"God, Diesel," she breathes, starting a slow, rolling rhythm that avoids putting pressure on my ribs. "You feel so good inside me."
Words fail me as pleasure builds, as her movements grow more confident, more demanding. I reach between us to where we're joined, finding her clit with my thumb, circling in time with her rhythm.
She throws her head back, a cry escaping her throat as I touch her. Her pace increases, control slipping as desire takes over. I keep my thumb where she needs it, watching in awe as she chases her pleasure, using my body for her satisfaction.
"That's it," I encourage, fighting my own climbing release. "Take what you need, Sandra. Give me a show."
Her rhythm falters, her inner muscles clenching around me as she reaches her peak. The sight of her coming undone above me, because of me, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Diesel," she cries, my name a prayer on her lips as she shudders through her release.
Before she's fully recovered, I grip her hips, careful of my ribs as I thrust up into her, chasing my own completion. It doesn't take long—not with the way she's still pulsing around me, not with three weeks of wanting built up between us.
I come hard, her name falling from my lips as pleasure crashes over me in waves. She collapses forward onto my chest, mindful even in the aftermath of not putting weight on my injured side.
For long moments, we just breathe together, connected in the most intimate way possible, letting our heartbeats slow to normal.
"Worth the wait," she finally murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
"Definitely." I stroke her back, loving the feel of her skin beneath my fingers. "Though maybe next time we try a position that lets me do some of the work."
She laughs, the vibration of it traveling through both our bodies. "Deal."
Later, showered and dressed, we sit on the cabin's porch, watching the sun sink behind the mountains. Her head rests on my shoulder, my arm around her waist, a quiet contentment settling between us.
"Vancouver PD called today," I tell her, breaking the comfortable silence. "Vanessa's taking a plea deal. Ten to fifteen years, no chance of early release."
Sandra looks up at me, searching my face. "How do you feel about that?"
It's a good question. One I've been asking myself since the call. "Relieved," I say finally. "Not just that she's going away, but that it's over. Really over this time."
"And Ric? Her brother?"
"Parole denied," I say with grim satisfaction. "Without Vanessa's plan to discredit my testimony, he's staying right where he is."
She nods, settling back against me. "Good."
Another silence falls, this one contemplative rather than simply comfortable. There's something I've been wanting to ask her, something that's been on my mind since the day Vanessa was arrested. Now, with that chapter firmly closed, it feels like the right time.
"Sandra," I begin, heart suddenly pounding. "I've been thinking."
"Dangerous," she teases, but her tone is gentle.
"Yeah, well." I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. "This cabin. It's going to be beautiful when we're done with it."
"It already is," she says, looking back at the structure behind us. "Just needs some finishing touches."
"And I've been helping a lot," I continue, following the path I've rehearsed in my head. "Been here almost every day, even when I should have been resting."
She sits up straighter, turning to face me fully. "Because you're stubborn as hell and can't stand doing nothing."
"Because I like being where you are," I correct, taking her hand in mine. "Because more and more, this place feels like home."
Her eyes widen slightly, understanding dawning. "Diesel..."
"I know it's fast," I push on before I lose my nerve. "Three months ago, you were engaged to someone else. Two months ago, we hadn't even met. But I've never been more certain of anything in my life." I squeeze her hand, holding her gaze. "I loveyou, Sandra Hemmings. And I want to wake up with you every day, in this cabin or mine or wherever you want to be. I want a life with you."
Tears fill her eyes, but the smile blooming across her face is radiant. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
