“Okay. Scared me for a second,” she rambles, seeming so young and lively at this moment. “Go ahead and ask me.”
“What I was going to ask you is…how would you feel about me moving here? To Timber Heights?”
“You want to move to Timber Heights? But what about your job and family and everything?”
I hope she can hear the sincerity in my voice. I want to do this for her. For us. “I had my general foreman make some phone calls. He can have a job lined up for me with South Carolina Power in as early as two weeks. My family wants me to be happy, and you make me happy, Collie.”
“But your life is in Alaska, Easton. I can’t ask you toleave it all behind for me. Ben…” she sighs. “Ben is in Alaska.”
I grab her hand and place it across my chest. “Ben is right here. But you are in Timber Heights, and I want to be wherever you are.”
“I…I…I don’t want this to be something that years from now you resent me for.”
I get her hesitancy, and I’m glad she’s asking the hard questions.
“Just so we’re clear—I’m making this decision because I want to. You never asked anything of me, Collie. You’re selfless like that. But hear me out. My whole adult life, I made choices for everyone around me. I need something fresh. This is for me. But also for us…if you’ll have me.”
“Are you kidding? Of course I’ll have you.” Her arms wrap around my neck as I spin her in my arms.
“This doesn’t mean we have to jump into anything, okay? I have zero expectations. We can take things slow and just date. I can rent out a place close to the yard. Really, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Why do you always have to be such a good guy? Just tell me you want to fuck me across every square inch of our house.”
Fuck, do I ever…
“Oh, trust me. I want that very much. I’m trying to gauge where you stand here, Collie. Give me a break.”
“Then you listen to me, Mr. Voss. I want you everywhere I am. In my bed. In my home. In my kitchen drinking boring black coffee while I cook us breakfast before work. I want you in my kitchen at night making us dinner because I fucking hate it. I want you at every family function I’m forced to attend. And I want you to be my forever adventure partner. The guy ready to ride out when Iget a wild hair up my ass and need to travel. I want that to be you. I want all ofmythings to becomeours. Is that clear enough for you?”
Smiling like this will be sure to break me someday. Especially if a lifetime of happiness is in my future. “Clear as day, lost girl.”
“Perfect. Now, call up that foreman guy of yours and tell him to get you that job. We’ve got some plans to make, Ranger.”
“Right now?” I question, feeling like a fucking teenager again, with so much happiness, I don’t know how to regulate it all.
“Yes, right now. I’m flying back to Salt Hollow with you tomorrow. I’d say it’s time I meet the Voss fam, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, baby!” I shout, lifting her off her feet again and spinning us together. “I love you, Collie.”
“And I love you, Easton. Don’t you ever forget it.”
Never in a million years.
“This the kitchen counter you’re just dying to see me cook you dinner on?” My husky voice grows deep in anticipation.
“Mhm.” The tension is thick.
After leaving the studio, Collie insisted we go on the date she promised to join me on. Or should I say: she lost, and I insisted she join me on. Racking up my tab was definitely on her agenda. But I’ll spend all the money if it means I get this as my reward in the end.
The woman all but had her tits out across the booth from me at the restaurant, tempting me with her goods. I couldn’tget our tab paid fast enough, least of all finish off my fucking sushi.
The woman knows what she’s working with because, in this case, money can definitely buy happiness. A naked Collie spread wide for me on her kitchen counter is exactly what my dinner investment bought me.
No complaints here.
I lean back against the stove, my arms crossed at my chest as I drink in her swollen cunt. “You needy fucking girl.” My gaze travels over her naked breasts, peaked and pebbled to perfection. The slope of her toned stomach, leading to hips and thighs I could feast on. Collie leans back on her palms, marvelously comfortable like this. Vulnerable and dripping.
“Where do I even start?” I growl, taking a step closer in her direction.
