Page 19 of Winter Memories

“Good,” he growls before he takes my mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands start to roam, but I’m so overcome with the feeling, the sheer fucking joy exploding inside of me because I’m kissing Fletcher again, and I hardly notice. It’s only when he pulls back enough to pull my shirt over my head that I freeze.

“My body has changed,” I croak when he narrows his eyes, the challenge clear in the way he’s looking at me.

“Oh, Eden,” he murmurs. Then I’m in his arms and being laid out on the softest bed I’ve ever felt. His touch feels like worship. He strips my clothes quickly and while I don’t even think about stopping him, I am afraid he’s not going to like what he sees anymore. When I’m laid out naked, I force myself to look into his eyes to find them filled with heated desire and feral hunger. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen and I’m about to show you exactly what I think about how your body has changed.”

He strips down to his boxers and my mouth waters as he exposes himself to my gaze. He looks the same and yet different. The way he’s grown into himself is clear to see and the work he does on the ranch has kept him in damn good shape. When Ipress my thighs together, seeking some sort of friction because I’m so turned on, Fletcher smirks.

“Like what you see?” There’s a tease in his voice and all I can do is nod in response.

Starting with my ankles, he starts kissing up my body. His strong hands spread my thighs, and I tremble underneath him. The way he’s looking at me, as if he can’t look away, has me relaxing.

Fletcher was never one to blow sunshine up anyone’s ass. He’s never been afraid to speak his mind and tell you how it is, at least to him. His honesty is something I’ve always loved about him, and I trust him with everything in me.

He kisses the stretch marks on my abdomen before licking my skin. “So fucking beautiful, Eden,” he rasps. “I saw the picture of you pregnant with Macklin and you were glowing. Never seen a more beautiful sight.” His eyes find mine and I can see longing there. “Next time I’m going to be there, touching your belly, and telling you how gorgeous you are. I’ll take a picture of you every week because I don’t want to miss a moment of how your body changes.”

I suck in a breath, his words rattling around in my head. He doesn’t give me any time to process his promise though because he dives between my thighs and licks along the seam of my pussy. My fingers twine in his soft hair and I’m fucking lost.

Lost to the feeling of Fletcher’s mouth on me again.

Lost to the pleasure of him sucking my clit into his mouth.

Lost to how close I am to the edge, partially because it’s been so long but mostly because it seems he knows my body just as well now as he always did.

The sensation of him eating my pussy, the sounds of him slurping up my arousal and groaning in delight, the feel of him slipping one and then two fingers inside of me, is all too much. In no time at all I’m teetering on the edge.

With a nip of my clit with his teeth, I topple over. My body quakes and I press a hand to my mouth to muffle the scream of pure bliss trying to escape. Everything is languid heat and gentle caresses as he helps me ride the wave of pleasure and after as I float back down.

When the bed shifts and Fletcher stretches out next to me, I reach for his boxers, but he catches my wrist. “Tonight was all about you, Eden. I want you to feel how beautiful you are. Tasting you again, watching you come undone for me was all I wanted tonight.”

I pout a little and then look down his body to see a darker patch on his boxers and I bite my lip. But when I look back into his eyes to find him arching an eyebrow as if he’s challenging me to say something, I can’t stop myself from giggling.

“Yeah, yeah,” he pulls me closer and wraps me up in his arms. “You made me come in my pants. Don’t look so smug,” he admonishes, but his dark eyes dance with delight.

My cheeks ache with how big I’m smiling at him before I pull him closer and kiss him, wanting him to feel everything I feel for him, but can’t put into words quite yet. This has been moving fast, but I don’t want to slow down either.

After he gets cleaned up and helps me into one of his shirts, we snuggle together, and I fall asleep. I sleep better than I have in years and not a single regret filled dream wakes me up.

CHAPTER 8

FLETCHER

Waking up wrapped around Eden is how I want to start every morning. It felt right in a way I haven’t experienced in far too long. But I don’t have to think about all that time when I was alone and the hole in my soul was unbearable. She’s back now.

Even though I wanted to stay in bed with her, I also wanted to take care of her and Macklin. There’s no doubt in my mind that Eden has been doing everything for Macklin and rarely stopped to do anything for herself. Now that she’s home, now that we’re figuring this thing out between us, I’m going to show up and put her first. Eden and Macklin.

We could go over to the house for breakfast, but I don’t want to share my little family, which is what they are, with my brothers. Not this morning. I want it to be just us. I need new memories of my woman. I want to build some with Macklin.

I’m mixing up some pancake batter when I hear small feetcoming down the hallway. I turn just as Macklin walks into the kitchen while rubbing his eyes. I grin at the adorable matching pajamas he’s wearing. The bag Eden grabbed held pajamas and an outfit for Macklin today along with a change of clothes for herself.

Yesterday when I asked if she had everything she needed when Macklin couldn’t keep his eyes open, she had a shy smile on her face. “I’ve learned to be prepared,” she assured me while pointing to the bag. “I always have a few changes of clothes for Mack and one for me. I learned that the hard way.”

“Good morning, Fletcher,” Macklin’s eyes brighten when he sees me next to the stove.

“Morning, Mack.” I nod toward where he came from. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nope,” he chirps. “I already peed. I’m three, I can do it myself,” he sounds almost affronted to be asked which is adorable as hell. I arch my eyebrow at him, unsure if I should ask the most obvious follow up question, but Macklin sighs, “I washed my hands too.”

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