“Are you all right?” I ask her as the 4x4 climbs the steep mountain road.
“Just thought… I was in Andy’s truck again.” She shivers all over. “I had to remind myself where I was.”
My poor Peony, who went through such a traumatic event. She may heal, but she will never truly forget it happened.
As we get closer to the cabin, the woods give way,revealing a crystal-clear mountain lake. Peony lets out a gasp as we drive around the edge.
“We get to stay here?” she asks, even though it will be frigid cold and we won’t be going out much. I pull up to a stop in front of the big house with its log cabin walls, huge windows overlooking the lake.
“We get to stay here,” I say. “For as long as you like.”
Sheoohsandahhsas I show her around the property, hiking through the thick snow. It will only get thicker up here, but that means we can curl up in front of the fire together every night.
As the sun starts to set, we take our things inside. I show her to the largest bedroom, which has its own fireplace and sitting area, with a big fur rug across the floor. We unpack our things into our side-by-side dressers, and I marvel at how wonderfully normal it feels, as if we’ve just gone on vacation.
I can’t help pulling Peony down to the bed, tearing off her clothes in my eagerness to lick her silly. She giggles as I taste all of her body, then slip my tongue inside her to get her ready for me.
As always, my delicate woman takes time and love to bring to her finish, but she is eager and lusty tonight and asks me to fuck her harder, until the bed is shaking and I’m roaring my pleasure to the world. When she clamps down around me, milking my cock, I unleash it all inside her.
I know what I need to do.
While we lie together on the bed, both of us panting and tangled up with one another, I can’t help myself. I have to ask her now.
“Little flower?”
Peony glances up at me with half-lidded eyes, her expression like a cat that’s had plenty of warm milk. “Yes?”
“Would you…” I stop myself, unsure if I’m doing the right thing by asking her now, without a ring of any sort. “Would you ever consider marriage?”
She blinks away the fogginess in her eyes. “Wait, what? Rupert, are you asking me to marry you, or are you asking me if I’m open to marrying you sometime in the future?”
I know what I want now.
“I’m asking you to marry me.”
Without any preamble, Peony throws her arms around me, squashing her face in my mane. I roll over so I’m on my back and she’s astride me, my cum leaking out of her and onto my belly.
“Of course, Rupert!” she cries out, muffled by my fur. “Of course I’ll marry you.” She pulls away, sniffling, and rubs her eyes. “I want nothing more.”
I pull her in for a kiss, relishing this simple act of showing my affection to her.
“Good. Because I want to share everything in life with you. And I want to know that you’ll always be mine.”
“Always,” Peony says, nuzzling my nose with hers. “Just like you’ll always be mine.”
I chuckle. “Oh, everyone knows that already.”
But it does mean one thing. Having a wedding means bringing together the people we care about.
“I’m going to call my mum tomorrow,” I tell her as we climb into bed together, and I reach over to turn off the light. “Invite her to come and meet you. And, well, for the wedding, of course.”
Peony wriggles with delight. “I get to meet your mom? Oh, I’m so glad you’ll talk to her again. She must be worried sick.”
“As your father must be worried about you.”
Peony falls silent at that. She turns her head so she doesn’t have to look at me and curls her hands close.
“What if he hates me, Rupert?” she asks miserably. “I couldn’t bear to hear him say no.”
