Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) Read Free

pulled off that save so easily. I study his rock-hard body and his rough, scarred hands. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who flexes at the gym, but I bet he bench presses grizzlies to keep in shape.
    Shane gulps a beer, rudely wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, so he must be at least twenty-one.
    “What part of Alaska?” I ask, grinning at him. I need to flirt like Fay. She has men dropping at her feet like blowflies.
    “I’ve lived all over the state, but the last place is Tonakwa. It’s a small Eskimo camp, so I doubt you’ve heard of it.”
    I haven’t. I dip my chin while tonging a morsel of prime rib and watching Shane’s reaction. “Sounds quaint.”
    Eyeing me with lustful intensity, he chuckles. “It’s in the middle of nowhere, and in the winter, it’s colder than a witch’s tit.”
    I can’t help it. I snort out a laugh. “Sounds charming.”
    Mrs. Duncan sitting on the other side of Shane chokes on her asparagus. After she recovers, she asks, “How did it go today with you and Trevor?”
    She’s bringing him up on purpose. Bitch. I put on my game face before wiping off the disdain from my lips and turning toward her. I lean across Shane, so only he and Trevor’s mom can hear, letting my breast sheathed only in silk rest on his bare arm. He literally stops breathing, and I smile at my small victory.
    “Trevor and I broke up. He stole my virginity, and the sex sucked and maybe a real man, like Shane, could make up for it.”
    “Cynthia,” she scolds. It takes her a full minute to recover while Shane laughs heartily.
    “Trevor really likes you,” she says, but I know Fay has the suitable pedigree.
    I smile. “No, he doesn’t. Otherwise, he would’ve satisfied me.”
    Shane’s not sorry at all. He’s grinning and slips his hand onto the back of my chair, which sends a flurry of evil eyes my way from Fay and Mrs. Duncan and the other women in the room. Shane isn’t even Fay’s type, let alone mine.
    He leans down and whispers, “You’re certainly a spitfire. If your mom weren’t here, I’d take you home and guarantee your satisfaction.”
    My body lights up at the promise of sexual gratification. Shane definitely thinks I’m older. I gaze up and down this man’s stealth-like body and know he can deliver. I wiggle in my seat to open up a bit more breast flesh for Shane’s enjoyment, and he does take a few unrepentant peeks.
    “Shane is also a tracker,” Mom adds.
    “Like what?” I ask, actually interested. I should give him the chance to give me what I deserved earlier today.
    “Mostly bears, but when I lived in Fairbanks, I worked for Wilderness Search and Rescue.” He takes on a more serious tone, and the hint of some intriguing past flashes in his green eyes but then darts away.
    “Cynthia loves to fish,” Mom says, bringing me into the limelight. I love her.
    I quit fishing because it’s too boyish, though Willa and I love to go with Dad. Other than gardening, it’s his favorite pastime.
    “You do?” Shane’s gaze wanders all over me like a hot poker, and when his fingers graze the nape of my neck, I almost fall into his lap. So what if there’s a strong physical attraction. That doesn’t mean he’s marriage material, but sex and the big O, that’s a possibility.
    “Yes,” I say in my most seductive voice while dragging my tongue over my lower lip.
    As he studies me, his gaze flicking along my mouth then dropping to my breasts, he draws in deep breaths while that cocky grin upturns his mouth. His fingers twirl in the gold chain on my neck, tingling the sensitive skin and prickling the hairs.
    “What year are you in college?” Shane asks, his fingers leaving a trail of burning coals on my skin while he uses his other hand to swig his beer.
    Fay laughs while I glance at Mom to see if I can get away with a white lie. She gives a small shake of the head.
    I sigh. “I’m sixteen, but I turn seventeen in another two months.”
    “Sixteen?” he