Page 55 of Whiskey Kisses For the Mountain Man
The late summer sun is waning, the air warm with a light breeze carrying various scents as families hold backyard BBQs, shops set up outdoor markets for tourists, and gardens have bloomed with flowers, fruits, and vegetables.
Two months after Owen asked me to marry him, we moved into his cabin, which holds so many memories from the beginning. I’ll miss that place, but my body vibrates with joy. In my mind, I can already picture in detail how each room of our new house will be organized and decorated. Camille has been helping me put together art boards for each space.
Tomorrow’s a big day, but tonight, we celebrate having dinner at our favorite home away from home, Rosetti’s.
I moan as sleep fades.
Owen’s body cocoons me from behind. He drags his hand up my thigh and reaches in till those long fingers easily find my core, then inserts them. His thumb tucks between my lower lips and circles around my bundle of nerves.
Gasping, I arch my butt into his naked lower half.
“Owen,” I breathe out.
“Morning, Snowflake,” his raspy morning voice has shivers tightening my core around his fingers.
Owen’s tongue licks behind my ear at that sensitive point I never even knew existed before him. Reaching back, I pull his body into mine. He’s hard and warm against my lower back.
My hips instinctively rotate, seeking our bodies to become one.
These lazy morning sessions are one of my favorite intimate love languages we frequently share. Six months later, and he still touches me like he can’t get enough. I’ve blossomed into the woman I’ve always wanted to be. All he’s done is give me space to be her.
“I love you,” I whimper when he fits himself against me and slides his impressive shaft in.
“I fucking love you,” he grunts, holding my stomach and using it to thrust deeper.
The slow fall after we both orgasm is whimsical. The sun peeks through dancing curtains that blow from the ceiling fan.As much as I want to stay in bed, wrapped around him all morning, there’s no time.
I end up on my stomach with Owen slumped half over me. His face is facing mine. Smiling, I lean in and press a quick, hard kiss on his lips.
“We have to go. The big delivery will be there in an hour. We have to be there to receive it,” I tell him, rolling off and rushing to take a quick shower.
Owen’s sleepy face stares, his arms bracing against the bathroom door frame. Avoiding wetting my hair, I soap up my body.
“You can join me to save time, but no hanky panky, mister.”
His eyes playfully narrow.
“I’m serious, Owen. We have a big day and–” I squeal, not finishing my reprimand as Owen rushes in and scoops my body up. “We don’t have time,” I laugh.
Thankfully, we only made out before rushing to clean up and get dressed.
Owen and Ezra were talking shortly after the engagement, and he plotted getting us a house. The Hunter brothers were just finishing a new house on their massive property. On my birthday two months ago, he surprised me with the keys.
It’s been a race to save up, slowly buy up furniture, and keep them in storage. Until today.
The Hunter family embraced both of us this past year. My parents only reached out to manipulate me back. I’ve had to accept that they are who they are and do not want to change. For my own mental health and out of respect for my choices–that includes Owen–I cut them off. I’ve never had true family. Tomlin and Densel have been my only family since college. But now, I have Owen and the Hunters, and honestly, this entire small town of Eden Ridge.
We arrive to beautiful chaos. Everyone is here. The men are already unloading the moving truck Ezra and Nash were kind enough to rent and load with everything we’ve gathered and put in storage. The Huntresses are inside, setting up the kitchen and bedrooms. We spent all week cleaning the new house and washing new bedding and towels.
As soon as we arrive, my delivery gets here.
Jumping up and down, I race outside. “It’s here!”
Owen joins me. “Don’t you dare carry that on your own, Snowflake.”
He and Holden carry the large box inside as I trail behind them, bursting with excitement.
“Okay, honey,” I stretch up and kiss his cheek. “The box in the basement. Please bring it up.”
