Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) by Diana Downey Page A

off.”
    “I’m very happy, thank you.” I married Blake. Why wouldn’t I be? “And I like giving you a hard time.”
    He frowns. “I can attest to that, and I like reciprocating.” He leans down to whisper, “Your panties are wet.”
    Panicking, I turn to see if my dress is stained.
    “Made you look, Princess.” The way his gaze glides along my body starts a fire in my chest. “Is your gay husband not doing it for you?”
    My crinkled lips give away the lie. “Don’t be silly. He’s perfect.”
    “Why are you doing this, Princess?” Shane fills out his pants very well, and he smirks at me noticing his bulge. “You’re married now.”
    “I’m not doing anything. You need to control your urges, and I thought I wasn’t your type.”
    “You’re not.” He snorts. “So what’s this about? Why did you want to dance with me, other than to excite me?” he asks in a snarky tone he’s so famous for.
    “What happened to you and Nikita? My sorority sisters will want to know.” I need to build up to ask him about his company and what he did with all that money. Did he buy another business and it went under?
    He snaps my head back by dipping me low to the ground. “What’s it to you?”
    The tulle of my dress swirls, and the drug lord watches us closely. Fay and Trevor dance cheek to cheek. I bet she can’t feel his spaghetti stick pressed against her right now. Blake talks to the lemony-haired waiter and his groomsmen, completely oblivious to Shane jerking me around the dance floor.
    They laugh at Blake’s cleverness. I love that he’s so confident, not the slightest bit jealous, though I wish he’d have some reaction to Shane’s mistreatment of me.
    Shane twirls me around, only to draw me close again. He must like poking me with his hard cock because it’s still plenty erect. Perspiration dampens my dress. Blake needs to rescue and satisfy me because this dance has roused my appetite when I didn’t mean for it to.
    “Just curious,” I say.
    “She dumped me. Happy?” The harshness in his tone cuts me to the bone.
    “Not really, but you should be. You’re better off.”
    “How so? She’s the nicest girl I’ve ever been with.”
    Another laugh bursts out of me. It’s so unladylike that I clamp my hand over my mouth. “Nikita Harper, the girl famous for using the cactus as a stripper pole in Cowboys.” I have a lot of stories on her.
    An infuriating glaze sparks in his pale green eyes. “I’ve never seen her drink.” He spins me into him again. He presses against me like he did while giving me a lap dance. His arousal has grown even larger, if that’s possible.
    I blink at the intensity in his eyes. “I can’t count how many times she has hugged the toilet during a sorority party.”
    Rage fires in his rugged face. He’s taller than my six-two husband, and somehow physically stronger, even though Blake works out every day.
    “Why would you lie about your sorority sister, Princess?”
    “Lie? They aren’t lies.” I always wondered why she put on a front for him because I know Shane drinks. Why would she hide that from him?
    Confusion flashes in his eyes, and the scar on his chin is even more prominent up close. “I have never seen her drink or act like the rest of you girls.” He has me against his cheek.
    Honestly, I am married, though it feels nice to be appreciated, but my needy desire needs to be satisfied. Damn Blake.
    I want to say I’m sorry for Shane being stupid, but he keeps calling me Princess. “Shane, Come on. She’s not real.”
    “And you are with your newly acquired blonde hair?” His hand grasps my golden locks. “You were beautiful with all that black hair, and then you did this to it.” He snorts his disapproval.
    Why doesn’t he like my blonde hair? Most men prefer blondes. He dated a natural one for the past two years.
    Hurt replaces his anger in those leaf green eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, Cyn? I thought we were friends. Why tell me