Page 9 of Fired Up By the Mountain Man
I lean back, having to put my hands on his chest to stop the kisses for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we are who we are. As a kid you loved fairies and goblins and all of that. And then you shoved it all down, trying to be someone else. Maybe that’s why you feel you have bad luck. Maybe you just have to be who you want to be and let the rest of the world come to terms with it.”
Carter doesn’t realise how much his words mean to me. It is definitely something to think about. I’ve never felt truly happy before, not since I was little. Maybe Carter is right. I’ve always been too worried about what other people think. Of me, or of my family.
But if Carter loves me for who I am… maybe I should try doing that too. Right now Carter is making his way down my body. His hot mouth and tongue on a trail across my breasts. Over my ribs. His big hands moving over me. He spends a long time kissing my fairy tattoo. Maybe I’ll try asking the fairies for help again. Or maybe they have already helped me out.
And maybe I should concentrate on what Carter is doing as he moves between my legs. His tongue moves across my pussy. Opening me. Entering me. It feels so fucking good. And soon there are no thoughts at all. Just me and Carter and the stars above us.
Six Months Later
Erika
It has been a lot of work but the shop is finally looking good. More than just a shop, it’s a fairy wonderland. Carter’s brother Knox and his partner Brandy came and helped me out. And together we have created the most amazing space.
Right from the entrance, it is like walking through a cave with display boxes built into it. When customers emerge from the cave, the shop area looks like a big forest. Shelves built into tree trunks and a canopy of leaves and fairy lights up above. We painted the concrete floor with a purple that has glitter and sparkles mixed into it and they shine from the light of lanterns hung up above.
The stock is a mix of fairies and goblins as well as everything you need to make a fairy garden. There are also doll houses and crystals and candles. Note pads and pens, books, pencil cases, but almost all of it fairy or unicorn themed and all in pinks and purples and aqua blues. We also have some locally made crafts, bags, some clothes. It’s an eclectic mix of everything I could have dreamed of as a kid.
“The place looks amazing.” Cater walks in with a smile. Pulling me to him he kisses me deeply. Even now, six months in,he still sets my blood on fire. I feel like a giddy school girl around him but also like a woman. A strong, sexy woman.
“I’m so proud of you, Erika. I still say we could have gotten you a bigger place on the main street.”
I shake my head. “I want it to feel small and cozy. And I like that it’s down the alleyway. Makes it all feel that much more magical and special. And anyway, I like looking up to the mezzanine floor and remembering when you put your hands on my ass to rescue me.”
He grins. So fucking sexy it makes my heart melt. “Well, I’ll happily put my hands on your ass any time. Like right now. Right now feels like the perfect time to put my hands on your ass.”
He pulls me in tight. His big hands gripping my ass and holding me tight against him so I can feel his need. His kiss deepens as my hands slide into his hair.
And that’s when we both hear the door and Annie calling out.
With a groan Carter breaks off the kiss and turns me around so we can both greet my friend. But he holds me against him to hide his erection.
As Annie looks ohhs and ahhs over a fairy garden set up, Carter growls in my ear.
“You know I prefer that first time I saw you. With you dancing naked in the forest. Meet me there in an hour.”
I laugh. It’s not the first time he has wanted to reenact that night and it is always pleasurable. Carter disappears out the back and I make my way over to Annie.
“You look so happy these days, Erika, I’m so glad you decided to stay in town.”
I’m glad too. I have a boyfriend I’m madly in love with, his family who I adore, my best friend, my dad, my shop. Life is pretty good.
“Do you think it was the spell?” Annie asks in a whisper.
I laugh. “I’m not sure. Something happened that night. But I think it was me. I think I decided that night to take charge of life. To change directions.”
“And meeting Carter helped.”
I nod. “It’s like I was asleep. And the spell sort of woke me up. And then Carter got me all fired up and energized. And with him I feel loved and supported to be myself. I think that’s the most important part.”
“Whatever it was, I’m glad your wish came true.”
I give Annie a hug. We were both outcasts, but we are grown up women now. We can’t let the past ruin our future. I can only hope Annie is one day as happy as I am.
And in an hour, out in the forest, I’m looking forward to being orgasmically happy with my man.
Six Years Later
