Page 24 of The Mountain Man's Paradise
I look around the nursery, then down at the woman who turned my life into something bigger than I knew how to ask for.
“As many as you want,” I tell her.
“That’s a dangerous answer.”
“Still my answer.”
She laughs softly and covers my hands with hers.
“Then I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.”
8
EPILOGUE – ROSALYN
10 YEARS LATER
The bedroom is just starting to brighten when I wake, Barrett’s chest solid against my back and his arm protectively wrapped around my waist.
“What time is it?” His voice is rough with sleep, lips moving against the back of my neck.
I yawn as I peer at the alarm clock. “Just after six. Kids won’t be up for another half hour.”
His arm tightens. “Good.”
His hand slides unhurriedly from my waist to my hip, and heat moves through me the way it always does with him. Ten years and it hasn’t dulled by a single degree. He rolls me onto my back and I submit willingly. His mouth finds my throat while his hand drags the hem of my shirt up. I reach for him, fingers wrapping around his thick cock, and he makes a low sound against my skin that wakes me up the rest of the way.
He gets his mouth on my tits, and I arch into the raw heat of it. His hand slides between my thighs and he groans at what he finds there.
“Already so wet for me,” he rasps.
“Ten years and you’re still surprised?”
He doesn’t answer that. He pushes two fingers into my pussy and I bite down on my lip to keep quiet, one hand gripping his shoulder while he works me, slow and thorough, until I’m rocking against his hand and breathing hard into the quiet morning. When I’m close enough that my thighs are shaking he pulls his fingers free, and I make a sound of protest that he swallows with his mouth on mine.
He settles between my thighs and pushes inside me, burying himself fully. I moan from the exquisite pleasure of my husband being so deep inside me and his massive body fitting perfectly against my curves. There are lot of different versions of paradise in the world, and mine is Barrett. It’s been him since the first day we met, and it’ll be him for the rest of my life.
He fucks me slow and deep, every thrust pulling another broken sound from me until I can hardly breathe. I come on his cock with my face pressed against his jaw, his name half-swallowed, fingers digging into his back. He follows right behind me, hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep and groans into my hair, and I feel him come inside me with a full-body shudder that I’ll never get tired of. We stay tangled together while our breathing levels out and the house remains, miraculously, still quiet.
He lifts his head and looks at me. His hair is a disaster. There’s a pillow crease along his jaw. He’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you, too.” He kisses me slowly, then glances toward the door. “Clock’s running.”
I laugh. “Romantic.”
We’re barely dressed when the door bangs open and Daisy appears in the frame, six years old and vibrating with the energy of a child who has been impatiently waiting to exist loudly. Her hair is a spectacular disaster around her face and she’s wearing only one sock.
“Eli said I can’t have the window seat at breakfast because he called it last night,” she complains.
“That counts,” Barrett says, reaching past me for his flannel shirt.
Daisy’s face falls with devastation. “Dad.”
“Rules are rules.”
Daisy pivots to me. “Mom!”
