Page 27 of My Mountain Man Valentine
We make love in a frenzy of need and longing. Deeper I plunge into her as I make her mine in my heart and my body. Until we come together, hard and fast and satisfied.
Afterwards, I spread out the picnic blanket and we make love again, slowly this time, whispering our promises to each other.
I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her satisfied.
Lucy wanted one night, but I’m giving her forever.
EPILOGUE
LUCY
Valentine’s Day one year later…
“Where are you taking me?” Flashes of pale light glimmer between Ethan’s fingers as I try to peek through, but he’s got his hands firmly over my eyes.
The ground is uneven, and based on the breeze on my cheeks and the smell of pine trees, I’m sure we’re somewhere in the woods behind his cabin.
“Somewhere special.” We walk for another few minutes and the air changes, becomes purer. I guess we’ve come to the clearing up the hill behind his cabin.
Ethan stops, and I stumble against him as I stop walking.
“I got you.” His body presses solidly against mine, keeping me steady.
“You ready? I’m going to uncover your eyes now.”
He drops his hand from my eyes and I gasp, taking in the sight before me.
The clearing has been transformed. Fairy lights hang from the trees, their lights sparkling in the darkness. A fire pit burns in the middle, its embers glowing and warming the cool winter night.
Surrounding the fire pit are an array of colorful blankets, and a pile of large plump cushions form a seating area. Next to the cushions is a low table with platters of food and a champagne bucket.
“Ethan…” I turn to him, and my eyes shine with tears.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”
He kisses me gently then leads me over to the cushions. I swipe at my eyes as once again my man surprises me.
In the year that we’ve been together, not a day goes by that I’m not blown away by his thoughtfulness.
For the first few months, we did the long distance thing, one of us driving to the other every weekend. We’d have the most amazing lust-filled weekends, and then I’d spend the week miserable without him.
But last semester, a place came up at the local school in Hope, and I applied.
We’ve been living together since I started the position. I had no problem leaving Winter Town behind. It’s close enough that we still visit Cassie and Nick for ribs every few weeks.
But Hope and Wild Heart Mountain is my home now. It’s where my man is, where my future is.
I take a seat amongst the cushions and Ethan joins me. He pulls the food table over, and I almost cry again when I see what’s on there.
One platter contains a gooey melted ring of camembert with bread dippers, and the other platters contain different items of chocolate themed desserts. On one platter are marshmallows, Graham crackers, and Hershey bars waiting to be assembledinto s’mores and roasted. But it’s the third platter that takes my breath away.
There’s chocolate cake, chocolate brownies, chocolate cheesecake, chocolate mousse, and a bowl of chocolate ice cream that’s almost melted by the heat of the fire.
“You remembered the chocolate desserts.”
He’s remembered everything. Everything from the first night we spent together when he asked me what would make our makeshift Valentine’s picnic perfect.
He remembered the fairy lights and the fire pit, the cushions and the champagne. He even remembered the s’mores and camembert and most importantly the chocolate desserts.
