Page 179 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
Her touch.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
Her tears.
How good a mother she is to our son.
How incredibly forgiving and understanding she is with everyone, especially me.
All of it.
I can’t imagine life without her.
I tried that once, and it almost killed me.
“Marry me.”
Her hand stills on my cock, and she peeks back over her shoulder at me. “What?”
It may have been a whisper, but she definitely heard what I just said. “You heard me, Honeybee. Marry me.”
We haven’t even talked about it—the fact that she left the ring when she fled the mountain—but I need it on her finger now.
I need that confirmation that everything we went through has brought us full circle and hasn’t stolen the life we had planned before our worlds fell apart.
I need something tangible for both of us—something we can look to when times get tough and our past wounds feel too painful to bear.
I need her to say yes.
Her gaze softens as she holds my gaze, the sound of the rain filling the space where her answer should be. The first time I did this, she didn’t hesitate. She had no reason to. But so much has happened since then. So many things that have changed both of us.
The tears shimmering across her eyes could mean so many things I’m not capable of deciphering.
But one emotion burns red hot—love.
Despite all the reasons she shouldn’t, this woman loves me and trusts me with every part of her.
The good.
The bad.
The scary.
The angry.
The broken.
The same way I trust her with all those parts of me.
I slowly glide a finger up inside her, and she groans, tightening around it and arching into my hold even farther. Her grip on my cock increases as her breathing hitches.
“Is that a yes, Honeybee?”
A tiny laugh slips from her lips, and she nods as her hand clenches around my cock a second time, tugging in a way that makes my balls ache.
Sweet mother of God.
