“Fuck, you make me crazy, you know that, right?” he murmurs and fists one hand in my hair, giving it a soft yank.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please. Harder, faster, anything.”
My insides quiver with want. The need for him to take me is overwhelming. My body has adjusted to his rock hard intrusion and now craves the release he can give.
“Jesus.” He pushes in a little deeper. “Fucking warm and hot and tight. You feel like fucking Heaven.”
He holds onto my hip as he works up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely, so much more than anyone else ever has. And somehow, it doesn’t scare me. Instead, I love it. With him is the only place I’m meant to be.
“Harder, please.” I reach between my legs and feel for his balls, wet from my juices and hanging against the entrance of my pussy. I roll them around softly and a long groan escapes his throat as he pumps in and out of me a little quicker.
“Fucking can’t get enough of you. Feels so fucking good, so right, damn perfect.” He thrusts steadily as one arm wraps around my body and tugs and massages my clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside and roll out slowly, causing my body to go limp and my eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. My legs turn to jelly and he supports me with one hand at myhip. I whimper and moan as the pleasure rushes through my system, swirls around my head, gasps wracking my body.
His thrusting speeds up before his fingers tighten on the flesh of my ass as his whole body shudders and quakes. I groan, feeling him twitch and empty inside me, his balls tightening up with release as his chest heaves. His pumping slows before finally coming to a stop and he leans over my body. I feel his hand tickling at my back as his palms smooth up my torso, tracing across my skin, causing goosebumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release. I sigh and smile into my arm.
“Want to hold you for the next week and make love to you over and over again,” he whispers in my ear before slowly pulling out of me. I relish the slow drag of his softening cock against my back entrance as he pulls out, and wince as the tip of him breaches the overworked muscle at my entrance.
He cuddles me into him and I snuggle under his arm and feel his fingers trace patterns on my shoulder. His warm breath tickles my neck, filling me with a sense of comfort and contentment. I've never felt so loved and fulfilled in my life.
As I run my hand over his sculpted abs, the fading sunlight casts rays over our heated skin. The light catches our hands clasped together, and I wonder if it’s true–if I really agreed to marry this man. "Sometimes I think you're crazy, Barron Steele.”
"I've always known that when it's right, it's right, baby." He takes hold of my hand and places a tender kiss on it. "We'll have to move your things into my place in the morning and get you a ring. I can't spend another night without you, call me spoiled."
"It won't take long, I don't have much."
"Not much, huh?"
"Everything I own fits in a suitcase. You never know when you might need to make a quick escape–I’m always prepared."
"Oh, baby," he tilts my chin up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "I love you for saying that, but trust me, you'll never have to worry about escaping me.”
I hum with satisfaction, feeling incredibly loved for the first time in my life. "You really are crazy.”
He shakes his head, laughing. "Just wait and see, baby. I have big plans for us."
This man has taken me to places I never believed existed and every moment was filled with love and adventure.
As long as I am in his arms, I feel invincible and so loved.
For a moment, everything is still, our bodies pressed together, our hearts racing in sync. Barron is gentle as he pulls me into his arms, our bodies still tangled together. He presses his forehead to mine, his hands cupping my face as his breath steadies. “I’ve fallen so hard for you,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”
I smile, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper back, my voice soft but sure. “I’m here. With you. For as long as you’ll have me.”
And in that moment, I know I’ve finally found my home. Not in the land, not in the trees, but in him—here, on Copper Mountain, with Barron Steele.
Chapter Fifteen
Barron
The scent of grilled meat and fresh coffee fills the Copper County Café, mixing with the steady hum of conversation and clinking dishes. It’s a warm, comforting chaos, a familiar one. I’ve sat in this café a hundred times, but tonight feels different. I sit across from Tamlyn, watching her laugh at something Betty just said, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. There’s a flutter of nerves in my chest, something I’m not used to.
My fingers toy with the edge of the napkin in front of me, rolling and unrolling the fabric, trying to steady the thrum in my veins. I’m a man who’s spent his life being solid, steady, like the mountain I was raised on. But now, with Tamlyn sitting across from me, looking so damn beautiful and so right, I feel like the ground’s about to shift beneath my feet.
Betty hovers nearby, grinning like she knows something’s coming. And hell, she probably does. This is Copper Mountain, and nothing stays secret here for long. My brothers—Creed, Judge, Archer, Arrow, Pope, Knox, King, and Cruz—are all sitting at a table across the room, their eyes occasionally flicking our way, full of mischief and silent questions. I can feel Creed’seyes on me now, like he’s daring me to follow through with what he suspects I’m about to do. I shoot him a look, trying to hide the grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.
This is it, I think, my heart pounding harder now.She’s it. I don’t need more time. I don’t need to wait for a better moment. I’ve known since we met that Tamlyn is the one I want beside me. She’s already my home.
Betty sidles over, hands on her hips, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, well,” she teases, her voice just a little too loud, “look at you two. You better start thinking about babies soon. I’ve been waiting for this day for longer than I can remember.” She winks at Tamlyn, whose cheeks flush the sweetest shade of pink.
