Page 79 of Grumpy on the Mountain

I start the water, adjusting the temperature to a stinging heat while Molly leans against the wall, still flushed and gorgeous from being thoroughly fucked on my kitchen counter.

When I turn back to her, she's watching me with an expression that makes my chest tight.

"What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

"Nothing," she says softly. "Just... I can't believe this is real. That I'm here. That you want me here."

"Want you?" I cross to her, cupping her face in my hands. "Molly, I don't just want you. I need you. Like I need breathing."

Her smile is stunning. "Good. Because if Jamie has his way, I'm not going anywhere."

I grunt, my jaw tightening.

"Jamie can keep his hands and his suggestions to himself. The only person who gets a say in where you go is you." My fingers flex possessively against her skin. "And maybe me. A little."

Under the hot spray, I worship every inch of her skin with soap.

Starting with her hair, working the shampoo through those honey-blonde strands until they're slick and perfect. Then her shoulders, her arms, the curve of her waist.

"So about your new job," I say, my hands sliding over her bare ribs. "I might be protective over you, but Jamie's a good man. You'll like working with the team."

"I'm excited," she admits, leaning into my touch. "It feels like something I could actually be good at."

"You'll be incredible." I mean every word. "But what about living arrangements? If you're staying, you should probably start looking at places for you—"

"No." The word comes out sharp, surprising us both as steam swirls all around us. Molly turns in my arms, pressing her palms against my chest. "I don't want to house hunt, Beau. I want to stay here. In this amazing cabin. With my amazing man."

I swallow hard. "Y-you want to stay here? With me?"

"If you'll have me." There's vulnerability in her voice that makes something crack open in my chest. "I know it's fast, and maybe I'm being presumptuous, but this place... it feels like home.Youfeel like home."

I stare down at her, water streaming over both of us, and wonder how the hell I got so lucky. Two weeks ago, I was a broken mess, ready to give up on everything.

Now I have this incredible woman telling me she wants to build a life in the space I created with my own hands.

"Of course I'll have you," I say roughly. "Christ, Molly. I'd give you anything. Everything."

She goes up on her toes to kiss me, soft and sweet, and I melt into her touch. When we break apart, I notice something glistening on her thigh—evidence of what we just did in the kitchen.

An idea hits me, dark and filthy and perfect.

"Spread your legs," I murmur against her ear, pebbling more kisses down her neck. "Time to clean you up properly."

"Beau—"

"Trust me."

She does, bracing herself against the shower wall. I drop to my knees in front of her, and the sight that greets me makes my mouth water.

Her pussy is swollen and pink from being thoroughly fucked, her clit still throbbing with aftershocks. My cum is slowlydripping from her, thick white ribbons sliding down her inner thighs, mixing with her own arousal in the most erotic display I've ever seen.

"Look at you," I growl, mesmerized. "Look how perfectly you're marked. How full of me you are."

I slide two fingers deep inside her, feeling how slick and stretched she is, gathering the evidence of our earlier release. She whimpers at the intrusion, still sensitive, and I can feel more of my seed coating my fingers as I slowly withdraw them.

"Open," I command, bringing my cum-slicked fingers to her lips.

Her eyes lock with mine as she parts her lips, taking my fingers into her mouth without hesitation. The sight of her tongue swirling around my digits, tasting our combined essence, makes my cock twitch back to life.