Page 26 of Her Mountain Rescuer

I recognize an olive branch when I see one, and I give Dad an extra-squeezy hug.

“Okay,” I say. He nods and then leaves, the door closing quietly behind him.

“Well,” says Beau, hands in his pockets as he leans against the wall. How does he make even something as innocuous as leaning against a wall sexy? I swear, it’s his superpower. “That could’ve gone a lot worse.”

I grin at him, relief and hope mingling together inside me, making me feel bouncy. “A hell of a lot worse.”

Ten

Beau

Today’s the day. I know I should probably wait, that it’s too soon, but I need to see my ring on Hailey’s finger like I need air.

I’m going to propose this morning.

It seems surreal that just a month ago, I thought I’d probably spend the rest of my life alone, most likely moving away when Hailey met someone and got married. I wasn’t planning to stick around to watch that. It would’ve killed me.

But because I’m the luckiest man on the planet, the only man she’s ever dreamed about marrying is me.

I swing my feet out of bed and tug on a pair of sweatpants, leaving my chest bare. Hailey’s already up, and I can smell coffee and maple syrup coming from the kitchen.

I grab the ring from my sock drawer—I moved it there once Hailey started cooking in my kitchen on a regular basis—slide it into the pocket of my sweatpants, and head into the kitchen.

Hailey’s standing at the counter with her back to me, her long, dark hair cascading down her back, tousled from sleep and sex. She’s wearing the flannel shirt I left draped over the chairlast night, and her legs are bare. She arches up on her tiptoes to grab something from a shelf above her, giving me a flash of light pink panties.

Good god.

I lean against the wall, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me. She’s an angelic vision in my kitchen, wearing my clothes. This is what I want every morning for the rest of my life. Hailey, here, with me. It feels right, like she’s meant to be in my life, in my home. I feel a sense of peace, of happiness, that I’ve never really experienced before.

I’m so in love with this woman that it’s ridiculous.

I’m also turned on as fuck because she’s driving me nuts in that flannel shirt.

As if sensing my presence, Hailey turns around. The shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing slice of skin right between her breasts. My gaze roams over her, taking in the hint of cleavage, her cute little belly button, the pink panties.

One word beats through my brain:mine.

The need to fuck courses through me, my dick hardening in my sweatpants.

Hailey smiles at me, eyes sparkling. “Morning, handsome,” she says, looking so sweet and beautiful that my chest aches. “I thought I’d make us some breakfast.” She gestures toward the bowl on the counter that looks like it contains pancake batter.

I push off the wall, stalking towards her. “I’m hungry for something else right now, sweet girl,” I growl, my voice low and rough. I reach for her, my hands gripping her hips as I haul her up onto the counter. She lets out a soft gasp as I step between her legs, and I watch her eyes go soft and hot for me.

“But Daddy,” she whispers. “Breakfast.” She bites her lip, looking up innocently at me through her lashes.

“Need you more,” I murmur, leaning in to claim her mouth. She opens for me instantly, her tongue eager against mine as shemelts into me. I can feel the heat of her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties, and I barely restrain myself from ripping them off, right this second.

I break the kiss and trail my lips down her neck, my hands roaming over her body. She arches into me, moaning softly. Her pulse jumps in her throat, her breathing a ragged pant. She’s already as turned on as I am, and it only makes me want her more.

I push open the flannel shirt and palm her breasts as I nibble at her jaw, my thumbs scraping over her hard little nipples. She moans and spreads her legs wider, giving me access to everything I want. Everything I need. I bring my mouth back to hers, kissing her slow and deep as I play with her nipples, teasing and plucking, rubbing and twisting.

“Beau,” she moans, her fingers spearing into my hair. “You make me feel so good.”

I kiss my way back down her neck, this time not stopping until I’ve got one of her pretty nipples in my mouth. I suck and kiss first one, and then the other, alternating back and forth until she’s writhing on the counter.

I spot the bowl of whipped cream off to the side, and a wicked idea forms in my mind. I dip my fingers into the cool, fluffy cream, scooping a generous amount on my fingers. Hailey watches me, her eyes wide and curious, her cheeks pink.

I bring my cream-coated fingers to her breasts, smearing the whipped cream over her nipples. She gasps and moans, her back arching, pushing her tits into me.

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