Page 22 of Saved By The Mountain Man

I grinned as I stretched, my body feeling sore in ways it hadn’t been before. At least, not in any way that I could recall. And it was a wonderful feeling. I peeked an eye open, my breath catching at the colors streaking across the sky.

When was the last time I woke up before the sun?

I grabbed the discarded shirt and slipped it on, going to look out at the rising star. I leaned my head against the wall, in awe of the beautiful scene.

This was something I could do every morning. This was something I could write about remotely. My blog had taken offand it provided me with the means to support myself, and it was something I could do anywhere.

I often talked about living in the city, about the chore of traffic and headaches. Wouldn’t it be nice to talk about night skies, shooting stars, snowstorms, rain drops, and mornings like this? I think my faithful readers would love it as much as I do.

Sitting here, laptop on my lap, taking in the wonder, with a cup of coffee in my hand.

Well, maybe not sitting here. I’d rather be sitting on my man’s lap if I was being honest.

I giggled to myself, almost gasping at the strong arms circling my waist.

“This is a sight.”

“The sunrise?” I teased.

“That too. But I meant seeing you with the colors coming in, nothing but my shirt on, showing me a glimpse of those glorious legs that have my markings all over them.”

“You’re just far too happy to prove you own me now, aren’t you?”

“Hey, you can’t blame a man for wanting to mark up his territory. And sweetheart, you’re so mine.” He nuzzled my neck, and I grinned, enjoying all of this. “What woke you up?”

“I think the constant buzzing of my phone did. But I didn’t want to check. I wanted to enjoy this without being hounded by him.”

“You’re sure it’s your dad?”

“Without a doubt, sadly. You really don’t have a problem with me living here, right?”

“Why would you think that, Brandi?”

“I’m just making sure. I was thinking about all the things I could write about while living here, and it’s amazing. The stories, the pictures I could paint, and then show. And still, thatwouldn’t do it justice. I just don’t want to be getting all these thoughts and then find out it’s not what we hoped for.”

“I nearly lost my life for you. I almost lost you as well. I won’t do it again.”

I turned around in his embrace, my arms wrapping around his neck and I kissed him softly, gently, putting all my feelings and emotions into that simple kiss.

He needed to know I was right here with him; whatever life threw our way or wherever the road took us. We already had a solid foundation, even if there was an age gap.

And honestly, Hugh did not look his age. I always saw women eyeing him. No doubt, after the last few days, he could outperform anyone younger than him.

I mean, my own body was telling me to rest far away from this man, but that wasn’t happening.

I pulled back, smiling at him as I stared, running my fingers over the back of his neck.

“What is going in that head of yours to bring that smile to your face?” he asked, making me giggle.

“Just thinking of you, thinking of all you did to me, and will do to me. And how your stamina and your skills have put you so far out of the realm of normal.”

“Well, that’s a good way to boost a man’s ego, you know?” He leaned down and nibbled on my neck, making me moan at the feelings flooding my body.

“Will this be what our life will look like? Days making out and lounging in bed?”

He lifted his head up, a gleam in his eye.

“Do you find something wrong with that, because I sure as hell don’t!”

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