Chapter Eight
Luna
After we made love on the couch, Ethan carried me up to his room. I was shocked at the massive king-sized bet set against the wall, facing a wall of windows with the most gorgeous glow of the moonlight reflecting against the pond in his backyard.
“See, my moon, I was looking at you all this time,” he says, walking up behind me and wrapping me in a spare robe he had in his room. He’s swaddled up in another and looks so perfectly at home. He grabs my hand and leads me back out of the room and down the stairs through the sliding doors that open to the back porch. Tucked to the side I see a lit up hot tub and I sigh at the sight, it’s just what I need.
“I turned it on when we walked in the house, I’ll show you how to use the panel in the morning so you can use it whenever you want,” he says. I drop my robe and his gaze turns so heated I nearly combust at the desire in it. He gives me a hand as I climb the few steps into the tub, staring at me every step of the way.
I settle against the jets, letting out a moan of pure pleasure as I relax in the warm water.
“Oh my god, Ethan, I could stay here forever,” I say, opening my eyes just as he’s sitting down next to me. I can tell he’s already half-hard for me and I can’t wait to have him again. It never feels like enough.
“You should,” he replies simply, resting a hand on my thigh. “Move in here, I know you don’t want to go back to the cabin and we spend every day together anyways. Stay.”
“Are you sure? I feel like I’ve completely upended your life and I don’t want to impose.” He squeezes my thigh and I feel an excitement at his touch.
“I’m sure. You’ve upended my life in the most beautiful way and I want you to stay here, forever, Luna. Stay,” he repeats.
“Okay,” I say simply. “I love it here, I love Whiskey Mountain, and I love you. It’s all perfect.”
“It is,” he says, voice deepening as he stares at my tits glistening with the steam of the tub. He pulls me onto his lap and I immediately groan as his hardness hits my clit in just the right way. He lowers his mouth to my chest, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking until I feel like I could come from that alone. I grind down on his length, desperate for some relief.
With one breast still in his mouth, he lifts us. I impale myself on his length and nearly come apart at the rush. “You make me feel so good, Ethan,” I moan as I begin slowly riding him, his mouth still alternating between my breasts. The dual sensations are almost too much and I know I won’t need much more to get there.
“You’re perfect, baby,” he says, moving his mouth to meet mine and sealing his words with a deep kiss that sends me over the edge. He thrusts into me through my orgasm, the force of his strokes, the pleasure of the kisses he’s planting around my throat, the way his beard tickles me, brings me to another climax just as he erupts inside of me. We stay sealed together as he collapses back against the edge of the tub.
I rest my forehead against his chest and he pops a kiss on the crown of my head, telling me again how much he loves my hair. I rise stroking my fingers through his chestnut waves. We lock eyes and smile at each other, and I feel like this is the most perfect moment of my whole life.
***
The next morning, after the best night of sleep I’ve had in nearly a year, I wake up in Ethan’s luxurious bed, wrapped in the soft flannel comforter and resting my head on his chest. I can tell he’s still asleep from the way he’s breathing, but I don’t mind.
I lay there, admiring the view of the mountains I couldn’t see last night, thinking about all the ways we can make this place ours . After a few minutes, I feel him stir underneath me and he immediately pulls me closer, like he wants to make sure I’m here and safe.
“Good morning, my beautiful moon,” he says and I can feel his smile on the top of my head.
“Good morning, my love,” I say, tilting my head so he can see me beam back at him.
We have a slow morning, he makes me pancakes and we head into town to grab coffee from the shop because his espresso maker is still back at my cabin. After our conversation last night, I messaged the owner of my cabin and told her I would be moving out as soon as possible.
I told her briefly about being taken and she completely understood why I needed to get out of there. She said she was hoping to spend the summer out here anyways and we made plans to meet up when she arrives. It would be nice to make some friends out here.
After grabbing our coffees, we head back to the cabin and pack up as quickly as we can. While I loved this place, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Ethan is my home, and I can’t wait to start my life with him.
With one last walk around the property, including back to the wood pile that started this all, I say goodbye to the cabin, ready to head to my new life with my new love.
Thank God I made it to Whiskey Mountain.