Page 63 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

The cabin

Helix

“This place is beautiful,” Nicolette says breathily, her eyes rising up the peaked windows of the great room and all the way to the timber ceiling thirty feet above. The back wall juts out in a V-shape and allows a view of the mountains beyond a thick forest.

“Okay, I’ll buy it for us.”

Her head snaps down so quickly she stumbles, but she catches herself before she can land on her perfect ass.

“You can’t buy this cabin,” she insists, looking at me like I just grew a penis out of my forehead.

“Why not? You said you liked it.”

She puffs out an exasperated breath. “You can’t just buy things because I say I like them.”

I walk toward her and rest my hands on her hips. “I can and I will.”

Nicolette eyes me skeptically and cocks her head to one side. “Okay, I like Italy.”

Pulling out my phone, I say, “Let me make a couple calls. But I’m having that tower straightened. There’s no need for it to be leaning like that.”

She bursts into laughter and swats my chest. “You’re being ridiculous.” Then she grabs my hand and begins dragging me to the left side of the cabin. “Let’s go explore.”

We find a well-stocked kitchen and a dining room with a large table that looks roughhewn but is smooth as silk to the touch. There’s also a half bath and two sets of stairs, one leading up and one down. On the other side of the main level, there’s a nice sized bedroom with an attached bath.

We head downstairs to find a game room with a pool table and full-sized video games and another bed/bath combo.

The top level consists of a loft living area that overlooks the great room below with a second kitchen off to the right.

Heading left, we find two double doors that open into the master suite.

The space manages to look cozy despite its size, with a wood-burning fireplace, complete with a furry brown rug.

French doors open onto a private balcony that looks like the perfect spot to have our morning coffee.

The bed is four-poster and large enough to fit a lot more than two people, and I get a vision of Nicolette and I sleeping in that bed and being woken up by our five children. Yeah, I said five. I plan to fill her up every chance she’ll give me.

Our first evening together in Aspen was sublime. When we cooked dinner together in the beautiful kitchen, it felt like we were an old married couple, but at the same time, it was like a fresh and new relationship. Comfort and excitement… could I ask for anything more?

As I sit on the smooth whiskey-colored couch with Nicolette’s head in my lap, my eyes go up and to the left, visualizing the engagement ring I brought with me.

I’m not sure if it’s too soon after our fight and subsequent breakup to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me, but I’m dying to pop the question. I’m dying to officially make her mine.

I definitely want to do it on this trip, despite my reservations about the timing, but when exactly should I do it?

I’d pictured something like this… relaxing, having a couple brandies, a fire in the fireplace.

The setting is romantic for sure, but do I want to do it on the first night?

What if she says no and the rest of the trip is awkward?

Then again, what if she says yes?

I look down at her when she takes a drink from the brandy snifter and sets it aside. She’s wearing fitted jeans and a sage-green Henley beneath my unbuttoned flannel shirt. I think I love her in my clothes more than anything else she’s ever worn.

As I comb my fingers through her dark hair, Nicolette’s eyes rise up to mine, and I see the mischievous glint there a second before she rolls over onto her stomach. Her nose nuzzles against my crotch as she asks, “May I please suck your big dick?”

Fuck me .

“Please do,” I answer, my voice little more than a grunt because the blood supply to my brain heads south, leaving my verbal skills somewhere near caveman levels. “Clothes off.”

Nicolette stands and begins stripping as I do the same, pulling off my white T-shirt before quickly shucking my jeans. I take her in as she removes piece by piece, revealing her luscious body to my lustful gaze.

When she’s completely naked, she drops to her knees and pulls my thighs wide with her hands. I scoot my ass forward to give her better access to my bobbing cock. The cool leather I’m sitting on contrasts with the heat of her mouth when she takes me inside.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, gathering her hair in one hand to use as a makeshift handle for me to fuck her mouth. This is the first sexual contact we’ve had in weeks, and I’m already primed to come.

The fire crackles behind her, the orange glow flickering on the creamy skin of her back and ass.

“Do you know how beautiful you look with your mouth stuffed full of my cock? Damn, baby. Fucking this tight little throat makes me want to blow my load so deep in you, you’ll taste me for a week.”

Nicolette hums around me and the vibration has me lifting my hips from the couch as I hold her down on my cock.

“That’s it. Take it deep. You’re such a good girl.” I lose control, yanking her hair as I use her sexy mouth to get off. My strokes are long and smooth, feeling Nicolette’s tight lips sliding from tip to root and back again.

“Goddammit, how the fuck are you taking me so well? You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?

You’re getting my cock so nice and wet so I can spread your pretty legs and slam right in.

” I pant out a few harsh breaths as I try to hold on for just a few more seconds.

“Touch that pretty pussy. Soak your fingers and then give me a taste.”

I tilt my head against the back of the couch but keep my gaze downcast on the woman between my spread thighs.

She clutches my thigh with one hand, but the other disappears between her legs.

I watch her arm move as she pleasures herself at my direction, and it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“Two fingers inside, baby. I want to taste the deepest part of you.” Thirty seconds later, her fingers reappear, her watery green eyes watching me as she holds her hand up.

I waste no time, taking her dripping digits into my mouth and sliding my tongue around them.

She tastes like the most beautiful heaven I could imagine, and that’s what finally pushes me over the edge.

I’m barely able to moan out a warning before I spill myself onto the back of her tongue. Nicolette swallows around me, drinking down every drop of my release as my body shudders violently. My breathing is so fast and labored, I can’t even utter a single syllable, only grunts of pure ecstasy.

My body is a giant limp noodle of happiness as I sag onto the leather with a goofy smile on my face. Nicolette rises, and I see the tight pout of her nipples and the slickness coating her thighs. I’m going to fucking eat her up… if I can ever regain muscle control after that monster orgasm.

“Sit on my lap and let me suck your tits while I try to remember how to walk,” I command, earning me a giggle. She complies, straddling my thighs and jutting her breasts into my face.

Nicolette has the perfect tits, in my opinion.

They are soft with the rosiest nipples that pebble as I stroke them with my tongue.

I fill my mouth with one and feel her drip onto my balls.

With my tongue and lips, I draw her deeper, using my teeth to scrape against the sensitive tip before moving to the other.

She writhes against me, and I feel my cock take notice.

He’s not quite ready for action yet, but he will be soon.

Releasing her from my mouth, I swivel my body and lay on the couch. “Come ride my face, pretty girl. I need to tongue fuck you.”

“Helix,” she squeals when I grab her ass with both hands and drag her up my body. “I’ll smother you.”

With a wicked grin, I ask, “Are you forgetting I’m a swimmer? I’ve got a lung capacity that will blow your damn mind. Now straddle my fucking face and put that perfect cunt in my mouth.”

She spreads her legs over my face, though I notice she’s still trying to hover. Pulling her firmly onto me, I proceed to make her forget her own name.

“Jesus,” she gasps after the second orgasm, grasping the arm of the couch with both hands. “Consider my mind blown.”

The sweet taste of her climaxes on my tongue has reinvigorated my cock and my legs, and I scoop Nicolette into my arms and stand, walking us to the soft rug in front of the gently crackling fire. Then I lay her down and cover her body with my own.

I want to slow things down and take my time with her, make her feel how special she is to me. Reaching between us, I give my dick a couple long pulls before nestling the head between her lower lips. She’s so wet, I slide in easily until our pelvises are kissing.

“Put your arms above your head, Nicolette,” I demand gently. When she does, I link my fingers with hers and begin to move. Her body fits mine like a glove, and I take her lips in a deep, longing kiss. We move together, our bodies innately knowing what to do.

“I love you,” she utters into my mouth, and I feel a surge of emotions so strong, it makes my heart ache.

I pull back and stare into the emerald gems of her eyes. “I love you too. With all that I am.”

We make love on that rug, fingers squeezing and bodies slick with perspiration. I feel so fucking lucky that this woman loves me, that she lets me love her back. My hips roll and thrust as she meets me move for move until we’re right on the edge of something unfathomable.

“Fall with me, queenie,” I beg, as her legs bind around my middle.

And she does.