Free Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) by Diana Downey Page B

Shane repaid her debt by giving me a lap dance for my birthday? It was pretty good though. My sex throbs thinking about him rubbing Secretariat against my thigh.
    Panting while my breasts tingle and my clit aches, I should find my husband and seduce him again. It’ll work this time. Unlike Shane, Blake has it all.
    Shane combs his hair with those long, strong fingers of his that I’ve heard from the other sorority sisters is the reason why his jeans hold the Mormon Tabernacle pipe organ. I’ve only bumped up against it while my sisters have seen it firsthand. According to them, he’s quite the exhibitionist in the house shower.
    “Honestly Shane, you’re broke,” Nikita says. “You can’t afford to go now.”
    What? Please back up. I need to hear this. How could someone spend 500 million in a few short weeks? Even I’m not that good.
    “We’ve had this planned for months,” he says. “It’s already paid for. I’ll make the money back when I start a new business. You told me you were coming.”
    Don’t grovel, not for her. It’s not you, Shane.
    He was a millionaire a week ago—a multimillionaire. What the hell happened? My curiosity spikes, and my ear leans toward them.
    “I’m through with you.” Nikita stands and stalks off, her arms swinging and her nose bunched up in a little hissy fit.
    Nikita glances my way. Her scowl makes me grin back at her. I wave, get up, and slip on my shoes. She stomps inside, leaving without proper adieus, while poor Shane slumps into a chair and takes a long pull on his beer—unrefined to the core. He should be guzzling down the free champagne like the rest of my guests. Plenty of my sorority sisters would take him home. Gina’s been begging him for years.
    Shane doesn’t even once look my way. Instead he peels the label from the beer bottle. I don’t wish him unhappiness. He came to my aid without blinking, but he’s not my worry. This is my day. Though I’d love to know what happened to all those millions, I wander back inside to meet and greet my guests.
    The rest of the afternoon goes perfectly without any interruptions from Shane, and Nikita has left the wedding. Blake and I cut the cake. We have our first dance as bride and groom on the dance floor setup on the lawn where a live band plays. I also dance with Dad and Felipe Fuentes at his request. The drug lord dances with his mother and then Maria Fuentes titters away in his arms.
    Blake unfurls my garter to throw to his men while I drink enough champagne to get up the nerve to ask Shane to dance and grill him for information on how he blew a half billion. Since his girlfriend dumped him, I’ll offer my sympathy or my congratulations, whichever he prefers.
    I seek him out. He sits on a chair at an empty table and spins a bottle of bubbles—Fay’s idea of a wedding favor. He pulls out the wand and blows some. They float across the room, and Felipe dashes for them. Shane pokes a few and Felipe helps him.
    Without any hesitation, the toddler crawls up onto Shane’s lap to help him blow bubbles. Shane laughs when Felipe stands on his wrinkled dress pants and leaps for the bubbles while Shane keeps him from falling. I need to have another talk with Maria, even though with Shane watching him, Felipe is perfectly safe.
    This is good. Shane cannot leave with Felipe holding him down. Hitching up the skirt of my dress, I walk toward them, and Shane looks up at me, distaste puckering his chapped lips.
    I extend my hand. “Would you care to dance with the bride?”
    He snorts out a laugh. He fists his champagne glass like a caveman. “Not particularly.”
    Felipe scrunches up his nose and punches Shane’s chest. “Not nice,” Felipe says.
    Shane laughs again, lifting Felipe into the air.
    The toddler lets out a whoop. “Again,” he cries, so Shane obliges.
    “Are you going to deny me on my wedding day?” How else am I going to find out what happened between Nikita and him?
    “Princess, don’t make me. The