Page 12 of Devotion By the Mountain Man

Sophie’s in the front seat, driving us back to Rosie’s place. She has a mysterious smirk on her face and I know she’s up to something, but I can’t focus on it. I’m too excited to be out of the hospital, to be heading back to Rosie’s cottage with her. We decided it would be better for me to stay with her for the time being. Her cottage is only one floor and it’ll be easier for me to heal without having to worry about taking care of everything around the house. Something tells me this arrangement might be permanent, but neither of us have brought it up yet.

I look to where my hand is linked with Rosie’s across the middle seat and smile at the sight. Despite the hell of the last few weeks, I still have her. It was all worth it for her.

We pull up in front of the house and Sophie jumps out to open my door, letting me lean on her shoulder before we walk up the short driveway. Rosie reaches into the trunk to grab our bags—she hasn’t left my side once during my recovery and I can’t wait to repay her for all of it. Over and over and over.

When we get to the front door, Sophie fumbles with the keys in her pocket. She’s been staying here while I’ve been in the hospital, wanting to stay in the area but not wanting to continue to impose on Ava and Scott. Rosie offered up her place since she was never home anyways.

Sophie unlocks the door and Rosie and I walk in behind her. Both of our jaws drop to the floor.

“Oh my God, Sophie!” Rosie screeches, her face lighting up, cheeks reddening in that way I love so much.God, I love her.“What did you do?!”

Sophie laughs. “I hope that’s a good screech,” she says, before gesturing around the cottage. “I had nothing to do in the hours I couldn’t be at the hospital, so I took it upon myself to bring our vision to life.” It’s beautiful, decorated in creams and pastels, looking timeless and soRosieI can’t help but feel just as elated as she looks.

“It’s an amazing screech! I can’t believe you did all of this. I’m obsessed, it’s just like I dreamed,” Rosie says, letting go oof my hand and bringing my sister into a giant hug. “Thank you,” she whispers into Sophie’s ear, tears in both of there is. “This is the second nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she says, breaking out of the hug and looking at me with a wink. I laugh, pulling her back into my arms.

“It looks awesome, Soph. I love it too,” I say.

“Thanks Wade. I’m glad you’re here to see it.” Sincerity floods her voice and it throws me off. We’re almost never genuine with one another. But maybe times are changing.

“Let me show you everything!” Sophie says, all traces of melancholy gone.

She takes us on a detailed tour of Rosie’s house like it’s her own and it’s just so perfectly Sophie my grin doesn’t break the entire time. She takes us through the kitchen and its new wooden countertops, the bathroom with its eclectic tile work, and thecurtains that brighten up the whole house. She ends the tour in the bedroom, revealing a gorgeous iron bed frame that fits the space perfectly. The bed is draped in rose-colored bedding and I grin as I think of my Rosie wrapped up in it.

She ends the tour by guiding us back to the kitchen and showing us that she stocked the kitchen with groceries. She tells us its about time for her to head back to the city, but that she’ll text us incessantly and be back to visit soon.

We both thank her, for everything, and our hugs last a little longer than normal.

“I love you, you lovesick idiot,” she whispers in my ear as I walk her to the door. “Try not to die while I’m gone.”

“I’d only do it for her,” I say back. She nods, looking at me with a mix of understanding and sadness. “Drive safe,” I say, giving her one last hug.

I wait by the door until I see her drive off before turning back into the house. Rosie comes out of the bedroom changed into her pajamas—a silky tank top and matching shorts and I nearly start drooling at the sight of her tight little body. It’s been weeks since I’ve had her, tasted her, and suddenly, I feel like a man starved.

I cross the room as quickly as I can in my current state pulling her up against me.

“You look so sexy,” I say, lowering my mouth to her neck. “God, I love you.” She giggles and I feel her throat vibrate against my mouth.

“Need you now,” I say.

“I, ohhhh,” she says, moaning as I lower a hand beneath her waistband. I’m glad to find no underwear beneath the silky scrap of her shorts. She’s already wet for me, and I know I’m going to win this fight.

She pushes me away. “Stop distracting me. You know you can’t have sex for another week. I don’t want to risk your healing.”

“Fuck that. I know my body and I know having yours will make me feel better. Come on, honey, let’slive.”

She must sense the emotion in my voice because she comes closer again, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Fine,” she says. “But I’m doing all the work.”

“Fine by me,” I say leaning down and nipping at her ear lobes. “I’ll make it up to you when I’m healed all the way,” I tell her, my voice dripping with seductive promise.

She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom—our bedroom, now, I suppose. She gestures to the bed and before I know what’s happening, I’m laying down and she’s peeling off my joggers and t-shirt. My cock is aching with how desperate I am for her.

“I’m never going two weeks without fucking you again,” I say as she peels off her own clothes. She straddles my hips and hits me with a light slap, careful to avoid the bandaged section of my chest before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my healing wound.

“You will if it will make you healthy enough to stay with me forever,” she says.

“I’m with you forever honey, never doubt it for a second.”

She nods quickly before leaning forward, careful to keep her weight off my chest as her mouth meets mine in a devastating kiss. Our tongues tangle with weeks of pent-up tension and I’m desperate to show her how much I’ve missed her body.

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