Page 99 of Her Remarkable Protector

I hold her tighter, summoning the courage to ask, “Have you forgiven me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she says sincerely. “If anything, I should apologize for doubting you.”

I shake my head. “Forgive me, Honor. Please.”

Her eyes meet mine, telling me she’ll give what I’m asking. “I forgive you. And you’ve got to forgive me too.”

“I forgive you,” I reply, my voice rough but honest.

“So, no more guilt?”

I take a breath, steadying myself. “Honor, the guilt from that day—it’ll never leave me. But every time I look at you, I’m reminded that I did the right thing. Not just then, but everything I’ve done since the moment I found you again.”

Her smile breaks through the lingering shadows, and when we kiss, it’s the kind that makes gives air to our lungs—like we’ve finally broken free.

As we part, she leans closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “Do you know what else we should do next? I mean, in the very near future?”

A smile tugs at my mouth. “What?”

She moves to the side and kneels in front of me, her hand sliding behind my jeans.

“Oh Honor…”

“You’ve lost a bit of weight, baby,” she murmurs, her hand effortlessly gliding down. She strokes my balls. “But not here,” she remarks, juggling them in her palm. Then, she moves her hand up, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “Hmm... and definitely not here.”

“Jesus, Huckleberry. Laramie will think there’s an earthquake.”

“Relax, this isn’t even the appetizer,” she dismisses me, shuffling herself closer so she can reach my ear. “Tell me your fantasy, Chase.”

I didn’t expect such question to come up in such a tranquil setting. And her continued stroking makes it difficult for me to speak. “Uh um... play. Toys, on you.”

She sighs. “You know no toys can ever satisfy me.”

“Huh, of course I know,” I reply, savoring her touch—asserting that only I hold the power. “But you have no idea how I play.”

“Wanna show me?”

I’m taken aback. “What? You brought?—”

“Nope. But this,” she says, holding up my index finger with a sly grin, “might qualify as, um... extra-large?”

Her soft, warm tongue makes contact with the tip of my finger.

Fuck!My cock grows hard just imagining what I’m going to do with her clit. Thank God for my speedy recovery.

“No batteries needed,” she adds seductively.

Groaning, I scoop Honor up with one arm, her yelp turning into laughter as she clings to me. Laramie stays snug in my other arm, blinking up at us like she’s the only responsible one in this situation. Step by step, I carry them both up to the house.

EPILOGUE: HONOR

One year later

The sunlight hovers at the horizon, stretching long, golden rays across Flathead Lake, painting the water in strokes of amber and violet. The air is alive with the scent of wildflowers and the murmur of the lake lapping against the shore.

I stand at the water’s edge, my bare feet brushing against petals scattered in my path—a trail of pink roses and blush-colored blooms that leads to a life I could have never imagined, but one I fought for with every piece of me.

The bouquet in my hands feels steady despite the tremor of anticipation. Pale roses glow against the silky white of my gown. The bustier hugs me as though it was crafted for this moment—simple yet timeless—while the skirt flows in gentle waves, brushing against my feet.

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