Still, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when we landed. “I’ll get used to flying, I promise. Although I think you like having my nails stab you. You never complain about it, although it usually happens in situations that look much different than this.”
“Like when we’re both naked?” He leaned forward and bit my lip. “You’re right. I do enjoy the pain. But the pain isn’t really pain. It’s more like foreplay.”
“So is this.” I ran my fingers through his beard, the inside of my thighs craving the sharp, pointy ends.
“Oh, I know how much your pussy loves my beard.”
I blushed. “In ways I can’t even describe.”
The pilots jammed on the brakes, and the high speed caused my hands to return to Walker’s arm. But this time, I didn’t pierce his skin. I just held on and leaned against his chest.
A spot that was more comfortable and comforting than the pillows and blanket and slippers.
Once we fully stopped, the flight attendant opened the door and lowered the stairs, and Walker stood, holding out his hand for me to grab.
As my fingers linked with his, I said, “Hold on. I’m wearing slippers. Should I change into my shoes?”
“No need to.”
“Are you sure?”
He chuckled. “I’m positive.”
I followed him through the jet, thanking the flight attendant as we passed her and the pilots who were coming out of the cockpit.
And as soon as I stood at the top of the staircase, looking outside, I took in the view. “Oh my God.” My hand went to my chest as I realized what this could possibly mean. “Walker …”
“Welcome to the mountains of Montana, baby.”
I slowly looked at him.
I didn’t want to guess why we were here or where, within the mountains, he was going to take me. I didn’t want my brain to spiral with any ideas.
I just wanted to take it all in.
“It’s stunning.”
“Not as stunning as my view.” He smiled as he gazed at me. “We have about a twenty-minute ride ahead of us. Come on.”
An SUV was parked right next to the staircase, and Walker escorted me to the back seat, letting me climb in first before he got in behind me. I attempted to sit on the far side, but he pulled me toward the middle, his arm tightly around me.
“You should have seen your face when you looked outside.” He pulled my head toward his lips and kissed my temple.
“Is it still showing shock? Because that’s how I feel. Completely, utterly shocked.” As I spoke, I stared out the window. The peaks were covered in snow, the rest of the mountains a blast of color—deep eggplant and indigo and emerald. “I’ve seen mountains before. We lived in a mountain town once. But those looked nothing like these.”
“You’re going to have an up-close look at them soon.”
“I don’t even know what that means”—my hand went to his chest—“and I don’t want to. Don’t tell me anything. I want all of this to play out just how you intended.”
He chuckled, pulling me even closer, and I kept my gaze on the windshield, watching the street go from multiple lanes to only one, the road then weaving around the side of the mountain. The SUV began to slow as it pulled down a dirt path, the pine trees thickening the lower we went until we came to a stop.
“Walker …” I slid toward the end of the seat, my mouth dropping as I realized what I was looking at. “This house … it looks just like Leslie’s painting. Even the color of the house, the style—all of it.”
“I know.”
I turned toward him. “She didn’t base her painting on an actual house, her imagination created one. How did you find this? Oh my God, you didn’t build this, did you?”
He opened the door to the back seat, and when he got out, he held his hand toward me and grasped my fingers. “I’m going to answer everything, but first, you’re coming withme.”
