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EVEREST—FIVE YEARS LATER

I wake up and my stomach growls for breakfast. The scent of fresh pine mingles with the faint aroma of cinnamon and coffee drifting from the kitchen.

It’s early, but the house is already alive with the soft sounds of our twin boys stirring—Mikey and Ollie, just two years old now, their tiny voices blending with the rustling of sheets and the quiet shuffle of feet on hardwood floors.

I stand in the doorway, watching Sierra move with graceful ease through the rooms, a natural rhythm to her steps as she checks on the boys, smiles, and hums softly under her breath.

This place—our home—is no longer just a dream.

It’s our perfect refuge. And the bed and breakfast is fully booked almost every weekend, a hot spot for weary travelers and a haven for those seeking peace.

And it’s Sierra’s warmth, her spirit, that guests remember most. Things are nearly perfect.

The boys are chasing each other now, their little legs stumbling over each other on the living room rug, laughter spilling from their mouths in joyous bursts.

Mikey’s bright eyes catch mine, and he throws his arms out, a silent invitation for a chase.

I grin and scoop him up, feeling the weight of his small body against mine as Ollie follows closely behind, determined not to be left out.

Sierra catches my gaze across the room, a smile spreading slowly across her face, softening the tired lines that motherhood and hard work have etched gently on her skin.

Her hair is pulled back loosely, a few stray curls framing her glowing face.

She’s more beautiful today than she ever has been.

I can see it in her eyes—that quiet satisfaction and fierce pride.

The woman who once chased a dream through dense pine forests has built something lasting and beautiful.

I walk over and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close so she can feel the steady thump of my heart.

She leans into me, her cheek resting against my chest, and the boys reach up, tugging at my pants and her dress, filling the room with the purest kind of chaos.

It’s imperfect and loud and messy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sierra looks up at me, her voice soft but sure. “We did good, Everest.”

I brush a stray curl from her face and smile, voice thick with emotion. “We did more than good. We built a life. A home. A future.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she squeezes my hand. “Remember when I first got lost in those woods? I never imagined this. That I’d find you, a home, and a family.”

I kiss the top of her head and think back to that moment—the day she stumbled to my doorstep, exhausted and parched, and I knew then that my solitary life was about to change forever.

The boys tumble toward us again, and I lift Mikey into my arms while Ollie clambers onto Sierra’s hip.

We stand there, tangled together, the four of us caught in a moment of pure happiness.

And as I watch Sierra cradle our son, her smile radiant in the morning light, I know I’m the luckiest man alive.

Without a word, she closes the small gap between us.

Her lips meet mine with a fierceness that makes my breath hitch, a kiss full of yearning and promise and all the things we have said out loud a million times or more.

My hands cup her face, fingers threading through the loose strands of hair as I pull her closer.

The world narrows until there’s nothing but the two of us, caught in this perfect, fleeting moment.

When she finally pulls away, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes glisten with tears—happy ones, I think. She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Everest… I have something to tell you.”

My heart jumps, a thousand thoughts rushing at once. “What is it?” I ask, voice low but steady, though inside, I’m spinning.

Just then there’s a knock at the door. My Aunt Caroline is coming to take the boys for the weekend.

Sierra and Aunt Caroline have been talking more than usual lately, and I can’t say that I’m disappointed about it.

They apparently planned a little slumber party for the boys at Aunt Caroline’s and now I have my wife to myself for the night.

That hasn’t happened in years and I fully intend on taking advantage of her in every way possible.

With big hugs and kisses, the boys jump in the car, drive away with my dearest aunt, and vanish into the skyline. Now… back to my wife.

“You said you had to tell me something before we were interrupted?” I ask.

She laughs, her perfect lips stretching across her mouth. Even something as simple as her smile still turns me on after all these years.

Her hand slides to rest on her belly, her touch light but full of meaning. “I’m pregnant,” she says, her smile trembling with disbelief and joy.

For a moment, the world stops spinning. I blink, trying to wrap my mind around it, to hold onto this beautiful truth. Then a grin breaks across my face—wide, genuine, unstoppable. “You’re… really pregnant?” I ask like I’m making sure I heard right.

She nods, tears spilling over as she laughs softly. “Yes. We’re going to have a baby.”

A swell of emotions crashes through me—joy, pride, excitement, and a fierce protectiveness I didn’t know I had room for. I reach out, my hand covering hers on her belly, feeling the promise of new life beneath my palm.

“I’m so happy, Sierra,” I say, my voice thick with feeling. “I hope it’s a girl… so she can be just like her mother—strong, beautiful, and unstoppable.”

She looks up at me, eyes bright and full of love. “And if it’s a boy?” she teases.

“Well,” I grin, “then he’s got a couple brothers who he’s going to have to hold his own against.” I pull her close again, our foreheads touching as I smile.

We share a long, deep kiss—full of all the dreams we have for this new chapter. It’s a kiss that seals promises without words, a promise of love and strength and family.

As we pull apart, I whisper into her hair, “This is just the beginning. Our forever starts now.”

I slip my tongue back into her mouth, exploring, teasing. She moans softly, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I break the kiss, my lips moving down her neck, nipping gently at her earlobe. She gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. I continue my descent, my mouth finding the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. She shivers, her nails digging into my skin.

I move lower, my mouth capturing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She arches against me, a low moan escaping her lips. I tease her other nipple with my hand, rolling it between my fingers.

"Everest," she whispers, her voice filled with need.

I look up at her, a wicked grin on my face. "Tell me what you want, Sierra."

"I want you to make my body tremble,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smile, my hand sliding up her thigh. I find the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up. She lifts her hips, helping me, until the dress is bunched around her waist. I run my fingers along the edge of her panties, teasing her.

"Where, Sierra?" I ask, my voice low.

"Here," she says, her hand covering mine, guiding it to the wet heat between her legs.

I slip my fingers under the fabric, finding her slick folds. She moans, her head falling back against the couch. I begin to move my fingers, rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions.

"Do you like that, Sierra?" I ask, my voice a low rumble.

"Yes," she gasps, her hips moving with my fingers.

“Tell me how much.” I say.

“So much that I want another finger… inside.” She says as her eyes close.

I happily oblige, sticking two fingers deep inside of her warm, tight pussy.

I suck gently on her nipple, my fingers continuing their rhythm. She moans, her body trembling on the edge of release.

“Sierra,” I say, “You know I like it when you’re pregnant. You know it turns me on to see my seed swell your body. Your soft, supple breasts growing. Expanding.”

“Yes. Yes. Deeper. Harder” She commands.

She whimpers, her body aching for release. I slip a third finger inside her, curling them against her g-spot. She cries out, her body convulsing around my finger. And just as I curl into her I gently move my tongue along her slick folds. Just barely grazing her clit, teasing her, torturing her.

"You taste amazing, Sierra," I murmur, my fingers moving in and out of her.

My thumb finds her clit. I begin to move my fingers, my thumb rubbing her clit in time. She moans, her body seizing around my fingers.

"Everest," she gasps, her body begging to release.

“Cum for me, Sierra," I whisper, my fingers moving faster.

She cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. I hold her close as she rides out her orgasm, my fingers still moving slowly inside her.

“I needed that,” she whispers, her body still trembling.

I smile, my fingers slipping out of her. "There's more where that came from," I say, my voice filled with intention.

I move up her body, my mouth capturing hers in a wet kiss. I pull away and look down at her.

“Sierra, you’ve made my life perfect.” I say.

“Everest,” she replies, “ our life is perfect.”

Everest adores Sierra and he wants Aunt Caroline to love her, too. Before marriage and kids, they take a road trip to meet her, but on the way there, their passions take over and and they have to take a slight detour. Get your STEAMY bonus scene HERE !