Loving a Fairy Godmother (8 page)

Cinderella went stock still at the first
touch of his fingers. Henry seemed to realize as well that he was
touching, probably for the first time, the face of the woman he
loved.

It was such a beautiful moment, so of course
Cinderella’s stepsisters came tromping in to ruin it. “Well, well,
I see we have a message waiting for us,” the skinny one said,
causing Cinderella to jump back from Henry, once again not looking
at him.

Both stepsisters’ eyes roamed hungrily over
Henry, and Reina thought over what animals she should turn them
into. No matter what animal came to her mind, though, it seemed
such an insult to the animal she couldn’t bring herself to do
it.

“What a day,” murmured one to the other.
“First our new handyman, now our favorite messenger.”

“The King is going to have a ball,” said
Cinderella, her voice displaying a hint of anger, the first Reina
had ever heard from her.

The skinny one grabbed the message from
Cinderella’s hand. “It’s true,” she said, after looking over it
quickly. She grabbed her sister’s hand and ran out of the room,
calling out, “Mother!”

Cinderella turned to the man. “You should
leave before Stepmother comes back.”

It was obvious the man did not want to leave,
but he held back his instinctive negation. Instead, he said, “The
King’s decree says every unmarried female is to come to the ball.
That means you should go.”

Cinderella shook her head. “I have no desire
to go, Henry.”

Without warning, Henry grabbed her hand,
pulling her so that their bodies aligned, nearly touching. “I’ll be
there, Cinderella, and I want more than anything to dance with
you.” With a last lingering look, Henry left.

Cinderella’s hand absentmindedly wandered up
to her throat, her eyes indicating her thoughts were anywhere but
the present. “Cinderella,” Reina said gently.

“Huh?”

“We should finish the floors.”

“Of course,” she said, and sank to the floor
to finish her job, so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t
realize Reina was still in the room. Reina watched over her, the
occasional indulgent smile stealing over features.

The rest of the morning saw the house in an
uproar over news of the impending ball. Visitors arrived at odd
times, and the continuous voices of women constantly whipped around
the halls.

When lunch came around, Reina found herself
in the kitchen alone, grateful that Cook and Cinderella were at
different tasks around the house and she could finally get a few
minutes of peace.

“Damn, women are loud. I swear I heard them
over the hammering in the barn.”

Tiernan’s grumbling voice alerted Reina to
his presence in the kitchen, so she turned to greet him.

The words died in her throat.

Tiernan’s chest was bare, and it was her
first time ever seeing him in this state.

He had a lean, muscular build. His upper body
was v-shaped, and his wide shoulders went down to a nicely sculpted
chest, to a stomach ridged with muscle. His trousers were a little
loose, and she noticed he had a v even there along his stomach and
hips going down his thighs, the lines trailing delectably to that
bulge between his legs. Her eyes lingered there, and she wished
desperately that last night she’d had the presence of mind to
disrobe him.

Then she remembered where she was, and
praying he was too busy to notice where her gaze had been, she
finally looked him in the eye.

He noticed, the bastard. Of course he did. Oh
yes, there they were, those dimples out full force in all their
majestic glory. “Well, Fairy Godmother Reina, what exactly are you
thinking about?”

“Our assignment, of course,” she responded,
not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her ruffled. “What else
is there to think about?”

“What else indeed?” he asked, going to
collect his plate of food. “I assume with all the thinking you were
doing, you have something to tell me?”

Smug bastard. She noticed he didn’t bother to
put anything over his chest. “As a matter of fact, I have many
interesting things to tell you.”

Tiernan listened quietly as she related the
events of the morning. “The file never mentioned the Prince’s
deception.”

“No, it didn’t. That implies a certain
laxness on the part of the intel gathering which I will investigate
when we get back, but I can only see it working in our favor right
now. She is very obviously in love with him and he with her.”

Tiernan reached out, twirling her hair around
his fingers. “Do you think Cinderella is over her fear of men?” and
despite the fact he tried to sound disinterested, Reina could see
his pupils dilate slightly, darkening his eyes in a way that caused
her heart to start beating madly.

She leaned closer to him, her voice lowering.
“I think she has made a good start.”

His fingers went from her hair to feather
over her lips. “Maybe we should be sure her fear is gone.”

“Maybe we should,” Reina said, looking up at
him from beneath lowered lashes, and Tiernan was hard pressed to
remember why he couldn’t just pick her up and carry her to their
shared room.

All morning he had been dealing with
so-called “gentle” women showing less class and dignity than the
average whore, and he wondered why the FGs were always complaining
about how men were only interested in one thing. Selective memory,
obviously.

After a while, it made him want to take a
shower to wash the slimy feeling all the staring was starting to
cause.

That went out the window when he felt Reina’s
gaze on him.

Reina’s gaze caused licks of fire to travel
wherever her eyes touched and caused his muscles to bunch as if in
preparation for her physical caress. He wanted nothing more than to
bare himself to her, beg her to do whatever she wished to do to
him, swear to her his body was made for the express purpose of
satisfying her.

He leaned down, his lips ghosting over hers,
light brushes and small nips to start, to make the want grow.

Reina growled and grabbed him, threading her
fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to hers, making the
kiss hard, deep.

He purred in appreciation. Now that was his
woman, taking what she wanted.

Keeping the kiss as hard as she wanted,
Tiernan grabbed her hands and pulled them down, placing them on his
chest, encouraging her to touch him.

She needed no further prodding. She dragged
her nails down his chest, the ridges of his stomach, using her
palms to massage the firm flesh, taking his sharp exhalations into
her mouth.

“Reina,” he moaned into her mouth.

Someone cleared their throat, and he jumped
apart from Reina, looking to see Cinderella standing at the side,
not looking at them, her face rosy.

He immediately turned away from her, hiding
the bulge in his pants. Reina tried for a tone of normalcy. “Yes,
Cinderella?”

“Stepmother said I should inform you that we
are to clean out all the chimneys today, and Tiernan is to work on
the fence.”

“Yes, we were finishing up lunch, right,
Tiernan?”

He nodded. “I’ll get right on the fence,
Cinderella.”

Tiernan could hear the smile in Cinderella’s
voice. “Thank you, Tiernan.”

Footsteps, then Reina’s smug voice. “She
left, you can turn around now.”

Oh, she really thought he’d let her get away
with that, did she? So quickly she had no time to react, Tiernan
turned and grabbed her hand, placing it firmly on his erection,
making her feel the strength of his desire. “When you are bent over
cleaning that fireplace, think about how I want nothing more than
to come up behind you and slide this inside that hot, delicious
pussy of yours, the one I ate out yesterday,” he said, taking the
lobe of her ear lightly between his teeth. “Think about it, because
I swear if I can manage it, that is exactly what I’m going to do to
you.”

Her grip on him tightened slightly, a moan
coming from her mouth.

“Think about it, Reina,” he repeated. “Think
about how I’m going to feel when I’m finally inside you.”

“Cinderella!” came the cry from a room inside
the manor, and though it wasn’t directed at either of them, it was
enough to break the spell surrounding them, causing them to slowly
separate from each other.

He didn’t give up without one final kiss to
the hand that had been cupping him, and a wink when said kiss
caused her to give an annoyed growl.

While the afternoon wasn’t any easier in
terms of leering woman, he was able to deal with it much better. In
fact, his problem was he had to be careful about letting his mind
wander, because as soon as he did, his thoughts went to Reina and,
well, he didn’t want the women surrounding him to think that the
resulting physical reaction was caused by any of them.

The day was long, made longer by the fact
that he refused to go back into the house while any random women
were roaming around. He trusted Reina to finagle all the important
information out of the various women and share the results with
him.

He worked well into the night, past
reasonable hours, past even when the house’s residents could be
expected to be asleep. He had to. Once he walked back into that
house, Reina was his, the rest of the world be damned. Staying away
was his only defense.

As he finished cleaning up, Reina’s voice
whispered across his mind, “Main hall.”

Every muscle in his body tensed, reacting in
anticipation. He took a deep breath, telling himself to be slow,
telling himself to let her lead, and headed exactly where he was
told.

Reina stood in front of the huge fireplace,
the firelight shining through the thin fabric of her dress, making
her amazing curves visible.

She knew he was there. He could tell by the
slight tightening of her body, but she did not turn around.

He had wanted this woman forever. He wanted
to absorb her within himself, so that he would never be parted from
her.

He took off his clothes, letting the fabric
fall to the floor as he walked towards her. Once he reached her,
his arms came out, bracketing her. He nuzzled her neck, breathing
in her scent. “How was your day?”

“I refrained from killing those ladies who
thought nothing of discussing my husband’s assets while I was in
earshot,” she replied, letting her head fall to the side so his
mouth could go wherever he wished.

“I applaud your restraint. Does this mean we
aren’t going to be putting on a show for any of them?” he asked,
his teeth grazing the soft skin, marking her slightly.

“Cinderella might have an urge to go
exploring, but the rest are safely in bed.” Reina’s ass pushed back
slightly, rubbing against the ramrod straight cock, causing him to
groan as it bounced against her. “I wouldn’t be able to stop myself
from killing them if they tried anything with you.”

“That’s my angel,” he said, and he dropped to
his knees.

In surprise she tried to turn, but his hands
on her hips kept her stationary. “Oh no, Reina. I have thirty years
of fantasies to appease. You will just have to bear with me.”

She swallowed heavily as he started to push
up the hem of the slip she was wearing so that it bunched up just
above her hips. He put the fabric in her hands. “Hold it,” he
whispered, his voice rough, pleased when she obeyed.

“Luscious, luscious Reina. I can’t believe
I’m finally able to be here with you.” Starting with her calves, he
ran his hands up her body, up her thighs, lightly dipping between
her legs before placing all his attention on that firm bottom. With
hands, tongue, lips and teeth, he paid proper homage to the
backside that had tortured him for so long.

Words were spilling from Reina’s lips, curses
and promises, threats and pleas. Moisture was glistening from that
amazing juncture, causing him more than once to visit it when he
had promised himself to strictly worship her backside.

He helped her down to her knees, guiding her
forward so that her weight was supported by her hands. In this
position, open to him, he couldn’t resist the temptation to place
his mouth on her again, needing to rediscover the taste of her.

“Need you, Tiernan need you. No more, no
more… please.”

He rose above her, primal and strong, and
pushed himself into her.

Reina’s head was thrown back, and a cry that
almost sounded like pain passed her lips, but Tiernan’s attention
was where they were joined, where she enveloped him.

He pulled out slowly, pushed back in slowly,
unbelieving how right, how tight she felt around him.

He wanted it to last forever, he wanted to
move slowly, to never be parted from her.

And then she pushed her hips back.

Just like that, she broke him, and he could
no more slow down than he could quit breathing.

He brought her head around so that he could
kiss her, pounding into her body as his tongue swept her mouth.
Sweat droplets rolled down his chest as he pushed himself, used
every motion of his body to bring her the most pleasure
possible.

Her cries became higher, breathier, the same
erotic sound she had made yesterday. He guided his hand over her
stomach, between her legs, rubbing that amazing little nub. She
screamed as she clamped around him, milking him, causing his own
roar to follow as he pulsed into her.

* * *

In the aftershocks, Tiernan gently maneuvered
her so that she was on her side and he was draped behind her. His
arm wrapped around her chest, and she rubbed her fingers over the
skin, loving the texture of the man.

“Thirty years,” Reina said, breaking the
silence.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been imagining that for thirty
years?”

Tiernan nuzzled her ear, kissing the
sensitive skin behind the lobe. Even after their earlier exertions,
she could feel his cock starting to harden against her. “That was
just the tip of the iceberg. We’d have to lock ourselves in a
bedroom for a decade before I’d say we got through the majority of
them.”