He holds a finger up. “Rule number one. No funny business in the cabin while I’m around. I don’t want to hear it, suspect it, or see it, and if I do, you’ll both be sleeping in the treehouse.”
Angelica and I share a knowing look and I cover my smile with my hand, scratching my beard. “Define funny business,” I say. “Just so we’re all clear. I mean, I can’t help it if she laughs at one of my jokes.”
Colin glares at me. “Rule two. Don’t expect me to pay for the wedding.”
“What’s rule three?”
He raises his pint. “Rule three. You still join me for a pint after work on Thursdays. No excuses.”
I clink my drink against his. “Deal, but only if I get to break rule number one every now and then.”
He shakes his head. “You’re insufferable.”
Lorraine pulls him away to mingle with their friends, leaving me alone with Angelica.
She slides her hands over my checked shirt and straightens my collar. “If we’re going to adhere to the rules, we should leave now while the cabin’s empty.”
I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close to me, our chests flush. My lips press to hers and I trail a kiss all the way to her ear, then whisper, “Does my angel need her pussy filled?”
Her brunette hair tickles my face as her naughty side whispers into my ear, “Tonight, I don’t want to be an angel. I want to sit on your beard again like it’s a saddle and suck on your fat cock until I reach the cream centre while I ride your face like it’s an Olympic sport.”
“Fuck.” My cheeks heat as if I’m on fire. A groan rumbles from deep in my chest as my dick grows as hard as a piece of oak. “I’ve created a monster.”
She bites her lip, turning her head to the side with her blonde hair. She’s every bit angelic, but I know there’s a dirty little cum kitten inside, desperate for playtime.
Her hands roam over the flannel on my chest and over my broad shoulders as she looks up through her lashes. “I want my papa bear to take care of me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Papa bear, huh?”
Her smile pushes her cheeks up. “It’s what I call you in my head.” She worries her lip between her teeth and bats her natural lashes at me. “Do you like it?”
I press my lips to hers, telling her wordlessly that I fucking love it. “Whatever my baby girl wants, my baby girl gets.” I lift my holdall and guide her with my hand on her elbow as we slip out of the back door into the cold night, but without the blizzard, it’s pleasant enough.
I take her hand in mine as we trudge through the last of the snow. The alcohol in my belly keeps me warm, or is it the hope of a future with her that has me all warm and fuzzy?
The stars shine brighter tonight in the clear sky. A beautiful canopy of lights twinkle above us as if shining just for us in this moment and making up for the sorry excuse of lights back at the cabin.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” she says, swinging our arms as we walk.
“Is that because you’re going to get your pussy licked?” My lips curve in one corner.
She giggles. A sound I could listen to all day. “Yes, but…” She stops walking and closes the distance between us. “I’m also in love.”
“With my tongue?” I dip my head and tease her mouth open with the tip, licking at her lips.
“Sawyer, stop.” She giggles as I lick and nibble her jaw, then down her neck, unable to get enough of her.
“You have a wonderful tongue, but what I love most about you is how you love. How you will do anything for me and how you listen to me and never judge me. How I can be myself with you. The naughty side of me and the nice side and you love both parts of me.”
“I love that only I get to see both sides of you.” The chilled breeze blows around us, but with my girl, my heart’s full of warmth. “And I love that you trust me enough to show me every side of you.” I pull her close, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper, “Because every single part of you is mine, Angelica. Now and always.”
EPILOGUE
ANGELICA
1 year later, Christmas Eve
“Hi Dad.” I put the phone on speaker and set it on a stack of paint in the workshop while I finish a Peter Rabbit design on a set of drawers for Lilly and Shane’s baby.
