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Vale
Ihope she understands me. There's no way I'll be able to let her go once I've been inside her. After tonight, Sparrow's going to be wearing my ring for real and the sooner I can get a baby inside her, the better.
Fuck. I don't have a condom anywhere on this whole damn mountain and I don't want one.
"I don't have any rubbers, Birdy," I grit through my teeth, forcing myself to keep some control, "I haven't been with anyone in a long damn time and the doc gave me a clean bill of health just last month. You okay with that?"
"Uh huh, I trust you." She nods, then whimpers when she feels me on her again.
It takes me three seconds to get the rest of my clothes off and those three seconds of losing contact with Sparrow are torture.
"I want to fuck you bare, Birdy," I tell her, my fingers sliding through her wetness and doing my best to prepare her for what's coming, "I want to feel that cherry splitting open on my raw cock."
Sparrow claws at my back, her little feet wrapped tight around the backs of my thighs like she's trying to climb me like a tree while I line up to her weeping hole and start to force my way past her innocence.
I can feel the place that has to tear open to allow me in and I know it hurts her because all her needy little cries go silent and her nails dig into my shoulders hard.
Maybe I'm a rough, filthy, bastard but I warned her. I figure the best thing is to just do it quick like ripping off a bandage. Sparrow's breath catches sharply but she doesn't cry out, and everything inside her opens up to take all of me.
It's more than I was prepared for, her tightness, her heat, the way she adjusts to me like she was made to take my cock. Because she was. I know it, I knew it the moment I saw her.
With some effort, I manage not to completely plunder her soft body and soon she's making those pretty little mewling noises again, meeting my thrusts, and begging me to make her come again.
I slip my hand between us and roll my thumb over her clit and make her come undone for me but I don't have much time to be proud of myself for managing to make Birdy's first time good for her. The feel of her tunnel spasming around my shaft as it clenches down and pulls me deeper into her interior causes me to go off like a fucking rocket, emptying my seed deep inside my woman's womb.
ChapterEight
Sparrow
The jays aren't the only birds singing in the mountains this morning. I haven't been able to stop since I woke up.
After Vale made love to me last night, he told me he meant every word he'd said-- I'm really his now. I'm going to move into his cabin with him up here at the top of the mountain and have his babies and be his mountain wife.
Who would think that having that crazy stalker, Travis, show up on the Ridge would end up leading straight to my happily ever after?
I pull on my cheap snow boots without even pulling the laces tight and walk out on to the cabin's long, front porch.
It's a beautiful morning; the sun is shining on the pristine, white snow that blankets the land. It's hard to believe there are so many boulders and bushes under all that snow, but Vale was pointing out where everything is so I don't accidentally break an ankle out here.
Vale's cabin sits opposite the family's camp resort, with a wide clearing between us and the tiny office and general store that serves their guests through the summer months. From where I'm standing on the front porch now, I can see a row of small cabins fanned out along the shore of the lake, a big area for tents and campers. I can just imagine what it must be like up here in the summer time when it's full of happy people vacationing.
It's going to be a wonderful place to raise our kids.
My hand hovers over my belly, right where the cloth belt of Vale's humongous bathrobe is tied around my waist.
We're going to have babies together. I could already be pregnant with Vale's child right now, standing in the snow that's been trampled down at the base of the porch steps, wearing not a damn thing but my crappy snow boots, and Vale's bathrobe.
That's wishful thinking, but knowing how happy it would make Vale fills that hopeful space inside my tummy with butterflies.
I hear the sound of a snowmobile engine cutting the mountain's winter silence.
It's not coming from the direction of the large shed where Vale has been prepping his own sled for our day trip to the hot springs.
He said we can use the resort's man-made pools whenever we want but today, he's packing a lunch and some spare clothes onto the snowmobile and taking me farther up the trail that runs over the summit and into Paradise Point on the eastern side of the mountain range. He wants to show me his favorite hot spring pool, one of the original ones that was dug out by his own ancestor over a hundred years ago.
That's what I'm doing out here in the crisp mountain morning, wrapped up in the thick, terrycloth bathrobe that fits like wearing a blanket and smells like Vale. Waiting for him to bring the snowmobile around to the front of the house and taking full advantage of every minute I have left before I have to pull on the pair of his sister's old snow bibs that Vale found for me to wear for the short ride.
My coffee's gone cold in the mug and my feet have too, since these boots aren't exactly waterproof. But the sun is out and between that and just feeling like I'm going to burst with happiness-- I don't mind either.
