Epilogue
June
“That’s it. Ease back slowly.” Even after a year together, Hudson’s voice still turns me on.
Especially what I like to call his helicopter voice.
But right now I am concentrating hard as I take control of the helicopter.
When I first arrived here on the mountain, Hudson was determined that we try all sorts of different things until I found my passion.
We went camping and hiking. He bought me books and baking equipment.
Art supplies, we went to a class on blogging, theatre excursions.
Anything and everything we could think of.
That was until I started taking photographs and finally found my passion.
I am obsessed with woodland creatures. I have top of the range camera equipment and I can sit for hours waiting for the perfect shot.
But the best bit is that Hudson will happily sit and talk with me about my new hobby.
He loves that it makes me happy. And so, the trying new things eventually dwindled off as we settled into a routine.
But there is one more thing that I absolutely love, and that is flying.
So when Hudson suggested I take lessons and go for my licence I absolutely agreed.
I don’t think I want to be fire and rescue, but maybe one day I will have my own helicopter and I can do little tours for other photography enthusiasts. Whatever I decide, I know Hudson and I will work it out together.
Although it will depend on how a baby fits into the picture.
As I fly us over the mountain ridge I imagine sharing all of this with our kids one day.
I didn’t want to rush into it. I’ve spent too many years cooking and cleaning and stuck in the house to want to jump right into motherhood and babies.
But I do want kids. I just wanted some time to figure out my life first.
And with Hudson I know he will help. His mother, who I just love, she brought up all her boys to do equal share of the work. Whether it be household chores or parenting, or anything else. And his father taught them to protect and provide, so really, they all do double duty in their relationships.
Just thinking about kids makes me want to have sex.
Though who am I kidding, everything about being in a helicopter with Hudson makes me want to have sex.
He is so in control here, in his element.
I always remember that first time flying with him, how unsure I was about the future.
How happy I am now with my life here with hudson.
How glad I am that I went on that dating website.
That was me taking control of my destiny.
“Okay, that’s great. Like a pro.” I beam at Hudson’s compliments at my flying. “I’ll take control for landing but soon you will be able to do it all yourself.”
As Hudson lands the helicopter on the helipad I turn to him and grin.
He laughs and shakes his head. “I see what you’re thinking. I see it in your eyes. What is it about flying that turns you on?”
I hold up my hand with a grin and count off on my fingers. “The feeling of freedom. The big, rock hard mountains standing erect out of the ground. Being so close to you. The vibration of the seat. And you know your professional helicopter voice does things to me.”
He undoes his seatbelt. “You better be careful what you ask for.” It doesn’t take much to turn Hudson on. Just a look. Or talking about our future together. If i eat ice-cream and lick the spoon too long. He is a passionate guy and the look he gives me tells me he is definitely turned on right now.
I little out a gleeful scream. Undo my belt and run to the truck.
He catches up with me. His longer legs, he always catches up with me.
His arms around my body. His big chest against my back.
He pins me against the truck as he grabs a handful of breast with one hand and the other makes its way into my pants.
“You turn me on so bad, woman. I am rock hard for you.” His sexy voice whispers in my ear. I can feel the length of his erection against my butt cheek. “How about I put a baby in you, right here, right now?”
I let out a little moan. My blood on fire.
He has taught me so much about sex, about love, about pleasure.
Learning together what I like, what makes me gasp and groan and sometimes scream out his name.
That first time was amazing. But knowing each other so well is fucking mind blowing.
I move my ass up and down his cock. I’m hot and wet and ready.
But my man always likes to play, he knows just where I am most sensitive.
Just what to do to bring me to the brink.
And I love every minute of it. I look out to the trees and the mountains looming above.
Hudson’s hot breath on my neck. His hand down my pants making me gasp and moan. My crazy, wild mountain man.
And I guess I finally figured out who I am. I’m his crazy, wild mountain woman.
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