9. Sunny
NINE
SUNNY
I wake up in the warmest, most perfect cocoon of Harlan's arms, my body still humming with the most delicious kind of exhaustion from earlier.
The afternoon light filters softly through the cabin windows, painting everything in golden hues that make the wooden walls glow.
His big, rugged body is pressed against my back, one heavy arm draped possessively over my waist, his callused hand resting just below my breasts like he needs to keep me close even in sleep.
I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat radiating from him, and that faint scent of pine, leather, and pure man that makes my heart do silly little flips every single time.
I shift just a tiny bit and feel him stir behind me.
His cock, already half hard, presses against the curve of my bottom, thick and warm.
A little thrill runs through me. This grumpy, protective cowboy wants me again.
And oh my stars, I want him too. The chemistry between us is like a live wire, crackling and sparking every time we touch.
Harlan's hand tightens on my hip, pulling me back against him as he nuzzles into my neck. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. "You awake, sunshine?" he rumbles, voice low and gravelly from sleep, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
"Mmm, yes Daddy," I whisper, the word slipping out so naturally it feels like it was always meant to be said to him. I’ve never had this before. Never had a man who made me feel so completely safe, so taken care of, like he’d move mountains just to keep the bad things away.
Derek was the opposite. Controlling and mean.
But Harlan? He’s my Daddy. Strong and steady and protective in all the ways I didn’t even know I needed.
He groans at the word, his hips rolling forward to grind his now fully hard cock against me. "Fuck, I love hearing you call me that. My sweet girl. Daddy's gonna take care of you again. Make you feel so good."
I turn in his arms to face him, our noses brushing.
His eyes are dark with that intense, hungry need that makes my insides melt.
I reach up and trace his strong jaw with my fingers, feeling the rough stubble there.
"I love calling you Daddy. You make me feel safe.
Like I can finally breathe. Like I never have to run again. "
He kisses me then, slow and deep at first, his mouth claiming mine with that rugged possessiveness that sets every nerve ending on fire.
His tongue slides against mine, tasting me like I’m his favorite flavor.
I moan into the kiss, my hands sliding over his broad chest, feeling the hard muscles flex under my palms. He smells so good, like us and sex and mountain air, and the heat of his skin against mine makes me ache between my legs already.
Harlan pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens into a hard peak.
"These pretty tits are mine. So soft and full.
Look how they fit perfectly in Daddy's hand.
" He squeezes gently, then leans down to take my nipple into his hot mouth, sucking with just the right pressure while his tongue swirls around it.
I arch into him with a gasp, my fingers threading through his thick hair. The wet heat of his mouth sends sparks straight to my core. "Yes, Daddy... that feels so amazing."
He takes his time, lavishing attention on both breasts until I’m squirming and panting, my thighs pressing together for friction.
His free hand slides down my stomach, rough fingertips tracing patterns on my skin before dipping between my legs.
I’m already wet for him, slick and ready.
He groans against my breast when his fingers find my folds.
"Soaking for Daddy already. Such a good, needy girl.
This sweet little pussy knows who it belongs to.
" He slides two thick fingers inside me slowly, stretching me, curling them to stroke that perfect spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
His thumb circles my clit with firm, steady pressure while his mouth keeps working my nipples.
The sensations are overwhelming in the best way.
The slick sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me fill the cabin, mixing with my breathy moans and his low growls.
I can smell the musk of our earlier lovemaking still lingering in the air, and it only makes me hotter.
Harlan is so big and strong above me, his body radiating heat, his muscles shifting as he pleasures me.
"Daddy, please," I whimper, rocking my hips against his hand. "I need more. I need you."
He lifts his head, eyes blazing with that protective fire. "Not yet, sunshine. Daddy wants to feel you come on his fingers first. Let me hear those pretty sounds. Come for me like a good girl."
His words push me right over the edge. I cry out, my walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me in waves. He keeps stroking me through it, murmuring praises against my neck. "That’s it. So beautiful. My sunshine coming so sweetly for Daddy."
I’m still trembling when he pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips. I suck them clean without hesitation, tasting myself on his skin. His eyes darken even more. "Good girl. Now Daddy’s going to fuck you nice and deep."
He rolls me onto my back and settles between my thighs, his thick cock nudging at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The head of him is hot and blunt, pressing against my slick center. He rubs it up and down, teasing my clit until I’m whimpering again.
"Look at me, Sunny," he commands, voice rough. I meet his intense gaze. "Gonna fill this tight pussy now. Gonna stretch you so good you feel me for days. You ready for Daddy's cock?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please. I need it," I beg, my voice breathy and full of want.
He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, groaning as my walls grip him. The stretch is incredible, a perfect burn that turns into pure pleasure as he bottoms out. I feel so full, so claimed. His hips press flush against mine, his heavy balls resting against me.
"Fuck, you feel like heaven," he growls, staying still for a moment so I can adjust. "So tight and wet and perfect. This pussy was made for Daddy's cock. Gripping me like it never wants to let go."
Then he starts to move. Long, deep strokes that make the bed creak softly beneath us.
Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my whole body.
I can feel every ridge and vein of him sliding inside me, the wet sounds of our joining loud and intimate in the quiet cabin.
His scent surrounds me, his weight presses me deliciously into the mattress, and his hands grip my hips with just enough strength to make me feel owned in the best way.
"Harder, Daddy," I moan, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. I love this. Love how he takes control and makes me feel safe even while he’s being so dirty. No one has ever taken care of me like this.
He picks up the pace, slamming into me deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing. "You like that? Like Daddy fucking you hard? Taking what’s his?" One hand slides between us to rub my clit in tight circles. "Come again for me, sunshine. Want to feel this pussy squeeze Daddy's cock."
I shatter around him with a loud cry, my orgasm ripping through me so intensely my toes curl. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I’m a panting, trembling mess beneath him. The feel of him inside me while I come is overwhelming, every nerve singing with pleasure.
Harlan flips us suddenly so I’m on top, his hands guiding my hips. "Ride your cowboy daddy, baby. Show me how much you love this cock."
I brace my hands on his chest and start moving, rolling my hips in a rhythm that has him groaning.
From this angle he feels even deeper, hitting spots that make me see stars.
His hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, gripping my ass to help guide me.
The muscles in his arms and chest flex under my palms, strong and solid.
"Look at you riding Daddy's cock like a cowgirl," he rasps, eyes locked on where we’re joined. "So pretty. Those tits jiggling for me. Soaking my lap like a good girl. You love riding Daddy, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, grinding down harder. "I love it so much, Daddy. You make me feel so full. So safe. I’ve never had anyone take care of me like you do."
His hands tighten on my hips, helping me move faster. "That’s right. Daddy’s going to keep you safe forever. Keep you right here on this mountain where you belong. Fill you up every night until you know you’re mine."
The words send me spiraling into another orgasm.
I cry out, clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over me.
Harlan flips us again, pinning me beneath him and driving into me with powerful strokes.
The bed shakes. Sweat slicks our skin. The scent of sex and us is thick in the air, heady and perfect.
"I’m close, sunshine," he growls, his rhythm growing erratic. "Gonna fill this pussy up. Mark you as mine. Come with Daddy."
I come again just from his words and the feel of him losing control. He follows right after, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he pulses inside me, filling me with hot spurts. The sensation is so intimate, so claiming, that tears of pure joy prick my eyes.
We stay locked together for long moments, breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Harlan kisses me softly, tenderly, his hands stroking my sides like I’m something precious. "You’re perfect, Sunny. My good girl."
He pulls out slowly and gathers me into his arms, tucking me against his chest. I curl into him, listening to his heartbeat slow under my ear.
His big hand strokes up and down my back in soothing patterns, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my hair.
I’ve never felt so cared for. So completely wanted.
This is what having a Daddy means. Someone strong enough to protect me from the world and gentle enough to hold me like this afterward.
We talk softly as the light outside fades. He tells me stories about the horses and the mountain, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. I share silly memories from my childhood, the ones that make me laugh instead of cry. Every word, every touch deepens the connection between us.
Eventually exhaustion pulls at us both. Harlan reaches down and pulls the heavy quilts over our naked bodies, cocooning us in warmth.
His arm wraps around me securely, one leg thrown over mine like he can’t bear even an inch of space between us.
I nestle my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, feeling the steady thump of his heart.
Everything is wonderful. The way his body fits against mine, the safety of his embrace, the way he looks at me like I am his whole world.
I can picture forever here at Haven 7. Mornings making breakfast together, riding horses across snowy fields, family dinners with all the wonderful people who welcomed me so warmly.
Nights like this, wrapped up in my grumpy cowboy who turns into the most caring Daddy when we’re alone.
I hope I can stay here forever. I hope Derek never finds me. I hope this mountain and this man become my always. As sleep starts to tug me under, a soft smile curves my lips. For the first time in my life, I feel truly home.
Harlan's hand strokes my hair one last time. "Sleep, sunshine. Daddy’s got you."
And with those perfect words echoing in my heart, I drift off completely content, dreaming of a future filled with love, laughter, and this incredible man who makes every day feel like the best kind of romcom come true.