“That’s what you brought?” I say with a laugh when I see the size of her suitcase. “How many dancing pug pajamas did you bring?”
“You can never have too many dancing pug pajamas,” she says as she struggles to pull the behemoth suitcase down the two steps that lead to the driveway.
I just watch with my hands in my pockets and my heart in my throat as she awkwardly struggles to drag it to her car. She looks at me expectantly after she pops the trunk, but I don’t move.
I’m not helping her leave. I can’t.
“A little help here, big boy?” she asks. “Unless you want me to break my spine right after my ankle healed?”
I don’t move.
“Okay,” she says as she bends over and tries to pick it up. With a grunt, she tries to lift it, but she ends up slipping on the ice and falling on top of it.
I’d laugh if my heart wasn’t breaking.
She gets up, dusts herself off with a nervous giggle and then tries it again. This time, she manages to get the suitcase off the ground, but then she slips backward onto her ass and the huge thing falls down on top of her.
I rush over and easily lift it off. She’s blushing in embarrassment as she looks up at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a cutting tone.
“Lying on the cold ice and freezing my ass.”
“No,” I say as I toss her suitcase into the trunk. “Why are you leaving?”
She pushes up to a seated position and starts fidgeting with her purple woolen mittens. “It’s Sunday. The week is over.”
I sit down in front of her, crossing my legs as she looks at her mittens. “It doesn’t have to be over. It’s not over for me.”
Tears start rolling down her cheeks as she avoids my eyes. My stomach starts churning. She can’t go.
“Lily,” I say as I gently touch her chin and lift it up until she’s looking into my eyes. Her blue eyes are all watery and making my heart ache. It’s painful to see her cry. “Don’t go.”
“But I’m not brave like you,” she says as her chin quivers. “I don’t live on mountains and do whatever I want. I’m not the type to quit my job and go after my dreams. I don’t have the courage to give up everything for a man I’ve only known for a week even if my heart is begging me to.”
I lean in and give her a soft kiss. Her body shudders and I lick her salty tears off my lips when I pull away.
“You are brave,” I tell her. “You wrote a whole book in a week. Most people don’t do that in their entire lives even though they say they will. You jumped in a freezing cold river. You chopped wood. You seduced me.”
“I think you’re remembering that last part wrong,” she says with a laugh.
“Maybe,” I say as my chest tightens. “But you did make me fall in love with you.”
It’s true. She has.
The man who could never get along with anyone, who had to escape from society—escape from people—and live in the mountains by himself has fallen in love. I still can’t believe it.
Her beautiful blue eyes widen and her back straightens as she looks at me in shock.
“I love you, Lily. I really do.”
“But…”
“No buts,” I say. “I want you to stay on this mountain, with me. Please don’t tell me no.”
I can see her brain working, trying to come up with a reason why it won’t work. There are so many reasons, but there’s one reason to stay that trumps all the others. I love her.
And I think she loves me.
“It’s only been a week,” she finally says.
“The best week of my life,” I quickly add. “And I think it’s been a pretty good week for you too.”
“It has,” she whispers.
“Good enough to throw away your old life for?”
She looks at me for a long moment and then finally her lips curl up into a smile.
“Yeah,” she says, looking more sure as she stares into my eyes. “Good enough to take a chance on a happily ever after.”
I lean forward and kiss her so hard that it will destroy any lingering doubts.
“So, you’ll stay?” I ask when we finally pull away.
She nods. “I’ll stay.”
I take a breath of relief and let my back fall onto the ice. I’m staring up at the blue sky as fluffy flakes of snow come floating down all around me.
This mountain just got a whole lot sweeter.
And my life got a whole lot more exciting.
Lily climbs on top of me with a grin on her face and I smile as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close right where she belongs.
And right where she’s going to stay forever.
Epilogue
Lily
One year later…
“Don’t lie to me, Angie,” I say as I anxiously rub my swollen belly. “I’m nine months pregnant and way too emotionally fragile for any tricks.”
“I’m not lying, Lily,” my new agent says over the line. She’s calling from New York (that’s right, I have a New York agent!). “They absolutely loved it. They want to buy the book and option your next three novels!”
The phone slips out of my trembling hands and bounces on the floor with a thunk.
I sold a book?
I. Sold. A. Book!
A scream rips out of my throat as I throw my hands in the air in triumph. I’d jump around the cabin like Tom Cruise on Oprah, but let’s be real, I’m nine months pregnant. I’m physically unable to leave the ground. So, I just scream at the top of my lungs instead.
“Oh no!” I say with a gasp when I realize that Angie is still talking.
I waddle over to the phone and brace myself on the couch as I awkwardly bend down to pick it up. This kid needs to be born yesterday so I can get my body back.
“Hold on, Angie,” I say when I finally pick it up. “Start over.”
“From where?”
“From the beginning.”
She laughs. “Okay. You sold a book to Seal Skin Publishing.”
I throw my head back and scream again.
“Are you finished?” she asks with a chuckle.
“Not even close,” I say as my pulse races. I’m an author. A real, legit, professional author.
The back door slams open and Jayden rushes in with an ax in his hand. It’s the dead of winter, but he’s shirtless as usual.
“What’s wrong?” he says as he places the ax on the counter and comes to me. “Is the baby coming?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head as he grabs my arms. “Better.”
“Better than a baby?” he asks, looking at me funny.
“Okay, well maybe not better than a baby, but close.” This is my baby. I don’t expect him to understand.
God, he’s hot. He’s all sweaty and his muscles are jacked up as he waits for me to elaborate. I’m just standing there gawking at him. It’s been a year and I still get stunned by his breathtaking view. “What is it?” he asks.
I shake my head out of the clouds and grin. “I sold my book.”
His face lights up. “I knew you would. You’re amazing.”
Angie is still in my ear. “We have a lot to do,” she continues. “They’re going to send over the contract and we have to go over it with a fine-tooth comb. I think we can negotiate the advance up at least…”
My hand slowly drops, bringing the phone down with it when I see the hungry look in Jayden’s sexy brown eyes.
“We have to celebrate.” His voice has that husky edge to it, which always gets me going. My pussy is already throbbing. “I’m going to give you the star author treatment.”
“What’s that?” I ask with a gulp.
He leans in and presses his hard cock against me. I try to lean into him more, but my big belly keeps getting in the way. This kid really needs to vacate the premises now. She’s extremely close to getting an official eviction notice from the fed-up landlord.
Jayden starts kissing my neck as his hand slides up my leg. “I’m going to bring you into
the bedroom and reenact any scene you’d like from your book.”
My mouth drops open with a moan when his hand hits my tingling pussy. He starts rubbing circles on my clit over my pants and I raise up on my toes as he pulls more moans from me.
“Oh shit,” I say with a wince when I remember that I still have my agent on the line. My author career has just started and I’m already acting completely unprofessional.
That sounds about right.
“Angie,” I say into the phone, interrupting her. “I have to call you back.”
“What? No!” she says. “I’m just about to go over the contract.”
“I’ll call you back! It’s an emergency!”
I hang up and refocus on Jayden’s hand. Ohhhh yeah.
“So, what would you like?” he asks between little nibbles of my earlobe. “Chapter six, eight, or eleven?”
I lick my lips as his finger dips into my waistband. “How about all three?”
He groans on my neck. “You got it, Mrs. Famous Author.”
Yes. This day has just gotten even better.
A four-book deal and now Jayden is going to fuck me in every position possible, well, at least the positions I’m able to get into with this massive belly.
He kisses me on the lips and I’m so wet.
Like, incredibly wet.
So wet that my pants are soaking and I’m making a puddle on the floor.
“Did your water just break?” he asks, pulling away as he looks down at the floor.
What?!? Nooooooo!
He’s gripping my arms as I close my eyes and shake my head.
“I didn’t mean you had to get evicted this second,” I whisper to my unborn child. “You couldn’t have given your mama a few hours of fun first?”
“What?” Jayden asks, looking shocked. “Who are you talking to?”
“Never mind,” I say, pushing him away. I shake out my hands and try to shut down the dirty thoughts that are racing through my mind. “Yes, my water broke.”
Jayden springs into action, getting my already packed bag and starting the truck.
I grin as I watch him.
I wanted Chapters six, eight, and eleven, but instead, I got the epilogue where Katie gives birth to Evan’s child.
Oh well. This will be good too!
Epilogue
Lily
9 years later…
“Bye!” I shout as I wave out of the passenger side window.
My two youngest Mason and Aurora wave back, but Lauren my oldest, doesn’t even turn around as she walks toward the school. I guess she’s at that age now.
“Bye Lauren!” I yell out at the top of my lungs. “Mommy loves you so so much!”
She whips her head around with a horrified look on her face and then runs into the school, muttering something under her breath—probably about how embarrassing her mother is.
“You’re evil,” Jayden says with a chuckle as he turns the truck back on.
“Hey,” I say, raising my hands. “You knew that going in, bub. There’s no going back now.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he says with a grin on his sexy lips. I lean back in my seat and watch him with a smile on my face as he drives away from the school.
It’s been a decade with this rugged mountain man and every day has felt like a dream.
I still can’t believe that I came into the mountains for solitude and came out with a man. Talk about finding love in unlikely places…
We’re still living in his cabin, but after Mason was born, he built an extension to give us some more room. I’m making more than enough with my book sales to get another place, but we just love it too much. It’s our home.
Every morning we drive the kids to school together and then spend the rest of the day doing what we love best. We have sex until lunchtime and then Jayden disappears into the forest to do whatever nature shit a rugged mountain man does all day, and I sit down in front of my old faithful typewriter and work on whatever book I’m writing.
So far, I’ve published six. Not bad considering I’ve had three children during that time as well.
Jayden drives through the town and I look out the window until my eyes make their way back to his face, which they always tend to do. His long beard is getting a few strands of gray in it. Every year that I’m in his life, he seems to be getting more. I think it’s a coincidence. He thinks otherwise. But, in his defense, I have been known to give people gray hairs. My parents were both completely gray before I graduated high school. I seem to have that effect on people.
I slip my feet out of my flip flops and put them on the dashboard as I watch him. He shakes his head with a chuckle. “You know that drives me crazy.”
“Do you have a problem with my bare feet?” I ask with a grin.
“No,” he says with a smile. “I have a problem with the smell.”
“My feet do not smell!” I say as I shoot back up into a seated position. I grab his bulge and give it a little squeeze. “Take it back.”
Those sexy brown eyes dart over to mine. “Or what?”
“Or nothing,” I say, “but if you tell me you love my feet, I’ll suck your big cock.”
His eyebrow raises and I feel him start to harden against my palm.
“I love your adorable, precious, sexy as hell feet.”
“That’s more like it,” I say as I adjust my seatbelt and bend over the console between us. He starts filling the truck with deep moans as I press my open palm against his hard shaft and move it up and down over his jeans.
He raises his hips and nearly drives off the road as I unzip his fly and pull out his big thick cock.
My mouth waters as I stare down at the throbbing shaft and swollen purple head that already has pre-cum oozing out of the tiny slit on the top.
“How much do you love my feet?” I ask, teasing him as I squeeze it.
“You’re killing me, Lily,” he groans, sounding like he’s in pain. “Wrap those sweet lips around me before I die.”
I’m about to tease him some more, but when a drop of pre-cum spills down my clenched fingers, I can’t resist anymore. I open up wide and take my man in.
He groans and grabs the back of my head with his strong hand as I wrap my tongue around his cream-coated shaft and work my way up and down, sucking him off. His cock is enormous and my eyes start to water as I press him in as far as he’ll go.
“Fuck, Lily, you know how to suck my cock,” he grunts. “Your mouth feels so damn good. I’m going to cum all over it.”
I start moving my head up and down faster as I squeeze my lips around him. He tastes so good—salty and sexy and it makes my pussy ache with want and need.
His grip on the back of my head tightens and I know he’s close to cumming.
“This is my mouth, girl,” he grunts in that possessive way he gets. It always turns me on so much to hear him talk to me like an obsessed caveman. “Your lips are mine. Your tongue is mine.”
I moan as a fresh taste of pre-cum hits my tongue.
“I’m going to cum in your hot little mouth and then when we get home, I’m going to cum in that pretty little pussy of yours over and over again.”
My whole body is on fire as I suck him off harder. I guess my book won’t be getting done today. Oh, well…
His whole body flexes and I feel his cock tighten in my hand a second before he pulses hot spurts of cum all over the inside of my mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan as I swallow him down.
I slowly drag my lips and tongue up and down his shaft until it’s too much and he pushes me off.
I’m grinning as I wipe the corner of my lips with my finger, watching him as he tries to drive straight up the secluded mountain road. His head is dropped back on the headrest and he’s got a hazy look in his eyes.
I hope he’s not done, because his horny little wife is very wet for him.
He looks at me with a satisfied grin, but there’s still hunger in those eyes. He’s not done. He’s never truly s
atisfied until he’s gotten me off. Multiple times.
Jayden tucks his cock back into his pants as we approach the Miller cabin. New renters are unloading their car in the driveway.
“Damn city folk” I whisper as I wave to them with a big smile on my face. “How dare they trespass on our mountain?”
Jayden laughs as he turns to me. “I know, right. Sometimes they never leave.”
I grin back at him. “Lucky for you.”
He smiles and nods. “Yeah. Lucky for me.”
And lucky for me too because when we arrive home, I can tell from the heated look Jayden gives me that we’re not getting any work done today.
It’s going to be a sex marathon until the kids get home.
Mountain life…
…best kind of life there is!
Epilogue
Lily
Thirty years later…
My knee is bouncing up and down in excitement as the limo pulls up the familiar mountain road. I’m finally returning home after my latest book tour around the country. One-hundred and twenty-five book stores in fifty-six cities in only sixty-two days.
I need a nap. I need a shower. I need a hot home-cooked meal.
But most of all…
I need my sexy mountain man on top of me, making me scream and reminding me why I do all of this in the first place.
This last book was number forty-two.
Forty-two New York Times bestsellers, four books adapted into movies, one book adapted into a TV series, and every single one of them dedicated to and inspired by my perfect-for-me mountain man husband, Jayden Rowe.
I whip open the door of the limo when the driver pulls up in front of our house and jump out with my heart racing in excitement.
Jayden is standing on the porch with a grin on his face.
He’s still sexier than ever. He still gets me as hot as he did when we were younger.
His beard is all gray now and his long hair is a sexy salt and pepper. My fingertips start tingling when I see it, already imagining slipping my hands into it as he kisses me.
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