Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Everything has to be perfect. I’m meeting your family for the first time. I need to shower and change. I need an acceptable outfit for our date.”
“Good idea. I’ll help you.” I don’t even work to keep the lust out of my voice. It’s not my fault. The things this woman does to me with just a glance.
She holds up her hand. “Oh, no. If you help me, we’ll never be ready.”
I frown and follow her into the bathroom. “Let me try anyway.”
She takes a long, warm shower that I help her through. I even make sure to clean her pussy with my tongue, loving the way she floods my face with her juices. When she’s ridden my face to completion and she’s panting, I wrap her in a towel and take her into our bedroom.
“I’m really glad you’re here now.” I press a kiss to her lips.
I make love to her slowly. It’s different now. The first time we were together, there was a desperate edge. I thought I wasn’t going to get another chance. After that, it was with relief that she was mine.
But now, it’s different. There’s so much love flowing between us. It wraps around my heart, squeezing tight as I reach for a condom.
She puts a hand on my arm and shakes her head. Her cheeks go red. “I want you to fill me up with your come.”
I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but now I am. I nod and kiss her again, slowly and tenderly until I’m slipping inside of her body and satisfying both of us.
After, I hold her in my arms. These are some of my favorite moments when she’s relaxed in our bed. She stares up at me with awe and wonder written in every line of her face. “You know, we could have made a baby.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I want more than just the ring and the cabin. I want babies that grow up to become this mountain’s next generation of lumberjacks and artists. I want your gray hair and wrinkles and our shaky hands clasped together on the front porch.”
She sighs. “That sounds perfect to me.”
As the sun finally begins setting for the day, I help her into one of her bright, colorful dresses before I grab my jeans and a faded flannel shirt. I can’t believe I’m seeing my family altogether in one place after so long apart. Can’t believe they still want to see me.
We’ve just pulled the food from the oven when Nate shows up with Callie and Danny. Callie is the single mom he met. She was stranded here in Asheville and trying desperately to get to her job in Montana.
He went and picked her and her young son up. He helped them to Silver Bell Hollow in Havenstone, Montana. Then he put a ring on her finger and took her back to Courage County to live with him.
The three of them arrive with some of Callie’s Danish pastries. For the filling, she uses Nate’s jams. They’re thinking of starting a business and selling them. If the scent is anything to go by, they’ll be successful.
Danny gives Joy a wave, breaking into a grin that shows his little teeth. He’s the kind of adorable that makes my chest squeeze tight as I imagine what it would be like to have kids with Joy one day. Fuck, I hope we get that lucky soon.
Callie and Joy are talking about her jams and how she makes her pastries when a sporty little yellow car zooms into the driveway. Emma May bounces out of it and pats her braid. “Have I missed dinner yet?”
“Where did you get the car?” I demand. I love this woman, but I swear, with every passing year, she’s becoming more of a daredevil.
She waves her hand away. “God has blessed me. Now, don’t ask questions.”
Nate doesn’t look convinced that this development is a good one. “Ma, is there going to be a warrant out for you tonight?”
She snorts and reaches for Danny who is already lunging like he can’t wait to throw himself into his grandmother’s arms. “I would never do anything that would take me away from my sweet grandbabies.”
Nate and I exchange a look. We’re going to have to figure out the mystery of the yellow sports car another time because a truck pulls into my driveway. Hunter and Holly spill out of it, laughing and smiling. Their cheeks are red from the cold, and Hunter’s got his shirt on inside out.
“You’re late,” I call out.
Holly’s blush deepens, but Joy isn’t paying attention. She hurries over to give her older sister a big hug.
Hunter smirks. “We blew a tire.”
Nate cranes his head, looking at Hunter’s truck. “Everything looks fine to me. Where’s the donut?”