Page 182 of Wildest Dreams

She’ll be officially starting work for her parents – partially remotely – in the next couple of weeks. I’ll be beginning my official training for Larch Peak’s NHL season.

The only thing left is for us to find a place to live.

After we take the UTV back to the rental point and change back into our jeans and shirts, I grab her by the hips before she can get onto the passenger seat, crushing my mouth down on hers as I shove her up against the side of my car.

She giggles and slaps at my chest, pulling back with flushed cheeks as she quickly checks that the guys who own the UTVs aren’t looking.

“They can’t see you behind my shoulders,” I tell her, hunching back down so that I can kiss her again.

I rub my palms over her muddy cheeks and she laughs uncontrollably as I move one hand down so that I can grip and spank her ass.

“Tanner,” she laughs, hiding her face in the warm crook of my neck.

“I need you,” I murmur back to her, laughing with her as she play-fights me off of her.

She turns around in my arms and I all but shove her under the roof and into the passenger seat, not releasing her from my arms until she’s squealing with giddy fear.

When she’s finally sitting upright in her seat I grip her chin and meet her big sparkling eyes with mine.

“You had a good time?” I ask her, wanting her to have had a fucking amazing time on the mud tracks with me.

She nods up at me, her cheeks dimpling as I rub my thumb up her jaw.

“Yeah,” she whispers, grinning happily as I nudge our foreheads together.

“Think you might want us to come back here? Come mudding again?” I ask.

She nods again, whispers another, “Yeah.”

I slide my hand down to her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Good girl,” I rumble. “Now I’ve got something to show you.”

I close up her door and make my way to the drivers’ side, hunching in and punching the G-wagon to life, the wheels gliding on the road like my hockey blades on the ice, the feeling so damn smooth after our session on the dirt track.

“What are you going to show me?” she asks, eyes flicking between my face and the road ahead.

I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, trying to gauge the best way to say this.

“I, uh…” I clear my throat and gently squeeze her thigh. “I found a house,” I tell her.

The air leaves her lungs in a quiet rush and I feel her gaze on my face as I keep my eyes on the road.

“Here?” she asks gently. Her voice is a little nervous. To Aisling, there’s no property that could compare to the one she just renovated. “Here in Larch Peak?”

“Yeah, here in Larch Peak,” I reply, giving her knee a firm rub before replacing my hand on the wheel. We cruise around the bend, Aisling’s eyes on me the whole time.

I feel my cheeks heat up, nervous for her reaction.

“Have you… have you bought it already?” she asks breathlessly, her voice a little surprised.

“No,” I rasp, my shoulders swelling as I shift on the seat. “No way. You know I want your seal of approval before I buy it.”

“I’ll obviously pay half–” she begins to say, but I grip my right hand around her cheeks, making her laugh as I shut her up.

She might be a multi-million dollar heiress but that doesn’t mean that I’m not about to spoil the shit out of her.

“Baby, you know what my entry level contract salary is,” I rumble, moving my hand to the nape of her neck before resettling it on her thigh. “You won’t be paying for shit. It’s the rules.”

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