Page 18 of Curvy Girl and the Ex-Military Cowboy

"I want to see the view," I explain, gesturing toward the lights of Cedar Falls spread out below us. "The city looks beautiful from here."

A rough smile breaks across his face—not practiced or polished, but genuine in a way that makes my heart flutter. He's clearly not accustomed to smiling often, which makes this one even more precious.

"Whatever you want," he says, helping me turn over.

I position myself on hands and knees, facing the valley where the small town glimmers like fallen stars. The cool night air caresses my naked skin, raising goosebumps that have nothing to do with cold. I feel Aaron move behind me, his hands running down my back to my hips.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, and though I can't see his face, I hear the sincerity in his voice.

Then he's pressing into me again, slower this time but deeper somehow in this new position. I moan as he fills me, the angle allowing him to reach places inside me that make my arms tremble.

"Harder," I gasp, surprising myself with my boldness.

Aaron responds immediately, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back to meet each movement. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the night air, primal and urgent.

"God, you're fucking me so hard," I pant, the crude words foreign on my tongue but perfectly expressing the raw intensity of what I'm feeling. "I've never been with a man like you."

His response is a deep groan as his hands move to grip my ass, squeezing and spreading them as he drives into me. The possessiveness of his touch makes me feel utterly claimed, as if he owns every inch of me—a thought that sends adrenaline and pleasure spiraling through me.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes," I moan. "Don't stop."

Aaron reaches forward to gather a handful of my hair, gently pulling my head back as he continues his relentless pace. The slight edge of pain mingles with pleasure in a way that makes me cry out.

"Aaron," I warn, feeling my second climax approaching fast. "I'm close."

"Me too," he groans, his thrusts becoming more urgent, less controlled. "Come for me, Elena."

His words, rough with desire, send me over the edge. I cry out as pleasure crashes through me in waves, my inner muscles clenching around him. He follows moments later with a deep groan, his body tensing behind me as he pulses inside me, load after load filling me with his seed.

For several heartbeats, we remain locked together, both trying to catch our breath. Then Aaron gently withdraws and helps melie down on the blanket. He stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest and wrapping an arm around my waist.

We lie there silently for several minutes, naked under the vast sky, watching the twinkling lights of Cedar Falls below us. His heart beats steadily against my back, his breath warm on my neck.

"I didn't expect this to happen so soon," I finally say, breaking the comfortable silence.

Aaron's arm tightens slightly around me. "Neither did I," he admits. "But I have no regrets."

I smile, though he can't see it. "I don't either."

The night air is cooling rapidly now, and I shiver slightly. Aaron immediately reaches for his discarded shirt, draping it over me before pulling the edge of the blanket over us both.

"Do you think..." I begin hesitantly, "should we just confess to your brothers? About our arrangement?"

I feel him tense slightly behind me. "Maybe," he says after a moment. "But right now, the only thing that matters is this moment. Us."

His words warm something inside me—the idea that for now, we exist in our own bubble, separate from arrangements and expectations and his brothers' opinions.

"Yes," I agree softly, nestling deeper into his embrace.

Aaron's broad shoulder makes a surprisingly comfortable pillow as I rest my head against him. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm, and I find my eyelids growing heavy.

As I drift off, I have the fleeting thought that this wasn't at all how I expected my first day in Cedar Falls to end—naked underthe stars with a man I barely know yet somehow trust completely—a man who, according to our arrangement, might someday be my husband.

But as unconventional as this beginning might be, it feels right in a way I can't quite explain—like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. My last conscious thought before sleep claims me is that perhaps the path to finding home doesn't always follow the expected route.

Morning

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