Page 59 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
“Fuck,” I dig my fingers into her ass and bring her body down deeper as my hips shoot up using my legs at a wide stance tohit as deep as I can go. In my mind, the tip of my cock is at her cervix, about to shoot inside her womb.
“Baby,” I moan. “Milk it out of me. Show me how much you want it,” I grunt into my thrusts.
She brings her legs from around my waist and sets her knees on the bench. She spreads her thighs and with passion and speed, she rides me so fucking hard, I can’t focus. My vision blurs, my balls tighten up, ready for release. I wrap one hand around her throat, and my dick’s about to break in half, her walls lock tight around it.
“Mrs. Hunter,” I repeat as both of us come at the same time.
Slowly, sound filters back through my ears, the distant ringing fading. My hands run up her wet back as the steam of the shower has us slick. Lifting her head that was at my neck, she kisses me.
When we pull apart, I want to confirm. “You’re marrying me, Nyx?”
“Yes,” she whispers at my mouth.
“You want us to have a baby?”
She nods.
She comes off tough and independent, and she is, both of those. But what many don’t know about my goddess is that she’s always wanted to be a mother. I have a feeling she wants to start as soon as possible. I want to fill our home with wild little Camille and West Hunters.
I smile, kissing her softly.
“Now, you just have to find a ring,” she smiles.
Oh, Little Pixie.
“What?” she asks, seeing my expression.
I stand as soon as my legs feel secure enough and carry her out of the shower.
“Wait,” she laughs. “We should actually get cleaned.”
“We will.”
I carry her over to our dresser drawer and set her naked ass on top. I bend and open the third drawer to the right, where my outdoor jeans rest. She doesn’t steal those so, it was safe to hide here.
The velvet box brushes my fingers, and I bring it out, closing the drawer before stepping between her thighs.
Her honey hazel eyes are wide as I open the box to reveal an onyx marquise in a rose gold setting, surrounded by diamonds.
“Hero,” she breathes. “When?”
“Two months ago.”
Her eyes fill with emotion as her delicate finger brushes over the black center stone.
“You like it?” I ask. The only reason I’m not shitting myself is because I saw one like it saved on her phone by accident.
“It’s perfect,” she whispers as a tear runs down her cheek.
I kiss the salty gift and slide the ring on her finger. “Forever and beyond, Little Pixie.”
“This life and the next, Hero.”
I kiss my fiancée and carry her back into the shower to properly get cleaned. She has a meeting, so I’ll wait until tonight to wine and dine her before I make love to the future Mrs. Camille Hunter.
As I watch Camille head to work, she carries the same sweatshirt from that first night with her. At my perplexed look, since it’s hot as balls this Summer, she winks.
“In case I get cold,” she shrugs, blowing me a kiss, the ring catching the sun.
