Page 35 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

I have missed being buried inside Jane. Soverymuch. Yet the wait makes it all the more meaningful. Jane, my princess, has given me everything I wanted. She is mine, and I am hers. And now, we have our own small family.

I look down at her pussy, swollen and slippery with the juices of her arousal. Her clit is poking out, so needy. My balls draw tight.

I lift my eyes to hers again, sliding a hand around the sweet curve of her hip as I draw her closer to the edge of the counter. Her legs dangle as I fist my cock, smearing the crown through her folds as my seed spurts out a little.

“Asher! Please!” she gasps.

I give her just what she needs, sheathing myself in her slick, rippling core.

She’s coming only moments later as I pump into her. Mine follows swiftly once she’s crying out and clenching hard around my cock.

While Jane’s given me all I want, more than anything, I just want her, us. Because together, we are home. I hold her against me hours later as we fall asleep.

Hours later, she’s fully dressed, in the kitchen, and holding our baby. I look over at them from across the room, feeling full and complete. They are my everything.

Weeks later, we have an event to christen Ash. I let my gaze scan the crowd. We’re still dealing with the threats from the other city, but things are good here for us.

I hold Jane’s hand. She smiles up at me, her chin lifting high. I love her thread of pride. I’m always grateful she was brave enough to come here and start all over.

Once our son is christened, we stand together, and my parents smile at us indulgently. I reach for Jane’s hand, lifting her knuckles to brush a kiss across them. “My princess.”

EPILOGUE

Nadine

“Come in,” I say when I hear the knock on my door.

I live in a tiny apartment. Really tiny. It’s all I could afford after I finally scraped up to the nerve to leave my abusive boyfriend. He’s rich, and he lives in the green zone. He told me he wouldn’t even help me, and I don’t care. This one-room apartment is a breath of fresh air compared to my life with him.

I have a shitty job and live in a tiny apartment, and I’ve never felt more free in my life. There’s just that forever anxiety prickling down my spine that he’s going to come back.

I open the door, and a sense of panic claws around my throat. I stare at him. “What are you doing here, Chad?”

My ex, who, objectively speaking, is handsome, narrows his eyes. “I thought you would come to your senses a little sooner,” he says, brushing past me as he strides into my apartment.

He looks around the one room with a sneer. It might be small, but it’s cute. I have my own phone for the first time ever since I met him. Life on Earth may be hellish, but we still have technology. That’s something.

I have a shelf on the wall where I keep my clothes folded. I’m standing in front of it beside the door. He moves so fast, I’m not prepared. He shoves me against the shelf, and I feel the squaremetal edge dig in a line against my back. My breath is knocked out of my lungs for a moment.

I keep my wits, and I kick him in the balls hard. “Fuck you! Get the hell out of here.”

He’s groaning on the floor. I step around him, my pulse thundering through my body as panic and fear give me an unexpected surge of strength. I swing the door open and shove him out on the dirt.

I grab my purse, relieved I already have my phone and keys tucked into it. Racing through the door, I step around him and walk away quickly. I don’t even feel the slightest twinge of guilt.

I’m so tired of Chad and his family. At this point, I’ll hide if I have to. As I walk down the sidewalk with the sand blowing around me, my eyes land on a little flyer about moving to a new planet. I don’t hesitate and simply walk to the address listed. I have less than nothing to lose.

When I see the line gathered outside the office building, I pause and glance around. Aside from showing up for work and trying not to bake in the boiling hot sun, there aren’t many crowds. Not these days.

I hesitate before I see the sign posted.Princess Jane invites you to Aphroditea. Let’s face it, life is hell on Earth these days if you’re a woman. Come join us on a new planet. We need women. Bonus: women are revered here. Hop in line, and you’ll find out all about it.

I have zero reasons not to get in line. I join the line, fidgeting with my purse strap and wondering if anyone will care that I have a black eye.

There are quiet murmurs, wondering if Princess Jane is some kind of joke. Although, if you read our news online and in the old magazines we occasionally find, there’s tons of news about royalty on Earth.

It’s not all sturm and drang here on Earth. We have a lively world on our Internet, which somehow runs even though power is scarce. It’s generated from the green zone.

Eventually, I make it inside the building. I’m interviewed by the alleged Princess Jane herself. She even has a name tag that says it.

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