his sticky fingers. Taylor immediately took Corentin’s cum-slicked index finger into his mouth and suckled. His lashes fluttered at the sweet and salty.
“Is it really that good?” Corentin asked with a lecherous grin.
“Has to be a princess thing,” Taylor said, then licked his lips. He snatched his bag of Munchkins off the dash and shimmied out of the truck.
Corentin nodded as he made himself decent. He wiped his hands with the remaining napkins, then rummaged in the center console for the mini hand sanitizer. “I suppose we’ll think of something for dinner,” he said as he rubbed the peach-scented goo over his hands. He then held out the bottle to Taylor.
Taylor set his bag of Munchkins and his coffee on the roof of the truck, then reached in for Corentin to squeeze on a generous dollop of the pink liquid. He worked the sanitizer over his fingers. “I think it’s bean supper at the church, y’know.” He couldn’t help himself as he gave Corentin his most snarky smile. “Can’t keep your fans waiting.”
Corentin smirked. “You just work your boyish charm to get us second helpings. You know how Phyllis keeps trying to fatten you up.”
Taylor glanced up at the bank sign and checked the time. “She’s gotta be a witch.”
“You think everyone’s a witch.” Corentin laughed.
In a puff of gold glitter, Ringo reappeared outside the truck. He took his place on Taylor’s shoulder.
“Excited about Ramona’s septic system?” Taylor asked with a grin.
“Loads,” Corentin said as he readjusted his seat.
“It’s always sad picking up kids from the pool,” Ringo said, shaking his head.
“Have a good day rolling in shit.” Taylor smiled, milking every moment of their puns.
“Hey.” Corentin stopped him, then reached into the backseat. He turned back to Taylor, holding out a stack of envelopes. “I picked up the mail from yesterday and forgot I left it in the truck.”
Taylor took the stack of mail and tucked it under his elbow, then shuffled his breakfast and coffee in his grasp.
Corentin started the engine. “Well, I’m off to see the Wizard.” He made a two-finger salute at Taylor. “Be good.”
“Never,” Taylor said in a prissy princess tone. He wiggled and tried to keep a grip on the mail and his bag of Munchkins in one hand and his coffee in the other. He smiled as Corentin drove away, heading to Ellsworth. It was one of their nicer days, and Taylor planned to make a note of it. He liked it when he and Corentin were just like any other guys in love and not a part of some grander scheme in the world.
It seemed Taylor had gotten his wish at long last. A life away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. A life where a princess and a huntsman could be the most ordinary of people, with ordinary jobs and ordinary friends. According to Phyllis, the local ol’ blue-haired busybody, Taylor and Corentin were “such nice boys.” Sure there was mumblings of them living together, but it never went further than that. Or if it did, Taylor never heard. Above all, they couldn’t let the housewives of Hancock County know the scintillating truth about the rough-and-rugged Southerner Corentin Devereaux.
Taylor laughed. Corentin would never live it down.
Trotting up the library’s front steps, he called to Ringo over his shoulder. “Swear to you on a stack of Brothers Grimms that Corentin’s totally slept with a woman once or twice.”
Ringo shrugged. “Maybe he hasn’t. He doesn’t remember.”
Taylor came to a sharp halt in the foyer and gritted his teeth.
Ringo sank like a deflated balloon. “Shit…. Just came out.”
The silence hung between them. Taylor growled under his breath, and luckily Zee remained drowsy and snoring. He assumed she snored; his chest would grow warm with each of her smoking breaths.
Ringo watched Taylor from the floor like a starving kitten. “Hey… um… sorry….”
Taylor didn’t answer as his world fell away. He ran his thumb over the
“Is it really that good?” Corentin asked with a lecherous grin.
“Has to be a princess thing,” Taylor said, then licked his lips. He snatched his bag of Munchkins off the dash and shimmied out of the truck.
Corentin nodded as he made himself decent. He wiped his hands with the remaining napkins, then rummaged in the center console for the mini hand sanitizer. “I suppose we’ll think of something for dinner,” he said as he rubbed the peach-scented goo over his hands. He then held out the bottle to Taylor.
Taylor set his bag of Munchkins and his coffee on the roof of the truck, then reached in for Corentin to squeeze on a generous dollop of the pink liquid. He worked the sanitizer over his fingers. “I think it’s bean supper at the church, y’know.” He couldn’t help himself as he gave Corentin his most snarky smile. “Can’t keep your fans waiting.”
Corentin smirked. “You just work your boyish charm to get us second helpings. You know how Phyllis keeps trying to fatten you up.”
Taylor glanced up at the bank sign and checked the time. “She’s gotta be a witch.”
“You think everyone’s a witch.” Corentin laughed.
In a puff of gold glitter, Ringo reappeared outside the truck. He took his place on Taylor’s shoulder.
“Excited about Ramona’s septic system?” Taylor asked with a grin.
“Loads,” Corentin said as he readjusted his seat.
“It’s always sad picking up kids from the pool,” Ringo said, shaking his head.
“Have a good day rolling in shit.” Taylor smiled, milking every moment of their puns.
“Hey.” Corentin stopped him, then reached into the backseat. He turned back to Taylor, holding out a stack of envelopes. “I picked up the mail from yesterday and forgot I left it in the truck.”
Taylor took the stack of mail and tucked it under his elbow, then shuffled his breakfast and coffee in his grasp.
Corentin started the engine. “Well, I’m off to see the Wizard.” He made a two-finger salute at Taylor. “Be good.”
“Never,” Taylor said in a prissy princess tone. He wiggled and tried to keep a grip on the mail and his bag of Munchkins in one hand and his coffee in the other. He smiled as Corentin drove away, heading to Ellsworth. It was one of their nicer days, and Taylor planned to make a note of it. He liked it when he and Corentin were just like any other guys in love and not a part of some grander scheme in the world.
It seemed Taylor had gotten his wish at long last. A life away from magic, witches, and stuffy traditions. A life where a princess and a huntsman could be the most ordinary of people, with ordinary jobs and ordinary friends. According to Phyllis, the local ol’ blue-haired busybody, Taylor and Corentin were “such nice boys.” Sure there was mumblings of them living together, but it never went further than that. Or if it did, Taylor never heard. Above all, they couldn’t let the housewives of Hancock County know the scintillating truth about the rough-and-rugged Southerner Corentin Devereaux.
Taylor laughed. Corentin would never live it down.
Trotting up the library’s front steps, he called to Ringo over his shoulder. “Swear to you on a stack of Brothers Grimms that Corentin’s totally slept with a woman once or twice.”
Ringo shrugged. “Maybe he hasn’t. He doesn’t remember.”
Taylor came to a sharp halt in the foyer and gritted his teeth.
Ringo sank like a deflated balloon. “Shit…. Just came out.”
The silence hung between them. Taylor growled under his breath, and luckily Zee remained drowsy and snoring. He assumed she snored; his chest would grow warm with each of her smoking breaths.
Ringo watched Taylor from the floor like a starving kitten. “Hey… um… sorry….”
Taylor didn’t answer as his world fell away. He ran his thumb over the
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