Page 27 of The Silent Mountain Man

We kiss.

Hungrily, passionately, desperately.

I can't even say that I've waited for this moment because I didn't ever conceive that it would come to be. I thought my Eddie was gone forever and that I was destined to be alone for the rest of my days. Because the only thing I knew for certain was that no one—no one—could even come close to matching what he did to me, how he made me feel, all those years ago.

Eddie and I spend the rest of the day having filthy sex. We only take a break long enough to move onto the sheepskin rug and for me to get the fire going again.

"I can't believe this is real," I murmur as I'm buried to the hilt inside Eddie's tight channel.

"Me, either. Fuck. I hope it's not a dream."

I thrust into him, and he bucks off the rug.

"Yep. Okay. Definitely not a dream," he rasps.

"I love you so much, Eddie. I missed you. Every single day."

"I missed you every day, too."

We both sigh at the same time. I stop pumping, but stay inside him. Gently, I reposition myself so that my body covers his, mindful of not putting all my weight on him.

We're flush together.

I can feel his heart beating.

The rise and fall of his chest against mine.

I love this man.

My Eddie.

And I'm going to spend every day, for as many days as I'm blessed to have on this earth, telling him, showing him, how special he is and how much he means to me.

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Eddie

We pass out at some point after our fourth, maybe fifth round of sex. I lost count, lost track of time, lost sense of anything that wasn't Harrick or me.

I stir, letting out a yawn as I look up. The fire's still going, but it's dark out. Harrick's lying behind me, just like he was this morning when I woke up in his bed.

It's been a wild day and a half, that's for sure.

Did I mean what I told him? That I want to move up here and start a life with him. You bet I did. I've never wanted anything more.

We had our future stolen from us once before, and I'm not going to let that happen again. Whatever it takes, I'm going to do it if it means being with the man I'm meant to be with.

My soulmate.

Like he said so beautifully himself, Harrick loves me for who I am. He sees past all the surface-level stuff, and even though I don't know who I am, he loves me anyway.

I feel the same way about him, whether he stays the strong silent man he's become, or if he revives some of his personality traits from his past. I'll love him no matter what.

"I canfeelyou thinking," Harrick murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"That's not me thinking you're feeling. It's probably your cum from when you blew on my ass before."

He lets out a raspy chuckle, and I turn around so I'm facing him. "I love you, Tarzan."

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