Page 18 of Mountain Man Crush
“Now… we just take it one day at a time.”
I smile as I watch her eyes sparkle. “I like the sound of that.” I lean in and press my mouth to hers. It’s been years since I’ve kissed anyone, and I thought that when I finally did, it would feel foreign, but it doesn’t. It feels right.
I wrap my arms around her and rolls her onto her back as we kiss. She giggles and pulls me back on top of her. My dick presses against her soft folds and within seconds, I’m hard and ready to go again. The rest of the day is spent rolling around in bed.
We don’t get up until basic human needs demand it. While she cleans up in the bathroom, I stoke the fire in the living room to warm the house back up. Then I go into the kitchen and rifle around for something to make for dinner. Everything I have is frozen and since I haven’t been home in a few days to set anything out, we’ll have to work with what’s in the fridge and cabinets. I slice a few pieces of homemade bread and pull out some peanut butter and jelly, making two sandwiches. I take them to the living room and set the plate on the coffee table as I lay a blanket out on the floor in front of the wood burner. Then I grab my bottle of bourbon and two glasses.
She walks out of the bathroom and down the hall to the living room, finding me on the floor. She smiles. “What’s for dinner?”
“PB&J’s and bourbon?” I ask with my brows lifted.
She laughs and comes to sit down beside me. “I feel like I’m back in college again.”
She picks up her sandwich, and I pick up mine. She knocks her sandwich into mine. “Cheers,” she says, taking a big bite.
I take a bite of my sandwich, but the peanut butter is thick, and my mouth is dry. I pour us a little bourbon into our glasses and we sip our drinks. The wood pops and crackles and the warmth of the fire slowly heats up the living room. When we finish with our food, I set the plate on the table and we get a little comfier in front of the fire. She lays her head on my chest, and I hold her close while I sip at my drink, letting it relax me even further.
“What do you want out of life, Jack?” she asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’m not sure,” I confess. “Back when I was younger and married, we dreamed of having children. She wanted to homeschool them, teach them how to live off the land like we did, and then let them go off to find their own lives. When she passed, I gave that dream up. I thought I’d be alone forever and never thought much past the day I was living, but now things have changed again and the future is suddenly open to many possibilities. We could decide this doesn’t work or it could work and spend our lives together. I don’t know yet.”
“I want children one day. I just thought you should know before deciding what you want. I want to make sure we both want the same thing before this goes too far.”
“Kids would be good,” I tell her as I brush a strand of hair away from her cheek.
“I don’t know how to live off the land, so if that’s something you want, you’re going to have to teach me.”
I laugh. “One day at a time,” I remind her.
“One day at a time,” she agrees.
We both grow quiet as we watch and listen to the fire and before I know it, she’s sound asleep. I pick her up against me and carry her to the bedroom and crawl into bed beside her. I pull her close and breathe in her sweet scent. Before I know it, I’m fast asleep too, dreaming of what could be.
Chapter Thirteen
BETHANY
Iwake in the morning and find that I’m no longer in the living room. I’m in the bedroom. I roll over and find the bed empty. I place my hand on his side and it’s cold. I push back the blankets and stand up. I’m wearing his shirt which falls to my knees it’s so large on me. I stop in the bathroom and when I finish, I walk into the living room. The fire is roaring and there’s noises coming from the kitchen. I walk in to find him making breakfast.
“Good morning,” he says as I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him.
“Good morning,” I reply, looking up in time for him to press a kiss to my lips. “Whatcha making?”
“Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee. Sorry, but I don’t have any tea.”
“It smells amazing. Can I help?”
“I’ve got this. Why don’t you go set the table?”
He releases me, and I get out plates and silverware. When breakfast is done, we sit at the table to eat. The curtains are open, and the sun is climbing the sky. Birds are flying from branch to branch and squirrels are scurrying up and down tree trunks. It’s beautiful out. Too bad it’s so cold. This is the perfect day to just sit and watch nature and enjoy the scenery.
“This is the best bacon I’ve ever had,” I tell him, taking another bite.
“It’s fresh.”
I frown. “You have pigs?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I buy animals from local farmers and have them processed. It’s better for you than what you buy at the grocery store that’s been packed in preservatives.”
