Page 19 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Secret

"Come for me." Commanding. Rough. His hips snapping forward, his fingers relentless on my clit. "Let me feel you."

The orgasm rips through me. White-hot, full-body, clenching so hard around his cock that he swears behind me. His rhythm breaks. His hands grip my hips bruising-tight as he follows me over, burying deep with a groan that vibrates through both of us.

For a long time after, we lie tangled. His chest against my back. Arm around my waist. Hand flat on my stomach. Breathing together. The cabin is warm. Snow falls silently outside the window, fat flakes catching the porch light.

"You left the porch light on."

"Habit." His mouth presses to my shoulder. "Don't need it anymore, though."

"Why not?"

"Because you're already home."

Pressing back against him, I close my eyes. His heartbeat steady against my spine. The creek running outside. Snow on the roof. Six cabins full of guests arriving tomorrow to a mountain property that almost got sold to a developer, saved by a family that showed up when their stubborn cousin finally asked for help.

My phone glows on the nightstand.

Cat:

Soooo when's the wedding??? I need at least 3 months notice for a dress. Also Owen's cousin Colt is FINE. Just saying.

Wait. Is this a McCall thing? Do they all look like that??

Me:

Go to sleep, Cat.

Cat:

ANSWER THE QUESTION CARMEN

Laughing into Owen's chest, I show him the screen. His laugh rumbles through me. Deep. Warm.

"Your sister's gonna fit right in."

Settling the phone back on the nightstand, I pull his arm tighter around me. The nameplate sits on the kitchen counter waiting to be hung. The Mountain Match ad is folded in the drawer beside it. Tomorrow, guests arrive. Next week, Cat flies in to help with the Christmas rush. Next month, the new year starts.

My hands are steady. Have been for months.

Outside, the snow keeps falling on Bear Creek Valley. The porch light clicks off.

We're already home.