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The Perfect Welcome

Song : Worst Way - Riley Green

When we reached the baggage area, two older women were standing by the counter, chatting animatedly about something that sounded suspiciously like a grandchild’s soccer game. I glanced around for my pink luggage, and sure enough, there it was—sitting by the counter, looking a little lonely.

“There it is,” I said, pointing at it. Jon’s eyes followed mine.

“Your pink suitcase is hard to miss.”

“I like what I like,” I said with a playful shrug, and he laughed, the sound light and carefree.

We quickly grabbed my bag, and I couldn't help but notice the way his hand brushed against mine as he helped me lift it. It felt easy, natural—like we’d been doing this forever.

“You’re a pro at this,” I teased, feeling my cheeks warm under his gaze.

“You’d be surprised,” Jon replied, flashing me that smile that made my heart skip a beat. We made our way to the parking lot, where the cold Idaho air hit us like a wave.

Nacho, my ever-excitable dog, immediately darted for the snow-covered bushes, clearly needing to do his business— Again, this time it wasn’t number 1, Jon immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag.

“ I figured this would happen, so I came prepared “Did the military train this man or god himself, I thought to myself.

“Isn’t this place beautiful?” I said aloud, my eyes scanning the snowy landscape.

The soft, powdery white snow blanketing everything gave the town a kind of serene, untouched charm that was hard to describe .

Jon looked at me, a knowing glint in his eye.

“You’re reading my mind, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “I think you’re reading mine.”

He chuckled and slipped his arm around my waist as we walked to the car, the soft crunch of snow beneath our boots the only sound for a few moments.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jon asked, pulling the car keys from his pocket.

It was a rental since his truck was left in North Carolina, but he said he wanted to go get it in a month or so.

I didn’t know if he already planned that I would be here that long or not but I just said “ok”.

Of course, I did. Food was my love language.

I could cook it, eat it, and enjoy every moment of it.

"Yes," I said without hesitation, already imagining the flavors of whatever delicious thing we’d end up eating. Jon raised an eyebrow.

“Well, Blake’s on his lunch break downtown. He was talking about the best Chinese food in town. Want to try it?”

“Best Chinese?” I practically lit up at the mention.

“You’re speaking my language, Jon.”

He laughed, and as we climbed into the car, I couldn’t help but feel excited. Not just for the food, but because it felt like I was starting to understand this place—and him. The idea of meeting Blake, Jon’s friend from his Navy days, only made me more curious about the world Jon came from.

We drove downtown Idaho Falls, the streets lined with quaint shops, a true hallmark town and everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The buildings here had a charm that was impossible to miss—small town, big heart.

When we parked near the restaurant, nacho was in the backseat comfortably asleep, he would be fine in the car until we were done eating and I’d bring him back a doggy bag anyway.

I could already tell it was going to be one of those places that just had that “special” vibe.

The kind where the food was just as good as the atmosphere.

As we walked in, the rich smells of ginger and garlic hit me immediately.

Blake was already seated at a corner booth, looking every bit the Navy guy Jon had described.

Standing about six feet tall, with fiery red hair that practically matched the boldness of his personality, Blake had a scruffy, lumberjack-like charm that made him look like he’d just walked out of a winter catalog.

“Blake!” Jon called out, and Blake stood up, giving him a hearty handshake .

"Good to meet you!" I said, offering my hand.

Blake gave me a warm smile, and his handshake was firm, just like Jon's.

“Heard a lot about you,” he said, his voice deep and friendly. “Good to finally put a face to the name.”

The restaurant had a cozy vibe, with warm wooden tables and lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

It wasn’t fancy, but the atmosphere felt welcoming, like a place where everyone knew each other.

As we dug into our meals—steaming bowls of lo mein, crispy spring rolls, and everything else you could imagine—I couldn’t help but notice how easy it was to fall into conversation with both of them.

Blake had that easygoing charm about him that made it feel like we’d been friends for years, and before I knew it, we were all laughing like old pals.

Jon and I kept glancing at each other across the table, a quiet moment of connection passing between us every now and then.

I couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in my chest every time our eyes met.

There was something about him, something magnetic, that made everything else fade into the background.

After lunch, we decided to take a walk around downtown Idaho Falls.

The snow had begun to fall again, and it made everything look even more magical—like something out of a holiday postcard.

The river, which was partially frozen, flowed quietly beneath a bridge, its icy surface glistening in the afternoon light.

“This place is incredible,” I said, turning to Jon. “I can’t believe how beautiful it is.”

Jon smiled, his hand slipping into mine as we walked along the path, nacho walking along in his little snowsuit I bought off Amazon like he owned the place.

“It grows on you, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t think it’s just the place,” I said, squeezing his hand.

“It’s the people, being with you makes everything seem more special.”

He stopped for a moment and turned to face me, his eyes soft and warm.

“You’re making me feel like I’m the one showing you something amazing.”

We continued our walk, and eventually, Jon drove us to his house.

As we approached, I could already tell it was going to be one of those places that felt cozy and welcoming.

The house had a big front yard with snow covering everything in sight, and I was immediately struck by how much it felt like a home.

Jon unlocked the front door and led me inside.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, grinning like he was showing off something extravagant.

But it wasn’t extravagant—it was simple, comfortable, and warm. Everything about it screamed “home,” and it made me feel like I could settle in here easily.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” I said, stepping into the living room.

“You’ve got a great space.”

“Thanks,” Jon said, his eyes lighting up.

“I’ve put a lot of work into it. Come on, I’ll show you the basement.”

The basement was what Jon referred to as his “lair,” and as soon as we descended the stairs, I could see why.

It was decorated with vintage records, an impressive collection of movies, and even a few old-school arcade games.

It was clear this was Jon’s sanctuary, a place where he could unwind and just be himself.

I set my suitcase down, and Jon reached over to help me with Nacho, who had been napping in the car so the little fella was a tad groggy.

“How about we get you settled in, and then maybe… a shower?” Jon suggested, his eyes mischievous.

I laughed, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

“I’d love a shower.” As we stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, and a little excited. But more than anything, I felt at home. With Jon.

The bathroom was immaculately clean and in it stood a large walk-in shower with stained glass at the top where all his carefully placed shampoo, conditioner and soap bottles stood, wait, did this man buy MY brand of shampoo and conditioner too?

Of course, he did … and with Nacho comfortably asleep in the bed, I seized the moment and got completely naked, jumped in the steaming shower and pulled him in, I couldn’t wait any longer …

I needed HIM. The man’s cock was immaculate, at least a solid ten inches and it was fucking solid as a rock I couldn’t keep my mouth off of it.

I had him so hard he pulled me up and said “Let’s take this to a flatter surface” I agreed, immediately hopped out, grabbed a towel and went straight to his bed.

The way he touched me, he made love to me, eating my pussy in the most savage yet delicate way I’ve ever had, his hard cock throbbing inside me, in and out until we both climaxed as if our life depended on it. This man’s sex game was of the gods.

After the vicious sexual attack on my part, we spent the evening unwinding, the warmth of the house wrapping around us as we laughed, talked, and simply enjoyed being together.

The day had been perfect, and as we settled into the cozy living room, Nacho curled up at our feet, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something special and one thing for sure— Jon wasn’t a serial killer .