Page 39 of Royally Tempted

“No one but you, Princess,” I murmured, taking her hand.

“Not a princess,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Yeah well how’d you like to be?”

She froze at Joaquin’s words, slowly turning to meet his eye.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what we mean,” I said softly, turning to meet my brothers’ eyes and nodding.

We were all thinking it, and really, what were we waiting for? We’d found the girl of our damn dreams, and the idea of letting her get away from us, especially because of some dumb rules and traditions in our kingdom that no one gave a shit about, was too much to even consider.

And after all, we were damnedprinces.

“Stay with us,” I murmured, pulling her close as the sun dipped low. “Stay with us for always. And don’t just be our princess, be ourQueen.”

She swallowed, her face going pink as her breath caught.

“What are you saying?”

“You’re the investigative journalist here, right?” Landon teased. “Piece it together.”

She snorted a laugh. “That a proposal?”

“No, this is.”

Emma gasped as the three of us suddenly moved away from her. We pulled her up until she was standing in the truck bed, and the three of us slowly sank to one knee in front of her. She brought her hands to her lips as I glanced at my brothers.

“We doing this?” I whispered.

“Hell yes,” Joaquin said evenly, nodding.

“Damn straight,” Landon added. “We’ll deal with the council when we get back. But this?” He looked up at Emma — our perfect, fantasy girl come to life — and grinned. “I’m not letting this get away from us.”

“Emma Wright,” I said slowly, looking up into her eyes. “Will you—”

“—Marry,” Landon added.

“Us?” Joaquin finished, but he barely got the word out before she was screaming and throwing herself into our arms.

“Yes!”

She screamed it, again and again as she peppered our lips with kisses and let us pull her into our arms as we spun around.

The how, the when, the what — all of it could come later. But fornow, well, we’d found it. We’d found the strength, the purpose, and the heart we’d ben looking for our whole lives.

And we were never, evergoing to let her go.

Epilogue

Emma

The moan tumblesfrom my lips, pleasure melting through my core. My fingers drag over the bedsheets, pulling them into tightened fists. I gasp in ecstasy.

“Therewe go,” Joaquin growls into my ear, sending a shiver through me. “Moan for us, baby girl.”

He doesn’t even have to ask, it’s already rumbling up inside of me pushing through my lips.

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