21. Knox
KNOX
O ne week later
The cab of the truck smells like pine and sex and Lily’s perfume.
We’ve been on the road for three days. Her hair’s up in a messy bun, her bare feet propped on my dash like she owns it and the view beyond.
Which she does.
I’d dreaded this trip—the loose ends, wrangling with the lawyers, the possibility of bumping into Brandon—but it’s been the opposite of dread.
My woman let me soothe her when the nerves came, and Christ, was that a fucking privilege. Sitting behind her in the hotel bathroom, rubbing her shoulders while she breathed, whispering dirty nothings until she stopped shaking.
My strong little flower.
Packing her things was a whole other beast.
I didn’t like stepping into the space she’d once shared with another man, the smell of him still faint in the clinical rooms they called a home.
But her doing it with my cum seeping out of her cunt and dripping down her pretty thighs? That made it almost bearable.
Brandon made like a chicken and bailed the second he heard we were coming.
Shame. I’d have liked to finish throttling the fucker, especially after the hissy fits he’d been throwing about wanting more of Lily’s business.
But she wanted it done clean, so she tossed him a few thousand more than the asshole deserved just to close the door for good.
When the last box went into the truck and she signed the papers at her attorney’s office, she didn’t look back. Not once.
And fuck, I loved her so hard in that moment my ribs hurt.
“Home?” I asked her then.
Her curls bounced. “With a few more memorable stops on the way?”
I kissed the mouth I ensured was permanently swollen from my attention. “Absolutely.”
And now here we are—one memorable stop away from taking my girl up the ass for the first time.
A five-star hotel, six hours from our mountain.
Floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over a city she used to think she wanted, a deep whirlpool bath still steaming from where I prepped her, and my Lily kneeling on crisp white sheets, glistening with the baby oil she smuggled in her purse.
Her green eyes sparkle over her shoulder. Pretty cunt slick, pink rosette winking at me like a dare.
“Take what’s yours, Bear.”
Fuuuuuck.
I’m on my knees behind her, palms shaking as I stroke over the soft swell of her hips. “Just the tip?” I rasp, my voice raw.
Her laugh is a tremor, breathless. “Whatever you want. We’ve never been conventional.”
I push forward, slow, working one thick finger, then two, easing her open, kissing her shoulder as she trembles. She’s still tight, still perfect. When I press my cock to her rosette she gasps, then braces, brazen.
“You’re so tiny,” I groan, sweat dripping down my spine. “So small, and yet you take me so good. My perfect Goldilocks.”
She whimpers at the nickname, arching. “Maybe you should call me that now.”
“Maybe I should marry you while I do it,” I mutter before my brain catches up.
Her head snaps around, green eyes wide. “What?”
I reach forward, slip a massive diamond onto her finger. It’s heavy, simple, no bullshit. It gleams against her oil-slick skin.
“You said it. We’ve never been conventional, baby,” I growl, pressing in another glorious inch as she cries out. “It was this or ask you to be mine forever while I hurled you around in my ring. Figured, why start now? Marry me, petal.”
She screams, a sound that’s half yes, half orgasm, pushing back on me until she’s full. Finally full.
“Yes! Yes, Bear!”
I surge in deeper, ramming another inch, stars exploding behind my eyes as she clamps around me. She rides the wave, keening, clutching the headboard with one hand and staring at the diamond on the other.
“I love you,” she gasps, trembling. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” I snarl against her neck, pumping into her with slow, claiming thrusts. “More than I knew a man could love.”
She shudders, coming again, her perfect Goldilocks hole milking me until I roar, spilling into her with everything I am.
We collapse forward, tangled in oil and sweat and sheets, her hand trembling as she stares at the ring.
“Say yes,” I pant, forehead pressed to hers. “Say yes, petal.”
Her lips curve, eyes glassy but fierce. “Yes, Bear.”
And just like that, everything I didn’t dare to dream… my mountain, my ring, my girl, becomes real in my hands.
She yelps sweetly with every bounce of the truck over grit and stone as we tackle the last mile up our mountain. Toward home.
“You okay, baby?”
She glares at me. “I should never have made that promise about you filling all my holes,” she grumbles sweetly.
Pure, unadulterated bliss moves through me when I belly laugh. “Let the record show, I was offering just the tip. You went fucking feral and backed that pretty little tush into me. Didn’t want to hear stop. Had you addicted to my cock in your ass in less than a minute, didn’t I?”
She blushes crimson but keeps up the glaring. “I won’t be able to sit properly for a week. You know that, don’t you?” she pouts, shifts on the cushion I had to buy her after one too many yelps and seeing her clear discomfort.
“No problem. Carrying you is one of my favorite things to do, baby.”
Her face melts into pure adoration that punches me clean in the gut. “I love you.”
Fuck me, but I will never get tired of hearing that. “I love you more, petal. So fucking much more.”
She releases her belt, crawls into my lap just as we crest the last hill.
And together we watch our beloved home—the place I will be fucking babies into her the first chance she lets me—fill our windshield.
“Welcome home, petal.”
She raises blissed, tear-filled eyes to me. “I’m so happy I got caught in your snare, Bear. So fucking happy.”