“Randy, I know this probably feels fast, and that’s why I don’t want your answer now. I want you to know to the bottom of your heart that it’s right for you. But I have also listened. One constant in your past is that you never knew if your alphas were going to stick around.
“I don’t want you going into this new year with even a thread of doubt. I love you, Randy. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love somebody else. My heart is full to bursting, and yet I know tomorrow it will have grown to be filled with fresh emotion for you.
“I want you by my side tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I want to sit out here next New Year’s Eve and celebrate with you again, and every year after. I want to grow old with you at my side.”
I took a deep breath and rubbed my thumbs back and forth, wishing I could feel his skin instead of the thick gloves we both wore.
“Randy, Beautiful Randy. I’m here, and I’ll be here as long as you want me to be. I’ll wait for you to be ready. And I hope that one day soon you’ll agree to be my mate and husband.”
Tears fell from his eyes and reflected the continuing fireworks, but the smile on his lips told me that the tears were of joy.
I rose up as he pulled me into a kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips as we parted.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
We stayed that way, warm air between our faces, for several seconds before I shifted and took a seat beside him again.
The fireworks show was coming to a close as I pulled him against my side. It was a brilliant display that was the perfect backdrop for the moment.
The show ended, and the chatter from across the lake lessened as people filtered into warming tents and the banquet rooms.
I stood long enough to refill our mugs with cider, then returned to my spot at Randy’s side.
The breeze had settled, and as fires grew dim across the lake, we were mostly surrounded by the crackles and pops of our own fire.
Words weren’t needed as we sat there. My beautiful omega said everything he needed as he leaned against me, and in thesweet kisses we’d share every few minutes. His scent was of joy as I breathed it in.
Our fire burned down until it was glowing embers. I stood, blocked off the air intake at the base of the pit, then spread and flattened the coals. Once I was satisfied that it wouldn’t send up any sparks or ash, I turned and led Randy into the tent.
The heater had thoroughly warmed the space, and it was almost toasty inside and remained lit by the orange glow from the ceramic. We’d zipped our sleeping bags together on the air mattress, and I was ready to enjoy the evening with the man I loved.
“Make love to me?” Randy asked as he removed his gloves and pulled me into a kiss.
I smiled against his lips. “As if I could ever refuse.”
We peeled layers of clothing from each other, careful to drop them away from where ice and snow would melt from our boots.
I shivered as chill fingers dipped between my thermals and my skin. “Randy…” I moaned.
Our lips came together as I returned the favor and dragged my hands across his skin as I revealed it.
We parted long enough to remove sweaters and undergarments, then I eased him to the makeshift bed.
He was stunning, hard cock against his middle as he reached for me. I settled against him and took both our lengths in hand as he pulled me into a kiss.
Despite the heater, there was just enough of a chill in the air to provide an exquisite contrast between where my back was exposed versus the body heat trapped between us.
We spent several languid moments kissing and rocking into my hand as the scent of his slick perfumed the air, then I shifted so that our cocks were trapped between us as my hand traveled down and I started to massage his entrance.
“Craig,” he moaned as I pushed a finger inside.
I opened him slowly, relishing his gasps and groans.
My beautiful Randy moved between my hand and where I was still pinned against his middle—his hard cock dragging against my skin.
I kissed his lips, jaw, neck, and chest—breathing deep the scent of the man I loved.
