.

  I’ll get to travel; he’ll be doing his duty as a family member.

  In the meantime, we can design our dream house. A new wing to the castle. Because while the Historic Village is important to his country, it’s clear that living down the hall from his parents would cause Garrick to feel like he was always living in someone else’s shadow.

  “In our new house,” I tell him, “we must have a sex room.”

  “A sex room?” Garrick cocks an eye at me as I rise up again, my ass in the air as I ride him.

  “Yeah, I’m thinking a swing, a few whips, handcuffs?”

  “See, I knew my princess wanted an adventure.”

  “I saw the Fifty Shades Darker trailer. Call me inspired,” I say, laughing, moving up and down on him.

  “Didn’t I say you were trouble?” he asks, wrapping his hands around my ass as I come, riding him hard.

  He comes, filling me with his seed. My mouth finds his again and I kiss him, letting my tongue entwine with his.

  I am so completely happy. And full.

  My cell phone rings—which is so jarring, considering we’re in the middle of nowhere.

  I roll off my husband, and dig around in my bag for my cellphone. I rip off the selfie-stick that’s still attached.

  Shockingly, Garrick agreed to pose for a handful of selfies on our honeymoon. He always seemed like such a jerk, but the truth was he just needed a woman to soften his rough edges.

  I answer the call.

  “Iris?” my younger sister Dahlia asks.

  “What is it?” I ask, lowering myself to the ground as Garrick wraps his arms around me.

  I’m so shocked to hear my little sister’s voice. She should be halfway to the altar by now. Not calling me.

  “I need your help. There’s a snowstorm, and I haven’t met the Prince and I’m stuck here with his bodyguard ... and, Iris ... I’m screwed.”

  “Screwed like I was when I didn’t want to be living in a one room cabin, or like actual trouble?”

  “Actually screwed. I’ve fallen in love. Hard.”

  “How is that a problem?”

  “I told you, Iris. I haven’t met the Prince—the man I’m supposed to marry. I’m in love with someone else.”

  Before I can say any more, the call ends in a static buzz. She did say there was a snowstorm. I press call, but her phone just rings and rings.

  “Everything okay?” Garrick asks.

  “No. My sister needs help getting to the altar.” I look at the dead call and try the number again. Straight to her answering machine.

  “We’ll go to town and try to get a better signal,” Garrick suggests. “Or use a landline.”

  “It isn’t even sunrise. Nothing is open yet.” Realizing there’s nothing I can do at this exact moment to help Dahlia, I look back at my husband, feigning innocence. “Whatever will we do in the meantime?”

  “Each other.”

  And so that is exactly what we do.

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