Chapter 10
Lorne
When we were finally dug out from the snowstorm, Alana had to return to Northern California to deal with some business matters. We spoke daily by phone when possible, and now she's back for a visit in mid-January.
When we wake up next to each other in bed, I stroke her hair, saying, "I thought maybe we could go for a tasting at Duskwood Winery today."
Giggling against my chest, Alana says, "I probably owe you several bottles after being snowed in here with you."
After the hostess takes the couple ahead of us to their table, a woman with ginger-colored hair approaches.
"Hi. I'm Lita. The hostess is tied up for the moment, but I can help seat you," she says.
We follow her to the back patio looking out at the vineyard. It's a chilly day, but not too cold to sit outside, especially since they have heat lamps scattered between tables. We each order a tasting flight from the sommelier and hold hands as we look out at the beauty.
"I've always meant to come here," Alana says, looking at me with her dark eyes.
"I'm glad that your first time is with me."
After our tasting, we decide to take a walk in the garden before heading back to my place.
Alana and I stroll around looking at the white sculptures when I pull her close, stealing her mouth with mine.
Suddenly we hear a woman making appreciative sounds behind us.
We turn to find one of the Duskwood Winery's elderly witch owners smiling at us from the garden entrance.
"I just love discovering soulmates in here," she says before disappearing behind the hedge.
Alana looks up at me, resting her chin against my chest. "Soulmates," she says with a giggle.
Without a word, I lift her chin and press my mouth against hers.
In February, the two of us meet in Corvid Valley because Alana wants to check out its Imbolc festival. We grab a room at Ravenhart Mountain Dude Ranch Bed and Breakfast. A cowgirl named Clementine checks us in.
"Is this your first time staying with us?"
"Yes, but it's so adorable here that I know we'll be back," Alana says, looking around at the lobby.
"Wonderful. Well, let us know if you need anything. There's always at least one of us Brooks kids around," she says with a grin.
Although the festival is running both today and tomorrow, Alana insists we unpack and then head over. Corvid Valley goes all out on these weekends with a farmer's market, artisan booths, and a carnival.
My girlfriend first convinces me to take a candle-making workshop with her, and I'm surprised at how easy it ends up being.
Then, before agreeing to grab food, she drags me over to a Brigid's Cross weaving activity.
Rushes, wheat, and other natural materials are spread out over the table as we twist and bind with twine.
"Crap, I don't see any more wheat," I say.
Alana brushes her lips across my cheek, whispering, "I've got you, boo."
She then shifts into her cedar waxwing form and flies to the other side of the craft area, stealing a few pieces of wheat, then brings them to me. When she returns to her human form, I pull her close, studying her stunning face, and blurt out, "Goddamn, I am so in love with you."
Alana gasps, and I feel my cheeks heat, realizing I'd planned to tell her that in a less public place. But I'm relieved when she pulls herself up against me, pressing her lips hard on mine while whispering into my mouth, "I love you too, Lorne."
After crafting longer, we head toward the food truck area, first walking through the farmer's market.
"Oh cool, over there is Serena Tuttle. I read about her," Alana says, rushing up and looking over at the special herbs and teas the witch sells.
After choosing almost every single type of tea on sale, we then head to the food area.
Alana and I agree to buy things we can bring back to the bed-and-breakfast. I'm ready to have some alone time with my curvy girlfriend.
Picking out a warm grain dish topped with honey and butter, we also grab a couple of seed cakes and some rich-looking cheeses before hopping into my truck and heading to the bed-and-breakfast.
Popping open a couple of dark beers, we flip on the gas fireplace and settle on the couch, trying out the different foods from the Imbolc Festival.
Taking a swig of her beer, Alana places her bowl on the table and straddles me on the couch, grinding into me, which causes me to become instantly hard.
"So you're in love with me, mountain man?" my girlfriend whispers, causing me to want to be inside of her immediately.
With our mouths exploring each other, we quickly undress, and she straddles me once again, helping me enter her tight, wet warmth. Our moans come out of each other's mouths as our tongues dance, and Alana bounces on my cock, her large breasts giving me quite the show in front of my hungry eyes.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close as I savor her tight pussy wrapped around my length. Hearing her gasp against my ear, I feel her body shudder against mine as she falls over the cliff. I can't maintain composure any longer and shatter with her, coming so hard that I cry out.
Resting against my chest, our hearts beating against each other, Alana whispers, "I'm so in love with you."
Squeezing her tight, I say, "Me too, beautiful, me too."