"Fuck, Lena. You feel incredible."
She smiles a slow, wicked curve of her lips and does it again. "So do you."
We find our rhythm quickly, her rising and falling as I thrust up to meet her. The familiar choreography of our bodies coming together, but deeper, more intense. I'm not going to last, not with how long I've waited for this, how good she feels.
"I'm close," I warn her, my hands tightening on her hips.
Instead of speeding up, she lifts off me entirely. Before I can protest, her hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking firmly.
"Come for me," she says, her eyes locked with mine. "I want to see you. I want you all over me."
The words trigger something primal. I buck into her hand, my release building at the base of my spine.
"I'm going to—"my own roar cuts me off as I come harder than I can ever remember, painting her stomach and breasts with long stripes of white.
She continues stroking me, drawing out every last pulse until I'm completely spent. When I can focus again, I look up to see her watching me with awe and satisfaction.
"Christ, Lena," I breathe. "You're incredible."
She smiles, a slight flush highlighting her cheekbones. "So are you."
I reach for her, pulling her down to lie beside me on the rug. We're both sticky and sweaty, but I can't bear to be separated from her yet. I trace lazy patterns on her skin, unable to stop touching her.
In the distance, I can hear Gordie scratching at the bedroom door, probably wondering why he's been banished while we're clearly having fun without him. I pause my hand where it’s stroking Lena’s back. “Okay, if we relocate to the bed?”
She nods against my chest. “I think I can make it. In a minute.”
With a groan and tremendous effort, I stand, then I bend and scoop her up, carrying her down the hall, mess and all, to deposit her in our bed. Gordie joins us and immediately passes out near my feet, snoring. “Very romantic,” I whisper to Lena.
"I don't want to be anywhere but here," she says quietly, her head resting on my chest.
I tighten my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Then stay. Forever."
She looks up at me, her eyes soft with emotion. She smiles and kisses me with a nod.
CHAPTER 36
LENA
FIVE WEEKS LATER
"Here we are,"Alder says, the car tires crunching on gravel as we pull up to the Stag family ski house.
My breath catches at the sight of it. "Cabin" was the word Alder used, but this is no cabin. The structure rises from the mountainside with multi-story windows reflecting the late summer sunset, a sprawling edifice of wood and stone that commands the hillside.
"This is stunning," I whisper, watching Gordie's nose press against the car window, his tail wagging furiously.
Alder parks and claps his hands. "Wait until you see inside," he says, squeezing my hand before getting out to retrieve our bags.
I follow him up the stone path, Gordie racing ahead to sniff every bush and tree. When Alder pushes open the massive wooden door, I enter a great room with vaulted ceilings that soar two stories high. A wall of windows provides a breathtaking view of the mountain. A stone fireplace dominates one wall, with a comfortable-looking leather sectional arranged around it. The space flows into an impressive kitchen with a granite island and an enormous wooden table that could easily seat twenty people.
"This is where you vacation?" I ask, trying not to gape.
Alder grins, setting down our bags. "Dad and his brothers all bought it when my Uncle Tim turned 40.” He moves toward a wall panel, pressing buttons illuminating the space and starting a fire in the fireplace with a gentle whoosh.
"Nice touch," I say, admiring the flames.
Gordie has already claimed a spot on the rug before the fire, circling three times before flopping down with a contented sigh.
