Epilogue
EPILOGUE
MONTANA
“ I ’m home!”
Rowe’s voice boomed through the cabin, ringing out loud and clear. That was my cue. I pressed the button to darken my phone screen and set it face down on the nightstand.
“Whoa.”
That came from just behind me. I turned to see my husband of two years standing in the doorway of our bedroom.
“I figured you’ve had a hard day.” I gestured toward the bed. “You deserve a massage.”
It was one perk of being married to a massage therapist. But we both were so busy these days, we were long overdue for a night like this.
“The lasagna is just out of the oven,” I said. “It needs to rest before we cut into it. I thought we could kill some time.”
I didn’t have to ask Rowe twice. He had his clothes off and was on the bed before I could untie my silky robe. Beneath it, I wore absolutely nothing.
“Don’t you want me to rub your back first?” I asked as I rubbed massage oil between my palms.
“Maybe later,” Rowe said. “I need a different kind of relief right now.”
He wasn’t kidding. His cock was standing at attention. But it was the heat in his eyes that told me he wanted me.
“How long have you been planning this?” he asked, turning his head on the pillow to take in the candles I’d set up around the room.
“Just a few days,” I said. “I know this current project is pretty intense. We haven’t had much alone time lately.”
His gaze lowered to my belly. “Yeah, and once the baby’s here, nights like this will be even rarer.”
I smiled at the thought of the little one we’d have soon. I was only eight weeks along and we hadn’t even told anyone yet. It was our little secret.
“The girls and I have a deal,” I said, making contact with his shoulders, then moving to his chest. “We’ll take turns babysitting so each couple has a night for...this.”
Rowe groaned. “I don’t want to think about my buddies doing this.”
With a nod, I decided we were both talking too much. It was time to focus on the task at hand.
“You can go a little lower,” Rowe said as I ran my hand over his stomach. “I won’t tell anyone.”
This was my job—giving massages in areas above and below the towel. I made my living these days as an independent massage therapist. I pitched in at the retreat center during busy seasons, but most of my work was done in people’s homes.
“How’s that?” I asked as I ran my hands along the inside of his thighs.
“A little too low,” he said, humor in his voice.
His hand was drifting, just as it had the first time we made love. My body sighed with relief at the feel of his large, strong hand moving over the back of my thigh.
We had to move this along. I rubbed my oily hands over his shaft, encouraged by his moans. I knew his body so well—everything that turned him on. He knew my body the same way.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
Those words made me aware just how boldly I was stroking him. I was so eager to give him some relief, I might’ve gotten a little ahead of myself.
“Get up here and ride me,” Rowe said when my movements slowed.
Those words sent a fresh wave of heat to my pussy. Yes, I definitely needed him inside me, and I needed it now.
“Leave on the robe,” he said as I started to shove it off.
“You like the robe, huh?” I asked as I climbed on top. The silky fabric no doubt felt good against his skin.
“No complaints from me.” He reached up and cupped my breasts. “Every single thing about this is perfect.”
I maneuvered him inside me, sighing as he filled me. “Did you fantasize about this that first night you came into the spa?”
“I could never have imagined this,” he said as I moved up and down on him. “You were beyond my wildest dreams.”
He didn’t take his eyes off me as I began moving faster and faster. His hands stayed on my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
As always, he waited until I cried out to let himself start building to his own orgasm. Then he rolled me on my side, facing him, and lifted my leg slightly, thrusting into me as he covered my mouth with his.
We kissed until he came. Only then did he end the kiss and let out a loud grunt. He came inside me, just as he always did now that we were married and birth control wasn’t a concern.
“I’m the luckiest man on Earth,” he said in the aftermath as he held me and we stared up at the ceiling. “I never thought it was possible to love someone this much.”
His words warmed my heart. It never got old, hearing him say he loved me.
“We’re both lucky,” I said. “We have each other, a little one on the way, and lasagna resting on the stove.”
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about dinner.”
I moved to get out of bed, but he stopped me. He gave me a long kiss.
“You stay here and rest a few minutes. I’ll go get dinner ready.”
He didn’t wait around for me to argue. He grabbed his T-shirt and underwear and headed straight for the kitchen. I took him up on his offer and lingered in bed a few extra minutes. Pregnancy was kicking my ass these days.
But as good as resting felt, lasagna was waiting for me. My husband too. I climbed out of bed and tied my robe, a smile on my face as I left the bedroom to join him.
A bridesmaid finds her freedom in the arms of the mountain man/gardener in Bonding with the Mountain Man . Turn the page to find out what happens.