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“I’m going to fuck you, little present,” I promise, my voice deeper and raspier than it’s ever been before.

All because I’m right on the edge. She does this to me. No one else.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I grip her hip with one hand, my fingers digging into her so hard I’m probably leaving bruises behind. The thought of being able to see the evidence of how wild she drives me has me gripping my cock and sliding the crown up and down her glistening slit.

Lake arches her back, and her fingers dig into the sheet below her. “Fill me up. Fill me up,” she repeats the words, a chant begging for our pleasure, for us to become one.

I slam inside my woman to the hilt, my thrust hard enough that she can barely stay up on her knees. I reach forward and grip her shoulder, pulling her back toward me. When she squeezes around my length, stars dance across my vision and my fingers tighten on her body.

I start to move my hips, filling her and then pulling back until only the head of my cock is inside of her. Every time I fill her, I pull her back toward me by the grip I have on her shoulders, fucking her and making her body move to fuck me as well.

Her moans fill the air and I know I won’t be able to last much longer. Not with the way her walls are rippling around me and begging me for every ounce of my cum.

“Need you to coat my cock in your slick,” I grit out through my teeth, barely hanging on. “Then I’ll fill you with my cum.”

“Fuck, Gannon,” her breathless moans make me fuck her harder and faster, “fill me. Need it.”

I grunt and growl as I slam into her. We climb higher, our pleasure mounting and feeding each other. Her thighs start to shake as I fill her, and her walls squeeze around my length. I push inside of her as deep as I can go, and my vision goes white.

My knees go weak, and I grip her as jets of my cum fill her. When her arms give out, I lean over her and kiss right in the middle of her back and then across her shoulders.

“I love you, Lake,” I murmur against her skin.

“Love you,” she murmurs and makes a sound of contentment.

I hope I can get her to make that sound every day for the rest of our lives.

CHAPTER 9

LAKE

I look at the tree which is now in Gannon’s living room—and fully decorated—and smile. Best. Christmas. Ever.

I got my Scrooge to decorate. Granted, we didn’t have a lot to choose from yesterday when we drove down the mountain and scoured Jasper Ridge to find a tree, ornaments, lights, and a wreath for the front door. That doesn’t matter to me at all. We could have a tree with barely any branches, and I would be a happy woman.

Christmas really isn’t about decorations anyway. It’s about who you spend it with. As the man I love snuggles me while we watch the fire dancing in the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa, marshmallows included, in my hand, I don’t have a single thing to complain about.

Yesterday when we went down the mountain, I told him he better not look for any gifts for me. He pouted, but I put my hand on his thigh, his eyes fixed on the road, and squeezed.

“I mean it,” I insisted, “I don’t want stuff. I have a feeling you’re going to spoil me year-round, Gannon. I don’t want to open any gifts tomorrow. Being here with you, being your fiancé, and decorating the house is enough of a gift for me.”

He grumbled, but I knew he accepted my words. It was all true too. I never needed gifts or stuff. I have always been searching for something much more important—love. I never got it from my parents and until I took a chance and left my life in Seattle to travel all the way to Wyoming, the only person I have always been sure about when it comes to love is Nico.

That’s not the case anymore. I know my big, gruff, growly, protective mountain man loves me. I can feel his love wrap around me and give me comfort. It makes me feel stronger than I’ve ever felt before. It makes me feel like I’ve found my place.

I’ve been searching for so long, and I never could have predicted the road which led me here. I guess taking some risks does pay off. I was never brave before, but I think it was fate that I found the ad when I did.

Fate and maybe a little luck. But then I had to have the courage to take a chance.

I’m proud of myself and damn happy it paid off in a big way.

Gannon’s arm squeezes around my shoulder as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, his beard dragging across my skin and making me shiver. This man.

He can turn me on like no one else ever has. I swear I would spend all day in bed with him if I thought I wouldn’t end up sore, dehydrated and sticky. Very, very sticky.

Storm lifts his head when my phone rings and I glance at it to find Nico calling me.

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