Every inch of the original woodhad been restored, the floors (if they couldn’t be saved) had been replaced and seamlessly integrated into the original hardwoods. The kitchen had major water damage, so it ended up having to be gutted, but when they replaced it, they’d modernized the hell out of it but kept the historic charm. They’d also finished the basement, so there was a huge bonus room, a bedroom with its own bathroom, plus two other bedrooms and bathroom which would mean we could expand our family.
“Ready for your surprise?” Snarl asked.
I grinned wide. “I’m beginning to love your surprises.”
He laughed, taking my hand and leading me out the back door next to the kitchen. There was a brand newdeck with both stairs and a ramp with handrails for safety and then the cutest little tiny home very close to our detached garage.
“Is this a mancave or a she-shed?” I asked.
“It’s for Shirley.”
Tears immediately threatened to start as I looked up at him. “What?”
He smiled gently. “It’s all one level, although, there’s a loft for future use, but for now, she can utilize the two bedrooms, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. I’ve talked to her about it, and she can live out her days here without paying a dime. Kadance can live downstairs until she figures out what she wants to do. And we can all have family dinners together every night. Or not. Whatever y’all want to do.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears, and I threw myself into his arms. “I love, love, love you so much.”
“Can’t wait to marry you, honey.”
“Can’t wait to marry you either,” I said.
Snarl had proposed to me in Kenya as the sun was setting, and it had been the most romantic moment of my life.
“Let me give you a tour,” he said after kissing me gently. “The boys are moving Granny in tomorrow. I bought her a new recliner, and a sofa I won’t break, but that’s about all that’s in this space right now.”
I nodded and followed him into my grandmother’s new home.
* * *
I was on all fours, Snarl behind me,fucking me hard, and despite coming twice already, he was building yet another orgasm in me. He’d woken me early, too early for my liking, but he’d done it sweet, with his hand between my legs, reminding me we needed to start to beat back the jetlag.
Just before I came again, he dropped to a hip at my side and pulled me over him. “Ride me,” he demanded.
I grinned slowly as I straddled him, wrapping my hand around his cock, and guiding the tip inside, then sliding down until he filled me. My head dropped back of its own accord, and I let out a deep, throaty sigh.
Snarl shifted, sitting up and sliding his fingers into my hair, in order to cup the back of my head. He met my eyes and smiled. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too,” I rasped, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rode him.
His arm slid around my waist, holding me close so my body skimmed against his as I fucked him, his hand holding my head, so my lips grazed his. My soft breaths against his lips, his deep groans against mine.
I was so close. His hand glided down my belly and swiftly, his thumb hit dead center. I let out a quiet mew as I moved faster and faster, my orgasm sweeping over me. I heard him groan and cupped his face as I continued to move and then his face was in my neck and his dick was pulsing inside of me, as he ran his tongue over my pulse.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as I climbed off of him, stretching out on my side like a well-fed kitten.
He headed straight into the bathroom, returning with a towel to clean me up, then settled himself beside me, pulling me close. “Good morning.”
“Goodmorning,” I breathed out, unable to stop a yawn as I wrapped an arm around his waist. “I seriously want to go back to sleep.”
“Would now be a bad time to tell you we’re hosting a few people tonight?”
I leaned up on my elbow. “What do you mean, ‘hosting’?”
“Your sister, Granny, Razor, Waver—”
