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“Okay,” is the only word my brain allows to conjure despite the ache that courses through me.

“Good boy.” Arden sucks in a huge lungful from the back of my neck, and a groan fills his chest.

The room grows quiet with only the echoes of the storm above us and the rhythmic tune of our breathing.

Yet as my body finally relaxes and I settle deeper against Arden, my brain catches a word I never thought I’d utter.

Daddy…

The world is still dark as movement behind me draws me from the deepest sleep of my life. I hadn’t even dreamt. One moment my entire life was whittled down to a single word floating through my mind, and the next smooth, warm sheets brush over my frame as Arden climbs from the bed with a groan.

The mattress is like a cloud beneath me, and I burrow in deeper, letting out a content sigh.

“Come on, sleepyhead. It’s breakfast time,” Arden chuckles. Shuffling in the darkness, I watch his silhouette move seamlessly around in the dark as he dresses for the day. Maybe it’s years of practice helping him dress in near pitch-black darkness. Or somehow the mountain man has built in night vision.

Either way, I don’t make a move to climb out from the nest that smells like him. It’s everywhere. Pinecone and forest musk. I suck in a deep breath, feeling my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Can’t I have breakfast in bed?” I speak around the blankets curled over my face.

Arden’s huge form looms over me, and flashbacks of last night explode in my mind. The way he stripped me, his eyes roaming my body, and how his hand held my dick the entire night, even when it went soft.

“Come have breakfast with me by the fire.” He holds something out for me, but it’s too dark to make out what.

The mention of the fire has me perking up. It’s freezing in his room, and I wouldn’t mind warming up with a cup of coffee next to the hearth.

“Arms up, sweet thing,” Arden instructs gently.

I follow, lifting my hands above my head, feeling the cool air bite at my sensitive nipples. Usually they wouldn’t be this tingly, but with the temperature of the room and the way Arden’s smell surrounds me, every nerve under my skin is like a live wire.

Sliding the fabric around my wrists, Arden helps me slip into a long-sleeve shirt. It swamps me just like all his clothing does, but I don’t complain. It’s nice to feel myself fall into his oversized clothes. Even though they aren’t particularly oversized on him.

Arden is quick to the door, opening it wide and disappearing into the darkness beyond. I sit in bed, baffled by how such a large man can seamlessly wander the pitch-black halls of the cabin.

Yet after a few moments of silence and the ever-present growl of the storm, gentle flickers of orange firelight illuminate the hallway.

Sounds of mugs clinking and the stove being turned on echo towards me, and I find myself hurriedly following my growling stomach into the kitchen.

If this is the last week of my freedom, then I’m going to enjoy as much doting and caring as I can get. Maybe when I’m thirty or forty I can look back at this week like a fond memory. A way to escape my reality for only a minute. If Arden is willing to give me this grace, then I’ll take it.

Arden puts together two mugs of coffee as I sit on the couch, warming myself by the fire. The sun still hasn’t yet woken up as Arden passes me a steaming mug and I take a sip, relishing the bitter tang that slides down my throat. “Have you ever fixed a snowmobile before?” Arden asks around his mug.

My lips quirk as I shake my head. “What do you think, mountain man?”

CHAPTER 9

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Beyond my cozy spot on the sofa, with my eyes watching the dancing flames, Arden bustles in the kitchen behind me.

The sizzle of bacon on the pan and the pops of eggs as they fry draw me from my peaceful spot.

Arden’s gaze flickers to me as I reach the counter, watching the way he flips the ingredients with practiced ease. He’s a complete natural at everything. Maybe he could even pass the Bar exam, too.

“You’re drooling, hiker.” Arden grins, shaking his head as he pulls out two plates from the cupboard and begins dishing up an unhealthy amount of pork onto both our plates.

I scrunch my nose up at him. “I’m hungry, not starving.”

Chuckling lightly, Arden moves a few pieces from my plate to his. “Eggs sunny side up?”