"Harlon—"
"I've got you, sweetheart." I grip her hips and ass, helping her move. "Take my cock like a good baby girl."
That has her climaxing in seconds with my name on her lips.
I follow her over, my release hitting so hard I nearly pull a muscle.
Afterward, we lie tangled in a heap.
She laughs contentedly and I want to stay in this bed with her forever, just the two of us.
But eventually we get up, pulling on the Inn's plush robes, spreading our haul from the general store in front of us.
Piper pops a grape in her mouth, then puts one in mine.
I hand her a cracker with cheese.
We eat and talk, and she tells me about the new app she's working on—something about trail conditions and wildlife sightings. I just listen, thrilled to be able to be part of her world.
"How's the park looking this season?" she asks.
"Busy. Tourist season never really ends anymore." I pull her closer. "But I don't mind. Means I get to come home to you every night."
She snuggles into me, yawning. "Best part of my day is when you walk through that door."
Outside, snow continues to fall, and I hold her as her breathing evens out, drifting to sleep safe and warm in my arms.
The nerves hit around 3 a.m. and don't let up.
What if she says no? What if it's too soon? What if she wants to wait?
Except I know Piper. Know the way she looks at me, the way she talks about our future like it's a foregone conclusion. She wants this as much as I do.
Still. I’m a mess.
By the time pale light creeps through the window, I'm wide awake, watching her sleep. She's beautiful like this—relaxed, peaceful, her hair across the pillow.
Mine. Forever, if she'll have me.
She stirs, eyes fluttering open. "Morning."
"Morning." I brush hair from her face. "Sleep okay?"
"Mm-hm. You?"
"Great," I lie.
If she knows I’m lying she doesn't call me on it. Instead, she stretches, the robe falling open just enough to show me a hint of creamy bare skin to be distracting. "Coffee?"
I press my lips together. "Yeah, let's get dressed."
We pull on clothes and head downstairs. The Inn's breakfast setup is modest but delicious—fresh coffee, pastries, fruit. We load up and Piper suggests what I was hoping she would.
"Can we sit on the porch? I want to watch the snow."
I think…this is it.
We bundle up and step outside. The porch is quiet, peaceful, the town just waking up. Snow falls in gentle curtains, and the morning light makes everything glow.
