Not So Prince Charming: A Dirty Fairy Tale

by Lauren Landish

  “It’s not far. We’ll take the easy route,” I say, reaching out and taking her hand.

  She pulls me back, her voice sassing in the dimness, “I don’t need the easy route.”

  This woman, challenging me when she doesn’t even need to, scared to let something be comfortable because she’s so used to fighting for every scrap and morsel she gets, and accustomed to life being hard for no sensible reason.

  I shrug like that doesn’t gut me and ask straight-faced, “Suit yourself. I guess that means you’re an experienced nighttime free-climber then?”

  Her eyes shoot wide open as her jaw drops. “A night what? Climbing what?” I can see her backpedaling literally as she takes a step closer to the SUV like she’s going to hop back inside.

  “The spot I want to show you, it’s accessible two ways. One, by the short, easy hiking path I planned. Or two, by climbing up the rock face from the valley below. Your call, just let me know if I should grab my gear. I have two sets. I follow the Boy Scout motto of ‘Be prepared.’ ” I wait patiently, curious how she’s going to back out of this because she obviously has no desire to rock climb, especially by the light of the midnight moon.

  After the span of two slow breaths, I let her off the hook and offer an easy grin. “Hike sounds best to me. Never know what creepy crawlies might be on the rock face at night.”

  She shudders, obviously not liking the idea of nocturnal insects or other animals. “Fine. If you’d rather hike, we can do that.”

  I laugh loudly that she’s still not admitting that she can’t do the climb but is instead sticking with using me as her out. She glares at me, shooting daggers, but then cracks up too. Our laughter echoes through the trees, disturbing some night fliers, judging by the sound of flapping wings.

  Bella steps a bit closer to me and I whisper in her ear, “No worries. I’ll protect you from the bugs.”

  I let my thumb trace a circle on her hand, feeling the soft satin of her skin. She nods and finally, we’re off.

  Using a flashlight from my gear pack, we walk up the hill, listening to the sound of the waterfall get closer and closer. When we emerge around a bend in the trail, I stop, looking over the scene. We’re both silent, taking it all in.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  Bella’s hand comes to her chest, and I can understand. The moon’s broken through the clouds that have been peppering the sky all night, and now it’s in its full glory, huge and silver as it shines down on the forest below. The whole scene looks ethereally frosted, not frozen but like it was crafted out of ebony and velvet, dusted with diamonds, and lit from within by the slowly pulsing heart of the forest itself.

  “Gabe, this is amazing,” Bella whispers, her voice choking. She walks to the edge, gasping again. “I can see most of Roseboro from here!”

  I come up behind her, placing my hands on her waist. Even through the parka, I can feel the flare of her hip, the nip in at her midriff.

  Part of me wants to pull her from the edge, hold her closer and grind on her until our bodies demand more.

  I’m ashamed to say there’s a tiny part, fractionally small, that hisses I could do it here, shove her over the edge into the black valley, fast and painless, and that the camo jacket I gave her out of kindness would likely hide her body until I could get safely out of town. That tiny bit even argues that it’d lead to too many questions because several people saw me leave with her tonight, and that’d make me suspect number one in her disappearance.

  But even with the automatic response slithering through my psyche, I know it’s not happening. I’ve already made up my mind. I blink slowly, staring into the stars above us.

  Sorry, Jer, I can’t. Not her.

  There’s no response, but I’d like to think he understands. There’s got to be a way. A different way.

  “This place is magical,” Bella says, breaking into my dark thoughts as she leans back against me, pulling my arms around her. “How’d you find it? Did you really rock climb up here?”

  I swallow, inhaling the scent of her hair and holding her more tightly, betraying my contracted word but honoring my loyalty to myself in a way I haven’t in a long time. “I did. It’s not as crazy as it sounds.” I’m hedging. It’s absolutely as insane as it seems, but that’s why I love it. “Honestly? I’ve always been an outdoors kind of guy. This place kind of reminds me of when I was a kid.”

  “I’d like that story,” Bella says, rubbing my arm to keep me warm since she’s bundled in the one coat, but I think it’s also because she’s tracing the muscles in my forearm. Arm porn girl, I think with a cocky grin she can’t see. I flex a bit, squeezing her jacket and popping the muscles for her. Though her eyes stay locked on the amazing view, I feel her legs move like she’s trying to subtly rub her thighs together for relief, and heat blooms in my balls.

  “Or do you bring all of your conquests into the woods like a wild man?” I can hear what she’s truly asking disguised in the joking question. This sweet woman, who never takes care of herself but is choosing to spend her precious time with me tonight, wants to know if this is as special to me as it is to her.

  “You’re the first,” I reply, and I feel Bella’s chuckle before I hear it, her back bouncing against my chest. “What?”

  “I seriously doubt I’m your first anything, Gabe.”

  I lean down and bury my nose in her hair before nuzzling her ear. “Point taken. I mean the first here. I just found it a few days ago, and I wanted to share it with you.”

  What the fuck am I doing?

  It’s one thing to fail a contract, to go back on my word and refuse it mid-agreement by not killing her. It’s quite another to bring my work into my personal life. But unwittingly, that’s exactly what I’ve done. Isabella Turner hasn’t been a job for a while now. She’s been something else entirely. I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but I want to know everything about her, protect her at all costs, even from herself, and somehow make her every dream come true.

  Nothing big or major or hard about any of that, I think sarcastically. Should be able to get that checked off the to-do list in no time.

  But self-recriminations aside, it’s the truth of what I want. And I don’t have the first fucking clue about what to do about it, especially when the safest thing for me to do is to bail, to hit the highway and just run pell-mell back to a life where every day is the same, a cold existence where my primary focus is tracking down my brother’s killer.

  Bella looks over her shoulder, smiling wryly. “Does that mean I’m special?” Disbelief drips from her tone, like it’s the cheesiest of distasteful pickup lines. Like off-brand Velveeta in word form.

  One look in her eyes, and I feel my resolve crumble. I’m not going to kill her like I was hired to do, and I’m not going to walk away like I should do.

  Instead, I answer honestly, from my heart and my gut. “Bella, you’re far more special than you realize, more than I dreamed.”

  I can tell she doesn’t believe me. “You . . . you confuse me.”

  I turn her around, wrapping my arms around her waist again and pulling her tight to me, where she gulps when she feels the rising thickness of my cock against her belly. “Is that so?”

  “You’re not the first to hit on me at the diner. But usually, they wanted just one thing. You . . . you’re different.”

  I touch my forehead to hers. “You have no idea.”

  She sighs, and I feel the heated breath whisper across my mouth. I lick my lips, trying to taste her.

  Her voice is a hoarse whisper, softly rasping in my ear. “You’re right. I barely know anything about you, but I feel like this is right. Tell me about you, Gabe.”

  It’s my own question thrown back at me, but whereas she opened up the Pandora’s box of her life story, I can’t. Even if I wanted to, which surprisingly, I do, I can’t tell her. It’s too ugly, too monstrous, and she’d never understand.

  So I do the only thing I can. I give her my truth with a kiss, molding my mouth
over hers as I truly taste her for the first time and hope it’s enough to answer her reasonable request for more from me.

  She responds immediately, moving her lips with mine and allowing me access to dip my tongue into her on a breathy sigh.

  I run my fingers into her hair, tilting her head the way I want and diving in for more, wanting all of her, wanting to give her all of me in this kiss.

  Jeremy would want this for me. Blackwell can fuck himself. I’ll get the information he’s holding over my head another way. Or maybe not at all?

  The thought of losing myself in Bella is somehow soft and hazy, a misty dream I hadn’t fully considered. But when she mewls under me, pulling a groan from my own chest, I let the fantasy of retribution go in favor of the reality right here in my arms.

  I’m a monster, but on her lips, I taste absolution.

  Forcing my eyes open, I step her backward toward a nearby rock. But instead of pinning her to it, I turn us and lie back on the cold, rough hardness myself, pulling her against me and letting her have some semblance of power. I don’t want to overwhelm her, and I’m barely hanging on to the edge of my control with a white-knuckled grip. Her hands come to my chest, finding the sweatshirt and pulling me in for another kiss.

  I slip my hands under the thick parka, cursing it for not letting me feel her nipples pressed to my chest. Instead, I find the belt loops of her jeans and move her hips against me, making her slide along the ridge of my cock to let her know what she’s doing to me.

  “Fuck, Bella.”

  She bites her lip, white teeth denting the puffy pink fullness and driving me wild. I shift her, spreading her legs around my right thigh and pressing her core to the thick muscle there. Her hips shudder involuntarily at the sensation, and Bella’s eyelashes flutter as her eyes roll back.

  I can’t give her everything, can’t take all that I want from her. But I can give her this. A night she deserves, a night to remember. “Ride me, Bella. Use me to get yourself off.”

  Her eyes snap to mine, timid hesitancy covering desire. She doesn’t move at first, so I guide her, feeling her heat even through our jeans. But soon, her instincts take over and she starts to roll against my thigh.

  “Oh, fuck, Gabe . . . but—”

  “Do it, Bella,” I growl in her ear as I reach around and grab her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks and adding to the feelings shooting through her. “Come on me.”

  Bella resists for a few seconds, but then the feeling of her clit rubbing against my thigh and my teeth tugging on her ear overwhelm her resistance, and the sound that comes from her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. “Fuuuck . . .”

  I kiss her neck, feeling the flutter of her heartbeat and letting her have control of what she needs. It’s torture, guilt and desire pulsing through me with every beat of my heart. My cock aches. She’s so sexy that I can barely contain myself, but the fact that just minutes ago, that dark voice was encouraging me to kill her makes me want to punish myself, deny myself the pleasure I know she could bring me.

  Instead, this is for her, and I take my joy from every sound Bella makes as she dissolves in my arms, lost to an ecstasy she so rarely gets in her rough life.

  As her hips speed up and her body starts to tremble harder, I encourage her. “That’s it. Rub that pussy on me.” She moans, and I want to swallow the sound. I keep going, judging that she likes the dirty words pouring from my mouth. “You need this, Bella. Fuck, I need this. I can feel how hot you are, probably messy with your delicious honey. You gonna let me feel you come, then let me lick you clean?”

  She loses the rhythm, and I take over, pulling and pushing her back and forth as I flex beneath her. Her hands dig into my shoulders, and then gloriously, her head falls back and she cries her orgasm to the night sky. It’s a symphony of sex, and I love every stunning note, instantly wanting an encore.

  “Oh, my God,” Bella rasps when it’s over, and I let her down slowly, the moonlight illuminating her rapturous face. “That was . . .” She searches for words before she meets my gaze, clear-eyed and powerful, demanding, “More.”

  That I can do.

  And while it’s faint comfort for the pretenses this began under, I’m going to assuage my guilt by devoting myself to giving Bella as much pleasure as she can handle for as long as she wants me. And I’m going to protect her—from Blackwell, from me, and from herself.

  Chapter 13

  Gabriel

  It feels strange and exhilarating to pull up in front of Bella’s house with her and not to scope out her routine. Bella’s almost drunk on desire as I pull her into my arms again, kissing her deeply as she fumbles with the gate latch, giggling as we make our way up the walkway.

  I cup her breast over top of her shirt before we even make it inside. The parka’s gone, banished again to the back of my Range Rover, and I feel her nipple pebble under my fingers as I tug, making her moan.

  “I fucking need to be inside you,” I growl against her neck.

  “Let’s get inside so I don’t give Old Mrs. Petrie a heart attack,” she says, glancing over her shoulder to the house across the street. And then she drops her voice low and slow, ”And so I can have something softer for my knees.”

  The naughtiness in her voice draws me with her like she put a leash on my desire and I’m at the mercy of her whims. She unlocks her door and enters, not even reaching for the light switch. I wonder if she’s trying to hide the reality of her home from me, like it’s something she can ignore if she doesn’t turn the light on. But truthfully, all I see is her, even in the dark.

  Besides, you already know what her house looks like, fucking creeper.

  Instead, we walk through the darkness, her fingers wrapped in mine as she pulls me down the hall to her room. The blinds are open, the streetlight shining in, and we’re greeted by the same cat who slashed me this morning.

  It yowls when it sees me, leaping to its feet, back arched and green eyes glowing with malice. It apparently hasn’t forgotten my intrusion into its domain this morning, but Bella just laughs.

  “Vash, relax, honey! He’s our guest!”

  Shooing Vash out of the bedroom, she closes the door quickly, turning and grinning sheepishly at me. “Sorry . . . she’s usually a sweet kitty. I don’t know what got into her.”

  “Jealousy?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow. “Pheromones?”

  Bella laughs, while inwardly, I remind myself to make peace with that damn cat ASAP. “I guess there are some things you can’t charm, huh?”

  “I’ll work my magic on Vash later. Right now, I’m only thinking about charming you,” I reply as I look into Bella’s eyes. Even in the dim light, I can tell that she wants this, whatever it is between us.

  She made a comment that she’s not a one-night-stand girl, and that doesn’t surprise me, but she’s not asking for more than that right now. I think she probably expects me to be gone in the morning, if not before. But she doesn’t realize this is the first step toward something bigger, deeper than just tonight.

  She may not realize it yet, but I do.

  I don’t have it all planned out in my usual way, but I’ll figure it out. Just not right now, not when I can feel her body stretching toward mine. And especially not when she reminds me of her earlier demand, “More.”

  Reaching down, I pull my sweatshirt and T-shirt off, letting Bella see me naked from the waist up. My breath hitches at the contact of her hands on my chest, her palms lightly rubbing through the faint dusting of hair.

  “So many tattoos? I want to lick them all,” she confesses, or maybe it’s a promise.

  My cock throbs at the thought of her pink tongue dragging over my skin, and I palm myself, trying to get some relief.

  “Lie down,” she whispers, pushing me back toward the mattress on the floor. I nod and step back, toeing my boots off as I sit down and she stands above me, her own eyes gleaming in the light.

  She strips quickly and efficiently, but the sight of her naked form clad in nothing
but dim street light will stay in my memory banks forever. The cool air makes her nipples harden as soon as she has her bra off, and her bare pussy beckons to me. She pulls the clip from her hair, and the dark waves tumble over her shoulders beautifully.

  “Fucking gorgeous, Bella.”

  She smiles, looking pleased at the compliment, and then she kneels down on the mattress beside me, my hand finding her goosebumped skin. “Not yet . . . it’s my turn.”

  She seems utterly confident as I let her lead and explore, her hand making its way to feel my cock through my jeans. I’m already painfully aroused for her before she even touches me, and I groan as she brings me to an impossibly steely hardness in an instant, my balls already drawing up and threatening to spill like an out of control teenager.

  “You like that?” she purrs, kissing me as her soft hand slowly massages my cock, warmth divided by just a thin layer of denim.

  Pressing her body against mine, her hand naughtily plays with my belt, teasing and tormenting me. Finally, she turns, presenting her pussy to me as she kisses down my stomach, tracing the ridges of my abs and a few of my tattoos with her tongue. She opens my jeans, humming happily as my cock tents my boxers.

  I run my hand down her back, caressing her ass as she fishes my cock out. I lift my hips, helping her shove my jeans and boxers off, and then we’re bare together, every contact point electricity-filled.

  She licks the tip of my cock, making my eyes roll up in my head, and I grip her ass a little harder. It’s been more than a little while for me. I’ve been so fanatical about my quest for revenge that I haven’t had time for a woman in my life. I suspect it’s been a while for Bella too, so we both have lost time to make up for tonight.

  She rains butterfly kisses over the head of my cock, and I fight the urge to shove into the wet heat of her mouth. To keep a restraint on myself, I focus on Bella’s pleasure instead of my own.

  I bring my fingers lower, between her legs to stroke the soft lips of her pussy, teasing before slipping a fingertip in between. Bella gasps, her lips flaring to cover the entire head of my cock, suckling as I stroke up and down, gathering her wetness on my fingertips before bringing it up to her clit, rubbing her button with featherlight strokes.