Wicked Whoopie Pies Addison Moore (the false prince series TXT) 📖

“You scared the hell out of me.” Everett lands a searing kiss to my lips before pulling back. “I’d say never do that again, but I know better.”

“I don’t. I don’t want you to ever do that again, Lottie,” Noah growls my way with his hands firmly holding onto Olive. He shoots Everett a sharp look. “And you shouldn’t either.”

He takes off with Olive and I look up at Everett.

“He’s angry,” I whisper.

Everett nods. “But he’s glad you’re safe. Come on, let’s go cast our votes. We’ve got a prom night to crash.”

“Only if you promise to save a dance for me.”

“You can have every dance.”

He glances to the parking lot and frowns. “Maybe save one for Noah. The last thing we need is an ornery Fox.”

“You’re right. We’ve already got one in the bedroom.”

The Lux Plaza Hotel in Fallbrook is glittering like a jewel as teenagers bop to the raucous music in the ballroom. It’s dimly lit, the music is far too loud, and there’s nary a dessert served up by the Cutie Pie Bakery and Cakery. It’s a sea of boys in tuxedos and girls wearing dresses in a rainbow of parfait colors. The clash of cologne and perfume alone is enough to make your eyes water.

“There she is.” Charlie points to the far left, and sure enough, we see Evie dancing with a group of girls. Next to her is Dash—and it seems to be Dash is the one with a crown on her head.

“Aw, it looks as if Dash won junior prom queen,” I say.

Everett nods. “And I’m sure Evie is more than happy for her.”

Charlie tugs down her short little black dress. “You kids hang out on the sidelines. Since I’m an official chaperone, I plan on teaching these girls how it’s done.” She wastes no time in gyrating her way to the dance floor.

“Hold up, Cha Cha. I’ve got a few moves left in me, too.” Carlotta is about to take off, but I catch her by the wrist.

“Carlotta, why in the world were you and Charlie strangling each other back at church?”

“Strangling?” Noah lifts a brow intrigued. “Carlotta, I’d watch that one. I wouldn’t put it past her to slap you with assault charges.”

Everett nods. “And then she’ll hire a top-notch attorney to make sure you do time.”

Carlotta scowls in Charlie’s general direction. “It wouldn’t be the first time she threw me under the legal bus. But let’s just say we have enough dirt on one another that neither one of us is willing to rock the boat. Save your handcuffs for Lot Lot, Foxy. They don’t call Cha Cha the Teflon Con for nothing.” She sails off and heads straight for Evie.

“Carlotta!” I hiss. “Evie’s going to see us,” I say, pulling Noah and Everett off to a darkened alcove.

Everett leans in. “Carlotta just called her own daughter a con.”

“She would know,” I say. “She raised her.”

Noah glowers at the crowd. “And she raised her to be a con. I see a table full of cookies. I say we check out the competition. I’ll sneak over and grab a few.” He doesn’t waste time before taking off.

Everett lands a kiss to my lips just as something in his pocket buzzes between us.

“Whoa.” I jump back, laughing. “I guess you really liked that kiss.”

His lips curve. “You do things to me, Lemon.” He fishes his phone out and his expression darkens immediately. “I have to take this. I’ll just be a moment.” He takes off just as the lights dim even lower, the music takes a moody turn, and electric blue spotlights swirl over the dance floor.

It’s so dark in the corner I’ve landed myself in I can hardly see my hand over my face, and the music, the ethereal blue spotlights dancing over the crowd has me rocking back and forth, contentedly mesmerized as the night winds down.

I can’t wait to get Everett home. Keelie is right. We need to steal whatever moments we can, wherever we can. We can’t let Lyla Nell drive the bus when it comes to our alone time. She’s liable to crash it while suckling on my bosom and giggling herself into a conniption.

Nope.

The bus stops here.

Sorry, Lyla Nell. Mommy and Daddy are about to be sneaky.

A pair of arms floats around my waist.

“Good, you’re back,” I say, grabbing him by the tie and dancing us back a few feet toward the wall. “Now kiss me. I’ve always wanted to make out at prom. Get ready to make my dreams come true.” I pull his head to mine and start in on a smooching session to end all smooching sessions. Everett’s body goes rigid and his lips aren’t nearly as welcoming as they were just a few minutes ago, then as if he were acquiescing, his lips warm to mine and he pulls me in tight with an aggressive fervor.

Everett’s kisses taste like springtime personified and… cookies?

“Lemon?” a voice calls from behind and I jump back—jump out of my skin, only to find a blue cast on Noah Fox’s face as he stands before me.

He sheds a sheepish smile. “I tried to stop her, Everett, but she was relentless.”

“Oh, you.” I swat him on the chest.

Everett pulls me close. “She is relentless. Relentlessly mine.”

The music shifts once again to something quicker paced, and I pull both Noah and Everett in and we squeeze in a quick dance before heading back to Honey Hollow.

I thank my mother profusely for watching Lyla Nell before putting her to bed in the nursery and turning up the baby monitor full volume in my bedroom.

And wouldn’t you know it? Everett and I work furtively to squeeze in another far more private dance for the evening, and miracle of all miracles, we manage to find our way to one another once again.

And boy—WOW, holy good stuff up in heaven—was that ever worth the wait.

It turns out, Everett’s night moves are just as delicious as ever. That body of