Elizabeth Raines by Their Princess Page A

let Thama play her little game. Maybe one day, Syla can go home again.” The words sounded convincing, even if he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever leave his farm. His years of chasing intrigue were over—dead and buried with Kimini. How could he expect a future queen to give up her throne to stay in the wilderness?
    “Thanks, Luka. I knew you’d help.”
    He knew Jake well enough to read more into those simple words— a lot more. “I said you could stay with me. I didn’t say I’d go back to Trilan with you two.”
    “You will,” Jake insisted. “When the time’s right, I know you will. She’s already getting to you, isn’t she?”
    Not ready to even think about what this new woman meant to him, Luka let the question go unanswered. Only time would tell if the spark he felt for Syla turned into a flame.
    “The food is ready!” Syla’s voice called from the house.
    Luka clapped Jake on the shoulder. “As good as that smells, I might just fall in love with her if she keeps cooking for us.” He followed the flip statement with a wink.
    “Cooking or not, you’ll fall in love with her,” Jake insisted. “She’s too easy to love.”

Chapter 6
     
    The sun rose far too early for Jake’s taste.
    He stretched his arms over his head, a bit surprised that Syla wasn’t using his shoulder as a pillow like she usually did. The woman was a cuddler—something he found endearing. A quick glance to his left proved she was still a cuddler. She’d just chosen to use Luka as her pillow this morning.
    The three weeks the three of them had spent together had flown by. Away from the pressures and demands of palace life, Syla thrived. She’d quickly learned many of the chores around the farm, and had people watched her dragging around buckets of grain or hoeing a row of vegetables, they’d never guess she was of royal blood. Although she worried about her father and hated some of the Trilanis believing she’d ever be involved in any plans that could hurt the king, she was more relaxed than Jake had ever seen her.
    Despite Luka’s initial reticence, he’d quickly accepted Syla—just as Jake knew he would. That very first night, it had been Luka who suggested that, since they’d already been intimate, there was no reason to pretend they weren’t all going to end up in his big bed together. There was, after all, only one bedroom.
    So like Luka to use a practical excuse rather than admit he was attracted to Syla. And Jake never once doubted that Luka was still in love with him.
    The three of them had fallen into a nice rhythm for each day. Syla cooked for them—not because the men asked her to, but because she genuinely enjoyed the task. Luka and Jake did the grunt work on the farm, but Syla helped. Luka had really made a nice place for himself, and Jake and Syla fit in seamlessly. The farm ran like clockwork, and the three of them were in sync in almost every way.
    But the bliss couldn’t last.
    Not only would the calm eventually become boring, Syla would have to go back to Trilan. The crown was her birthright, and no matter how content the three of them were to live together in the middle of nowhere, her heart would always be on her home planet with her people.
    Jake rolled to spoon against her back. He’d awakened hungry for his lovers. While the three of them might not have the same goals for the future, they shared a sexual connection that was unequaled. Sure, he, Luka, and Kimini had enjoyed each other, but the closeness Syla brought to the men surpassed that level. They had something very, very special going, and Jake never wanted it to end—wherever they decided to live.
    He rubbed his hard cock against her tight ass as he nibbled the soft flesh of her neck.
    She moaned and ground her backside against him.
    Now if only Luka would wake up…
    As if on cue, Luka groaned and rolled toward Syla, capturing her mouth for a hot kiss. Since everyone seemed on board with making love, Jake slipped his