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“Good point,” he says, making a slight gagging noise before getting back to work. “You know, our Aspen trip is coming up in two days. I can postpone it if you’re not ready.”
I smile over at him. “I’m ready.”
Helix stays with me the next two nights. We don’t have sex, but we sleep together, and when he holds me against his warm body all night long, I feel like I’m finally at peace.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The cabin
Helix
“This place is beautiful,” Nicolette says breathily, her eyes rising up the peaked windows of the great room and all the way to the timber ceiling thirty feet above. The back wall juts out in a V-shape and allows a view of the mountains beyond a thick forest.
“Okay, I’ll buy it for us.”
Her head snaps down so quickly she stumbles, but she catches herself before she can land on her perfect ass.
“You can’t buy this cabin,” she insists, looking at me like I just grew a penis out of my forehead.
“Why not? You said you liked it.”
She puffs out an exasperated breath. “You can’t just buy things because I say I like them.”
I walk toward her and rest my hands on her hips. “I can and I will.”
Nicolette eyes me skeptically and cocks her head to one side. “Okay, I like Italy.”
Pulling out my phone, I say, “Let me make a couple calls. But I’m having that tower straightened. There’s no need for it to be leaning like that.”
She bursts into laughter and swats my chest. “You’re being ridiculous.” Then she grabs my hand and begins dragging me to the left side of the cabin. “Let’s go explore.”
We find a well-stocked kitchen and a dining room with a large table that looks roughhewn but is smooth as silk to the touch. There’s also a half bath and two sets of stairs, one leading up and one down. On the other side of the main level, there’s a nice sized bedroom with an attached bath.
We head downstairs to find a game room with a pool table and full-sized video games and another bed/bath combo.
The top level consists of a loft living area that overlooks the great room below with a second kitchen off to the right. Heading left, we find two double doors that open into the master suite. The space manages to look cozy despite its size, with a wood-burning fireplace, complete with a furry brown rug. French doors open onto a private balcony that looks like the perfect spot to have our morning coffee.
The bed is four-poster and large enough to fit a lot more than two people, and I get a vision of Nicolette and I sleeping in that bed and being woken up by our five children. Yeah, I said five. I plan to fill her up every chance she’ll give me.
Our first evening together in Aspen was sublime. When we cooked dinner together in the beautiful kitchen, it felt like we were an old married couple, but at the same time, it was like a fresh and new relationship. Comfort and excitement… could I ask for anything more?
As I sit on the smooth whiskey-colored couch with Nicolette’s head in my lap, my eyes go up and to the left, visualizing the engagement ring I brought with me. I’m not sure if it’s too soon after our fight and subsequent breakup to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me, but I’m dying to pop the question. I’m dying to officially make her mine.
I definitely want to do it on this trip, despite my reservations about the timing, but when exactly should I do it? I’d pictured something like this… relaxing, having a couple brandies, a fire in the fireplace. The setting is romantic for sure, but do I want to do it on the first night? What if she says no and the rest of the trip is awkward?
Then again, what if she says yes?
I look down at her when she takes a drink from the brandy snifter and sets it aside. She’s wearing fitted jeans and a sage-green Henley beneath my unbuttoned flannel shirt. I think I love her in my clothes more than anything else she’s ever worn.
As I comb my fingers through her dark hair, Nicolette’s eyes rise up to mine, and I see the mischievous glint there a second before she rolls over onto her stomach. Her nose nuzzles against my crotch as she asks, “May I please suck your big dick?”
Fuck me.
“Please do,” I answer, my voice little more than a grunt because the blood supply to my brain heads south, leaving my verbal skills somewhere near caveman levels. “Clothes off.”
Nicolette stands and begins stripping as I do the same, pulling off my white T-shirt before quickly shucking my jeans. I take her in as she removes piece by piece, revealing her luscious body to my lustful gaze.
When she’s completely naked, she drops to her knees and pulls my thighs wide with her hands. I scoot my ass forward to give her better access to my bobbing cock. The cool leather I’msitting on contrasts with the heat of her mouth when she takes me inside.
