by Vivian Arend
Sheer relief flooded him. “I’m not disappointed in anything about us being together,” he said again.
Becky nodded. “I know. And someday, well, maybe I’ll be ready for more.”
She trusted him. She loved him. Trevor took a step of faith and pushed aside his fears. “What do you say to a test run tonight? Sort of to make sure we’ve got some practice?”
Her eyes lit up. “That’s what I was thinking…”
“Because you’re brilliant as well as beautiful.” He turned her into the light, watching candlelight flicker over her face, lighting up her eyes with love. “Becky Hall, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
A shaky breath escaped her, as if she’d been prepared to fight for a lot longer. “Oh, Trevor, yes. I love you so much.”
He had to have been to a dozen weddings over his lifetime, but damn if he could remember what the official words were supposed to be. So he took both her hands again, turning her until the candlelight lit her face. Then he said what he needed to say.
“I remember that first time I saw you, standing on the ridge of this house. My heart nearly stopped, because I wanted to make sure you were safe and at the same time, I wanted to shake you. You know what? Every second of every day since then has been filled with those same emotions.”
A laugh snuck out from her perfect lips. “You caught me.”
“Just as much as you caught me.” He lifted their hands so he could kiss her fingers. “You make me feel protective; you make me laugh. You make my heart beat so damn fast my head starts to spin, and then you bring me right back down to earth and give me roots when you look at me with those big eyes all full of trust.”
Like she was looking at him now, staring into his heart.
“I will always be there for you,” he promised. “No matter what the future brings.”
Shining eyes, shaking fingers. Becky stroked a hand over his cheek, his unshaved stubble rough against her soft skin.
She didn’t seem to mind.
“I will always be there for you,” she repeated. “No matter what the future brings.”
Best damned vows he’d ever heard.
They stood staring at each other before Becky wiggled on the spot. “I think this is where someone would say you may kiss your bride,” she whispered.
Hell, yeah.
Trevor dipped his head toward her and kissed her softly. The way he would down the road when they did this at the front of a church, with all of his family watching.
And in spite of this being a practice run, he knew damn well the rest of the family was going to want to know the play-by-play of everything that had brought them to this moment.
The rest of the evening, though? Was for them alone.
Starting now.
He deepened the kiss, pulling her against him. He pressed his hand more firmly to her lower back, keeping her so close their bodies barely took up any room.
She trembled under his touch, but when he pulled back he saw nothing but desire flashing in her eyes. Like always—
“Think it’s time I got to unwrap my bride,” he whispered.
Becky stepped back, hands demurely by her sides. “Yes, please.”
He’d said he was going to unwrap her, and that was the closest thing she could compare it to.
Trevor paced around her slowly, kissing her neck, drawing his fingers down the long row of buttons at her back. “How the heck did you get into this thing by yourself?”
“It’s a secret,” she teased. She wasn’t going to tell him there was a hidden zipper along the side. The buttons were there on purpose, to drive him wild.
“It’s going to take me forever to get you undone,” he complained.
She laughed, twisting in his arms to plant a kiss on his pouty lips. “Then I guess you’d better get started.”
He turned her again, smacking her butt lightly. “Maybe what I need is every time I undo a button, I get a kiss.”
“We will be here all night.”
A rumble of amusement escaped him, his fingers brushing the hair at the back of her neck. “I’ll keep count. One. Two…”
His lips settled at the base of her neck, a soft kiss followed by a tiny nip that made her squeal. “No teeth,” she gasped.
“You didn’t include that in the rules. Three…”
This time she felt his tongue, moisture landing along her spine as he undid buttons as rapidly as possible. Gentle as he pushed the dress from her shoulders, setting her skin quivering from his very touch.
“That’s a very pretty dress,” he whispered from his position behind her, tugging the fabric away as she stepped out of it. His lips caressing the slope of her back.
“It’s my wedding dress. I wanted it to be pretty, but something I could wear any time we have a special occasion.”
He hummed in approval, but she wasn’t sure if it was about the dress or about the fact he’d stood, now close behind her, hands placed on either side of her hips. He tucked his chin over her shoulder, the scruff on his face scratching the soft skin of her neck and sending shivers racing.
“You wear this pretty underwear any time you want. I promise I’ll always make it a special occasion when I take it off you.”
Those shivers he’d started continued as he trailed his fingers up her ribs and below her breasts, cupping her carefully as he bit down on her shoulder. Massaging the weight of her, his thumbs and forefingers catching her nipples, making them tighten with need.
Becky let her head fall back on his shoulder as he played. One moment her bra was there, the next it was gone as his hands returned this time to bare skin.
Making love like this was right. It might not be typical, but it was right for them.
His erection pressed her hip, thick and heavy, and she rubbed back, teasing him, knowing what they’d have in the end would leave them both satisfied and connected.
Perfect for them, just like his vows of love, and all the signs of caring he’d shown her over the past months.
“Something about you, Rodeo, fits me. The way you smell. The way you taste.” He skimmed his hand down her hip, catching hold of her panties dragging them away. “The way you feel. I love everything about you.”
He turned her, staying on his knees.
“That’s a good look,” she teased.
“The way you taste, the way you smell,” he repeated back, cupping his hands around her butt and pulling her to his mouth.
Oh, she had no objections at all to the way the evening was progressing. This was the way making love was supposed to be. Unique and special, everything she wanted it to be.
It was their first time. In a way.
She drew her fingers through his hair, luxuriating in his attention as he played with her clit, teasing it lightly with his tongue until her legs grew so shaky she could barely stand. “Trevor, I’m going to fall over,” she warned.
He scooped her up and laid her on the bed, returning between her legs as if he were starving. He didn’t stop until she was quivering, the orgasm ripping through her taking out all control.
Becky sucked for air. “That…was amazing.”
“Just wait, I’m not done.”
She didn’t want to wait. When he would have teased her more, Becky rolled over him, taking control. She pressed her hands to his chest and pinned him in place, sliding her sex over his cock. She was wet enough the motion was smooth, rubbing them together like sexual kindling.
Teasing him made her body light on fire as well. Trevor’s eyes nearly rolled out of his head. “Fuck.”
“We’re going to,” she promised. She tilted her head and gave him the most provocative smolder she could. “At least the way we fuck. I promise to be gentle with you.”
His laughter rang out, perfect and strong, so much a part of them as it poured over the bed. He gripped her arms carefully and rolled again, his body over hers a soothing weight of firm muscle and passion.
“Forever,” he promised.
Their lips met as the tiny candles all over the room sent flickers of starlight dancing on the walls. This was where she belonged, with this man and in this place. A paradise not formed by human rules or twisted ambition.
A paradise made by love.
Trevor slipped his cock between her closed thighs, angling to rub her clit on each motion. Experimenting had given them a multitude of positions they enjoyed, each offering pleasure in its own way. Right now he was wrapped around her like a cocoon, a strong barrier that nothing but love could get through.
There was no place in this bed for nightmares or the past.
He stared into her eyes, love and laughter shining in the depths. “Welcome to married life, Ms. Hall.”
“Coleman. I’m taking your name,” she told him, shuddering as they lined up just right. “Oh my goodness, that feels perfect.”
Trevor pulled his hips back slightly, rocking forward so slowly she felt every single inch. Pleasure cascaded, and she moaned, flexing her hips to get more of the sensation. Every bit of pleasure he’d given her up until this moment amped up ten times over.
“Shit.” He stilled, hips tight to her hers. “Give me a second.”
The words came out tortured, and she looked up anxiously to find his face screwed up tight as if he was in pain. “Trevor?”
“Oh, fuck.” He offered a wry smile. “How the hell do you do this to me? I barely touch you, and I’m ready to burst. We might have to fool around a few times because I’m going to be a little fast on the trigger this first go-round.”
Becky laughed, the sound filling the room, turning into a sigh of pleasure as he thrust against her, not holding back.
She had no complaints about how fast they were going, because no way could she last, either. His hands skimmed the sensitive tips of her nipples, drifting over her stomach as he kissed her. Seducing her senses with his lips and teeth and tongue. And touch—his cock connected with her clit over and over, and it was no longer pleasure stroking her, it was wild fire, burning away all her inhibitions and dragging her willingly to the precipice with him.
Anywhere he took her, she’d go.
They were rocking the bed, his thrusts powerful and yet loving as he looked into her eyes and made love to her. Every bit of him focused on her, on them together.
Before Trevor she’d never understood what it meant to be one body. It had nothing to do with a physical act—had everything to do with what was in their hearts and souls.
They came at the same time…or maybe not. Maybe she fell first, and then him, or the other way around—Becky wasn’t sure because she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Sexual satisfaction burned through her, deep emotional connection tangling them into no longer Trevor and Becky, but one person.
“Trevor.”
His name came out the closest thing to a prayer that she’d uttered since the night she’d run away.
He pressed his forehead to hers, and it was so familiar and right as their eyes met. “Rodeo.”
She squeezed his shoulders and curled into him, delight playing in her heart echoing the warm light from the flickering candles. A dance of joy offered by a million fireflies.
They lay there for a long time, stroking each other’s arms and gazing into each other’s eyes before Trevor traced his finger over her lips. Swallowing hard before he spoke.
“I know you’re the one who fell off the roof, but I’m the one who fell even harder. You’ve changed my life. Forever.”
It was the perfect benediction for what had turned out to be the perfect night.
“Forever,” she whispered.
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About the Author
Vivian Arend has been around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water. When challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one.
Now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Rocky Mountain Shelter
Copyright © 2015 by Vivian Arend
ISBN: 978-1-941456-11-8
Edited by Anne Scott
Cover by Angela Waters
Proofed by Sharon Muha
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations.
First electronic publication: November 2015
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Contents
Title Page
Summary
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
About the Author
Copyright
Contents
Table of Contents
Rocky Mountain Shelter
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
About the Author
Copyright
Contents
Vivian Arend, Rocky Mountain Shelter
