Page 7 of Blind Date with a #MOUNTAINMAN (Love Canyon Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND)

Iris

One year later

“I can’t wait to visit you next week!” Emily cheered into the phone, her excitement contagious.

“I know! I’ve missed you so much.”

“You sure about that? With the big diamond on your finger and your amazing, endless sex life, have you even had time to miss me?” Emily teased and I laughed in return.

“Of course. We’re not having sex every second of every day.”

“Pretty close to it!” Jace said, coming up from behind me and kissing my neck. The small act sent shivers down my spine, just like when we first met. The spark was alive and well. I doubted it would ever fade out.

“See! Alright you two lovebirds, I’ll let you go. Get all that sex stuff out of the way now before I’m there. I don’t want to hear sounds coming from your bedroom.” Emily roared with laughter before she ended the phone call with our usual round of I love yous.

I turned and slid my arms around my handsome fiancée’s neck and pushed myself up on my tip toes to grab a kiss.

He delivered like he always did, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter of his cabin.

Or as he would say, our cabin. Jace said it was all mine now as much as it was his.

He even let me redecorate a few rooms, including upgrading the master suite bathroom and a bigger bed for the two of us to share.

It all happened so quickly. I went back to Vermont with him, not caring about the details. But a couple of weeks later when my vacation time was up, I had to get serious and decide.

Without a hint of hesitation, my decision was made, the answer loud and clear from the beginning. I loved Jace and I wanted to stay with him.

The two of us flew back to Cali together, packed up all my crap, and rented a car that we took turns driving back.

Mimi cried, but more so tears of happiness, and Nan was there to see us off.

My job didn’t take my resignation very well, but I wished them well and tried not to let any guilt get to me.

I had to do what made me happy and that was being with Jace.

The days long road trip back to Vermont tested our patience a few times, both of us weary and exhausted from traveling, but our love prevailed. If anything, it grew stronger.

A few months later, Jace got down on one knee.

Fast forward several months and I now worked with Jace in the family business, we had a wedding date set even though we were sort of considering eloping, and a positive pregnancy test.

That no one knew about yet except me.

Jace ran a hand along my stomach, and I froze in place. Could he read my thoughts, tell by the expression on my face that I was pregnant with his child? I wanted to wait and surprise him with the news, my mind still reeling at the double lines.

A baby.

A baby.

Was it too soon? Did we not have enough time along together yet?

“What’s wrong, Peach?” Jace asked gently. Peach ended up sticking around as a pet nickname and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

“Nothing, why?” I trailed light kisses along his jaw line, his favorite tender spot.

His shoulders visibly shivered, and I loved the reaction he gave, still after all this time, the passion and desire as intense as the day we met. “You’re a little tense. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Probably my time of the month of something.” I brushed it off and kissed his lips softly, hoping to divert his attention to something else. Like bending me over and railing me against this counter right now.

Damn, pregnancy hormones were already taking over.

Ha, who am I kidding. My future husband was hot as hell.

“You sure you want to fool around, then?” Jace asked, his voice full of sincere concern.

“With you, I’m always down.”

He captured my mouth in a mind-bending kiss, and I let myself fall into it, surrendering to his power. Our kisses grew hot and heavy quickly and soon Jace lifted me off the counter, flipped me around, and hiked up my skirt. His fingers yanked at my panties, his impatience growing by the second.

I bent forward, pressing my cheek to the cool tile counter, while lifting onto my toes, and thrusting my ass in the air.

I heard his fly unzip and seconds later, his hard thick cock was lined up at my entrance.

He pushed inside and filled me to the brim.

My pussy ached and yearned for the stretch, the perfect fit of our bodies together.

And then he fucked me hard, until we both fell apart, a heap of tangled limbs on the kitchen floor.

A couple of days later, I told him I was pregnant, wrapping the test stick up from him to open like a gift.

A month later, we eloped to Las Vegas, only Nan, Mimi, and Emily in attendance.

And eight months later, I gave birth to our first child, a son, we named after Jace’s grandfather, Anthony.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed Jace and Iris’s story!