Page 2 of My Recluse Valentine

Chance

The drive down themountain wasn't bad. The fluffy white snowflakes that are currently falling on the other hand, can be deceiving. I rarely travel into town, only every couple of weeks, but something has been nagging at me all day—pushing me to make the journey today—Valentine's Day.

I've been in love with Blossom from the moment I saw her gorgeous face, framed with flowing, long dark brown hair, through the window of her flower shop three months ago when I first moved to my mountain sanctuary.

My feet were moving faster than my brain could catch up—running on some primal instinct that was calling for me to claim this beautiful woman. Unfortunately, when she smiled at me in greeting when I walked into her flower shop, my body and my brain both froze. All I could say was the word flowers. The rest ofmy brainpower was taking in the goddess in front of me with her thick thighs and luscious curves. The sight of her instantly made me hard as a rock.

When she asked me what kind of flowers I was looking for, I could only grunt and point to the closest vase of what she called stargazer lilies. With that same sweet smile, she told me my total. Since my body was still on autopilot, I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my billfold, and handed her my credit card without saying a word. When our fingers touched, I felt a bolt of electricity run through my body. Her eyes snapped to mine with a surprised look letting me know she felt it, too.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand back so she could process the transaction. While she was wrapping up my flowers, I grabbed a business card from the counter with the name of the flower shop, Where Hope Blossoms and the name Blossom Montgomery neatly typed below it.

Blossom, that had to be my girl's name—because that's how I thought of her—as my girl. Even if I wasn't ready to claim her, she was still mine. A pretty blonde-haired woman called Blossom's name, confirming with a soft reply, "Yes, Sienna?" that her name was Blossom.

Now, three months and six vases of flowers later, I can't wait any longer. I need to tell Blossom how I feel about her before someone snatches her away from me. I've made a few friends in town, one of them being Wyatt. He's a former military man like me. Only he was in the Navy, Navy Seal, to be exact. He's been chasing after Blossom's employee, Sienna—never leaving her side while she's at work. He's become a fixture in the flower shop—guarding over her from the potential advances of the singleguys that might stumble into the flower shop. He walks her to and from work every day, which might seem awkward to some, but it plays in my favor since he also watches over Blossom for me.

"Sienna. Wyatt." I nod a greeting to them as I glance around the flower shop, looking for Blossom.

It's Valentine's Day, which means she'll be busy. That's why I waited as long as I could to come into town and claim her—I didn't want to disrupt her during the biggest holiday for her shop. Since it's almost closing, I thought it was a good time to call on her.

"Hey, Chance." Wyatt nods, his hands tying a ribbon onto a Valentine's Day-themed balloon, while Sienna scowls at him.

"She finally put you to work?" I joke, earning a scowl of my own from Sienna.

"It's putting him to work or risking him running off all our customers as he glares at them from the corner." She huffs, snatching the ribbon out of his hands and handing the balloon to the waiting customer.

"Is Blossom around? I want to talk to her." I try to keep my voice casual but fail miserably as Sienna looks me up and down.

"Are you finally going to act on your attraction to her?" she quirks an eyebrow at me. All the while, she neatly arranges flowers in a vase, with Wyatt trying to add flowers to herarrangement, only to be met with what has come to be known as Sienna's permanent scowl.

"I…"

"Don't try to deny it." She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. "The way you give each other those lovesick googly eyes all the time, then barely say two words to each other is painful to watch."

I want to remind her she and Wyatt are no better with the way they dance around each other. She may act like she isn't interested in Wyatt, but I've seen the look of longing in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. But I think better of it. Besides, I'm still trying to comprehend her words that Blossom likes me back.

Knowing she has feelings for me gives me a newfound confidence. The desire to claim her grows stronger until I almost burst with the need to see her. Instead I calm my features, "I think that's a conversation I need to have with Blossom first. Now, where is she?" I glance around the still-busy flower shop noticing the two teenage delivery drivers are helping customers, but Blossom is nowhere to be found. Even her cat, Milo, isn't trying to rub his body all over me like he always does.

If only his owner would rub her body all over mine.

"She took the last of the deliveries up the mountain. She was afraid the boys weren't experienced enough to drive through the mountain in this snow." Sienna nods at the two teenagers still assisting customers.

They're both good kids—barely sixteen. Of course, with her kind heart, my Blossom wouldn't want to put them in any danger. But that doesn't mean she should put herself in danger. I should have come into town earlier. I could have helped her deliver the flowers—or at least driven her van for her. I might have to spank her juicy ass for putting herself in danger like this.

"Do you know who she's delivering to?"

"Her last delivery is to Mrs. Nelson," Sienna says, her eyes straying to Wyatt as he hands a little girl a sucker from the stash behind the counter while her mother beams at him.

"Okay. Thanks." I say as I rush out of the flower shop in search of my girl.

The snow is falling harder and heavier the farther up the mountain I go. Luckily, my truck is equipped to drive through any weather the mountains can throw at me. Unfortunately, I haven't found Blossom yet, and I'm almost at Mr. and Mrs. Nelson's cabin.

A splash of pink against the freshly fallen white snow catches my eye, and I realize it's Blossom's van, which is currently parked nose-first in a snowbank in a ditch. My heart drops, and I pray she's alright.

I pull over to the side of the road, or what I can tell is the side of the road with all the snow piling up on it, place my truck in park, and hop out to check on Blossom. When I see her spinning around in circles by her van with her face to the sky and her hand outstretched, with her cell phone clasped firmly in her grip, Isigh in relief. She's fine. She's just searching for a cell signal, which isn't easy to get this high in the mountains unless you have a satellite phone like I do.

Knowing she's okay, I take a minute to soak her in—from the tight leggings to the cute net red skirt around her wide hips to the red jacket barely holding back her large chest; I feel my cock stir to life with want for this beautiful creature.

"Find what you're looking for, Blossom?" I say as I get closer to her—still surprised she hasn't noticed me yet.

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