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My family is not his family. But I can be. And will. The rest will grow out of that.
We drove all night and reached the mountains just as the sun was coming up, coloring the jagged peaks rising over a thick pine tree forest in pale shades of lilac, purple and yellow. Our cabin is tucked away inside that pine forest but looks out onto a grassy clearing with the mountains in the background and a little river spring complete with a small waterfall flowing through it.
I could write so many songs here.
I could stay here for a good long while and not miss a single thing.
I could just live here with Jax.
I’ve already mended the crack in my guitar using super glue and duct tape and set down the melody that’s been playing in my mind since the night Jax came back to me.
I’m sitting in the soft grass by the waterfall watching the fluid way all the muscles in his back and arms work together as he chops wood so we can light the large fireplace in the living room later tonight. There’s a song in that too. I feel like there’s a song in everything here just begging me to write it. My creative drought is over and I hardly even remember how it felt.
But the songs can all wait.
The sun is setting, the mountain range awash in golden light as I put away my guitar and walk over to him.
“I think that’s already plenty of wood,” I whisper into his ear as I run my hand down the taut, coiled defined muscles of his arm.
He grins at me over his shoulder, drives the ax into the chopping block and sweeps me into his arms, his kiss as vast as the gorgeous untouched nature all around us, filling me with the freedom and serenity of it all.
He carries me into the house, my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms around his strong neck, our lips locked together for most of the way.
But it’s not the bed where he sets me down, it’s by the kitchen counter.
“Dinner first,” he says grinning at me and what must be a very disappointed look on my face. “And I see it’s not waiting for me. You’ve been slacking in your bride duties.”
I love that mischievous spark in his eyes and the way there’s none of that perpetual guardedness in them now. That’s only gone when we’re alone together, completely free of everything and everyone. I’ve missed seeing his eyes like this.
I stand on my toes to whisper into his ear, “I guess you’ll have to teach me a lesson,” then bite his earlobe.
And yelp as he smacks my ass before grabbing it and grinding his hard cock into my belly as he kisses me with the kind of passion that never fails to take my breath away.
“Oh, there’ll be time enough for that,” he says and only a part of me wishes it was right now as we set about making dinner.
Hot dogs and salad, because neither of us can actually cook worth a damn. But I want to learn one day, I want to cook as well as my mother does and right now, I don’t see why it can’t all happen right here in this out of the way cabin, with the mountains awash in gold in the evening and lilac in the morning and the hissing of the waterfall lulling me to sleep every night.
“This is as good as the time we stayed in that summer cabin,” I say as we’re sitting on the porch steps eating our dinner, the sky above the mountains fast turning a deep shade of indigo and stars beginning to twinkle above the mountains that are still a deep purple from the setting sun.
He just looks at me, his eyes as soft and liquid as the rippling river flowing past the cabin.
“No,” he mumbles then stuffs the last of his hot dog into his mouth and chews heavily.
“You don’t remember? Or you don’t think so?” I ask trying hard to hide my disappointment. “You know, that time we went away with Hunter and Trixie, Chance and who was it? Melody?”
How can he not remember? Some of the best memories I have of the two of us together are from that stay. We had ditched all our bodyguards and had almost two weeks all to ourselves before they finally found us and dragged us back.
It’s when Jax first told me he loved me, on a golden colored sandy beach, the wind ruffling his hair and the sun setting directly into the ocean, which was all we could see. And showed me just how much later, once the sun had set and the sky was covered with diamond-bright stars just like it will be tonight.
He later admitted how nervous he was about saying it. How afraid that I’d just laugh at him and not say it back. But that was never even a possibility. As I told him and showed him many times since. Like I’m doing right now. And this time, I hope he finally accepts it as the bone-deep truth it is.
He grins at me, kind of sheepishly, because he must see the frustration in my eyes, then strokes my arm gently and shakes his head. “Of course I remember, Harper. I just meant that this is even better than that.”
“It is,” I say and lean against his shoulder, feeling embarrassed at thinking the worst of him yet again. But that’s fading fast too, here in this quiet, peaceful, beautiful place, leaving only the love we share behind.
We have all the time in the world here. All the time we need and more. We just have to make the most of it. And something tells me that’ll be easy.
Maybe it’s the carefree look in his eyes and his easy smile. Or maybe the way songs just flow from me, each deeper than the last. And maybe it’s just that this—the two of us together, fully committed to each other—is my biggest wish come true. And his too.
