Page 18 of Mail Order Mountain Man

“You literally wrote my sexual preferences in the only visible box of my soul mate application. Do you really want to talk to me about dignity?” I’m playful in the way I speak, but there’s an undertone of seriousness to what I’m saying.

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay. I’m going to leave before you say anything else smart that I have to listen to.”

“Good luck, Maggie,” Cole says, holding the door open for her.

Maggie gives him a side eyed expression, then grins. “Oh… I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

I smile and hug her close. She’s a giant pain in the ass, but I’m thankful for her none the less. “Text me every detail. Have fun!”

With a smile still on her face, she slides out the back door, and back to her truck.

“That was the fastest visit ever,” Cole says, thumbing through the big basket she’s dropped off. “It’s nice of her to bring over all these things for the baby, though.”

I nod. “I hope she talks to Emery. She’s pushed away every other guy she’s met, and she won’t admit it, but I know it’s because she’s in love with him.”

“That’s awkward, though. Her brother’s best friend? That might be worse than boss’s daughter.”

“How so?”

“Well, her brother has a lifelong friendship with this guy. How do you look past that and see your best buddy with your sister?” He shivers. “I don’t know. I couldn’t do it.”

I laugh and slap him on the stomach playfully. “You’re a hypocrite.”

“Probably so, but still a hypocrite that’s about to order you to bed.”

I raise my brows and glare at him. “Is that right? You’re going to order me to bed for what?”

“Ah, you’ll see.” He grips my hand in his and drags me down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door with his left foot. He’s done something special because there’s a content smile on his face that’s accomplished and desperate, like he can’t wait to show me what he’s done.

Inside the room are half a dozen lit candles and hundreds of single stem wildflowers. Beside each candle, a folded note.

“What is this?” I hold back tears as I walk toward the notes.

“I know we’re going to be busy soon, and I wanted you to have something to look at. Something to remind you that when things get crazy, I still love you.”

As I stare at my husband, my soul mate, my best friend, tears spill over my cheeks. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re busy enough with the carvings, the baby’s room, and—”

He kisses the words straight from my mouth, holding me against his chest as though I’mallthat matters. “Open the first note.”

I reach for the folded cardstock and open it slowly, reading the handwritten words in the light of the candles. ‘There’s no better feeling than holding you in my arms.’

I sigh and stare up at the gargantuan man that rescued me from myself. He’s strong, kind, brave, and when I least expect it, he’s emotional.

“Turn it over,” he says, still holding me close.

I do as he’s asked and find another note in smaller print. Holding it close to my face, I squint and read out the sentence. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs. Keep your knees apart.”

My stomach clenches and my gaze draws to Cole’s. “Oh, this is a game…”

He nods. “Do as I’ve asked.”

I’m not sure what I expected pregnancy to be, but I wasn’t expecting to be as horny as I am. Day and night, night and day, my hormones are wild and nearly insatiable. Most days I’m begging Cole before he gets out of bed, and by lunch I’m ready again. So then, I have no problem doing as he’s asked.

I hop up onto the bed and spread my legs, keeping my knees apart. I live for these moments. This simple archaic game where he’s in charge and I’m submissive to him. When he’s growling under his breath and calling me his good girl.

My clit throbs just thinking about it.

“Good girl,” he groans, kneeling at the end of the bed. He scoots me closer to the edge and rubs the top of my cotton panties with this thumb.

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