Page 13 of Mountain Man's Dream

"Come for me, Sugar," I command her roughly, settling my thumb over her clit when I can't take anymore. "Let it all out, baby, let me hear you screaming for me while I fill you up."

My girl does what I tell her, throwing her head back and letting her pretty screams bounce off the walls around us while her thighs shake and her sweet little tunnel clenches down on my cock like it needs me even deeper inside her.

I give her my best effort to answer that call, grabbing hold and pulling her down so there's not a bit of space separating us while I unload jets of hot seed deep inside her womb.

When Finch lays beside me, I hold her till her trembling stops and her breathing is steady and deep.

"I think you'd better get serious about adding those extra bathrooms at this rate."

Finch snuggles under my arm with her head on my chest and soon I'm dozing beside her, dreaming about all the years I'm going to spend wrapped up in those soft curves.

EPILOGUE 1

1 YEAR LATER

Finch

"Your grandmother and her friend look like they're plotting again," I whisper to my husband, pointing toward the two old ladies huddled together at one of the tables on the patio.

Glen was smart enough to talk me into marrying him before I was fully caught up on the trouble his grandmother and her friends are known for around the small town of Moonshine Ridge.

If I'd known...well: I look at the family gathered around us up at the hot springs resort that the Diaz's own and I know I'd have jumped in with both feet just as fast.

"I'll give Hawk a heads up," he whispers back. "The last time they were left unsupervised, they set off an avalanche that had the Jones's socked in for weeks."

I bite my tongue, not reminding him that Vera Jones and her crony, Mable Hart, had deserved last winter's avalanche that closed the road to the Jones family estate when they stole the goats from Marcia and Alex's barn.

The great goat-napping escapade happened before I joined the family, but it's one of the bigger undertakings that the four old women have pulled off, so it's become the stuff of legend on the small-town gossip chain.

Besides, it wasn't even an avalanche that Glen's grandmother, Marcia, and her friend, Alice, pulled off. But they did manage to pile a staggering amount of snow on the private road to the Jones's River Bend property last winter and no one's figured out exactly how two women in their eighties managed to pull off such a caper.

Just part of the fun of living in a small town that's as isolated as Moonshine Ridge.

In addition to Marcia and Alice cooking up whatever trouble they're planning next, the rest of my in-laws mill around the resort along with the Lancasters and most of the other residents of town.

Glen's older sister, Meadow and her fiancé move through the practice routine for the wedding we'll be back here for in a few days.

Meadow and Ozzie got together just a couple of months before I met Glen, but they decided to do a more traditional wedding while Glen and I rushed down to the county courthouse in Slow River Valley within a week of knowing each other.

"You sorry we skipped this, Sugar?"

My husband's deep voice whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine like it always has.

"Not really." I shake my head and accept the glass of water he hands me. "It seems like a lot of trouble to go through just to get cake."

I never really liked being the center of attention. I think putting on a fancy dress and walking down an aisle would have taken all the fun out of my wedding day, to be honest.

"Are you saying my girls need cake?"

"We don't know it's a girl, yet! But yes-- we need cake."

My hand has already made a habit of settling over my belly, just where the little flutters are starting to become more and more noticeable even though I don't have a proper baby bump yet.

Glen's convinced we're having a girl just to make the new bathroom useful. Work on the addition of two new bedrooms and two new bathrooms was finished just in time for my positive pregnancy test.

We couldn't be happier.

I finished up my masters degree in May, but my Bigfoot hunting days are long behind me.

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