“I have help these days. Besides, where you go, I go, from this day forward.”
“Even if the bunk is so tiny, you have to sleep on a ruler’s width?”
“Even then.”
“Even if I get it wrong sometimes and push you away?”
“Especially then.”
“How about when everything feels like its falling apart?”
“Absolutely, baby.”
She glances at the bonfire, her face tight with emotion.
“Maggie?” I search her face.
She smiles down at me, snowflakes falling over her hair and shoulders. “Yeah, cowboy?”
“Marry me, Sunshine.”
She moves into my space, bending down to plant a kiss on my forehead as she cups my jaw and tilts my head up. “How could I ever live without you?”
I push to my feet, studying her face, a hand sliding behind her neck as I tug her closer. “Yes?”
“Yes, baby.”
I smash my mouth to hers.
Her hands tangle in my snow-dusted hair, fingers curling around the locks. I haul her onto my hips, and she huffs a sweet laugh. Her arm slides around my neck and I grab her left hand, sliding the ring from the box and onto her finger.
The diamond that will come to house every promise I’ll ever make this incredible woman glitters in the firelight.
“You did good, cowboy.”
She’s not talking about the ring. The life we promised each other is finally starting to unfold. This official part is the first stepping stone on the way to bigger, happier things for us.
“Hadley?”
“Maggie?”
She brushes her lips over mine. “I missed you so much.”
I chuckle, stepping up onto the porch. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”
We’re inside a moment later, heading for our room. Maggie slides my coat off, tugging at my work shirt. Not waiting for the buttons, she rips it off.
“Oh baby, don’t go racin’ ahead of me now.”
Her mouth trails kisses over my neck. I squeeze her ass in both hands, cock impossibly hard already.
I reach the bed and give her a lopsided smile. She catches the meaning the second I release her, and she’s airborne for the bed.
The giggle slipping past her lips turns the last semblance of civility in me feral. I’m ripping her jeans off, panties over her hips a second later.
I’ve waited far too many days to taste this sweet pussy, and I’m not waiting another damn moment. I run my tongue through her center as she wriggles, taking off her coat, sweater, and shirt. That wriggle turns to writhing as she lies bare, my hands pushing her thighs back as I take my fill.
A whimper leaves her throat and turns desperate, and I know she’s close. I slide two fingers deep inside, working her over as I pump them in and out. She tightens around me as her hips buck from the bed, grinding all over my face as she chases her release. I lap up every drop she gives me.
