Page 10 of Lonesome Man
“Thought it was about time to show you my surprise,” I said and winked.
She bit the side of her lip and smiled. “Wow, this place…it’s beautiful.”
“My grandparents used to live here. My father built our place, well, half of the lower level. I added on, built it up, making it a family home for us.” I tilted my head toward the cottage. “My grandparents stayed here, though, their whole lives. You wanna take a look inside?”
“I’d love that.”
I grabbed the basket and, taking her hand, led her inside. “I’ve been renovating it while you were away. It’s been taking time since I have to get Cash to fly everything in.” We were playing newlyweds, so there would still be things she might not know about her husband and the property. But since this was a fantasy, as long as we weren’t thrown out of play, it didn’t really need to make sense.
“What are you going to do with it?” she asked as I opened the door.
“I thought we could list it for rent, for short-term vacations, maybe a few times a year. Give people an experience, you know? Fishing, hiking, there’s some amazing backcountry skiing around here as well. Cash will fly them in, we’ll make sure the place is clean and stocked with food, and leave them to it or offer some guided tours around the area if that’s what they want.”
“That’s such a great idea.” She turned slowly, taking in the place. “It’s so pretty, you’ve done an amazing job.”
I headed to the fireplace in the living room. It was already stacked and ready to light, so I used the lighter on the mantel and got it going.
“It’s also really romantic. This would be a great location for a honeymoon. No chance of interruptions out here.”
I closed the space between us. “That’s a good idea. A couple could fuck in every room in this house, they could walk around naked and no one will see, no one will bother them.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Maybe you should put that in your advertising?”
I chuckled. “It sure as hell would work for me.” Fuck, I was hard as iron, and holding myself back was torture, but I was kind of getting off on the anticipation.
“Me too,” she whispered.
Heat fired through me, and I had to stop myself from reaching down and adjusting my dick. “I’m so glad you’re back, Libs,” I said huskily.
“I missed you so much,” she said, her eyes softening.
“How much?” I curled my fingers around the side of her throat.
Her lids fluttered, and she looked deep into my eyes. “So much I ached.”
“Tell me where you ached.”
She pressed her hand to her chest. “Here,” she said, then slid her hand lower over her belly and gently cupped herself between her thighs. “And here.”
Fucking hell.
I slid my hand up into her hair and fisted lightly. “Did you touch yourself while you were away from me?”
She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes.”
“What did you think about while you played with your pussy, darlin’?”
She released a shaky little breath. “You.” She took her hand from between her thighs and pressed it to my hard-as-fuck cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. “This.” She gave me a squeeze, wringing a groan from me. “Hard, and thick, pushing inside me, thrusting into me.”
I was going to come in my fucking pants if she kept that up. “Undo my jeans.”
Her hands shook as she did as I ordered, tugging open the button and dragging down the zipper, then her hand was curling around me, gripping me tight.
Sliding my thumb over her full, gorgeous, lower lip, I held her wide gaze. “On your knees, Libby. Time to show your husband how much you missed his cock.”
Her cheeks were pink and her pretty lips parted on a breathy, needy sound before she did as I asked and dropped to her knees.
Libby
