You can’t buy happiness
YOU CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS
Brynn
ONE YEAR LATER
The cabin was exactly as I remembered it. The steep A-frame, the wall of windows, the glorious view of the pristine turquoise lake. I took a deep breath of fresh mountain air and felt the weight of expectation slip from my shoulders.
“Feel good to be back?” Wyatt asked as he set our bags down by the door.
“It feels amazing,” I said, leaning back into his chest as his arms wrapped around me from behind, both of us staring out at the water.
When he’d brought up the idea of a well-earned vacation after the conclusion of my tour, I’d suggested somewhere tropical where I could rent out the whole resort and we could invite all our family and friends.
But then he’d mentioned coming back here, just the two of us, and it was too tempting to resist.
This cabin had changed my life in a way I would never take for granted.
And Wyatt had been right that we needed a vacation—just the two of us—where I could really let my guard down and relax.
Having someone look out for my well-being who wasn’t paid to be there was a new and unique experience I was still getting used to.
Stella rarely reminded me to drink water, eat a snack before I faded, or thought about my vacation plans.
Wyatt took care of me in all the ways a true partner should. He was always watching, always making sure my needs were met.
“This vacation was such a good idea,” I whispered, almost afraid to break the serenity in the silence.
“You deserved it after all the work you put in this last year. Have I told you lately how incredible you are?”
I smiled, my heart feeling fuller than I’d ever remembered. “Not today.” But he told me often enough.
It was hard to remember what my life was like before him.
Being with Wyatt was unlike any other relationship in my past. He was my lover, my best friend, my confidant.
He lifted my spirits when they were low, held my hand when I needed strength, gave me his shoulder when I needed a good cry, and cheered the loudest whenever I succeeded.
That wasn’t to say that everything was perfect because that would be unrealistic.
He still occasionally forgot to put the toilet seat down, and he more often than not left a towel on the floor after his shower.
But his imperfections fit with my imperfections.
More than that, I knew I could wholeheartedly be myself with him, whether that was with perfect makeup and fancy clothes, or my hair a greasy mess in a knot on the top of my head and wearing a ratty old T-shirt.
We complemented each other in all the ways that made us our best selves when we were together. If the last year had taught me anything, it was that we could weather any storm as long as we always fought together.
He’d given me a happily ever after that I’d long thought was out of reach for someone of my fame.
And it had all started right here in this very cabin.
Wyatt dropped a kiss to my head. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he murmured against my ear as he stepped back.
My head tilted back in a boisterous laugh as I spun around to face him and tease him about his libido. My laugh died in the air as I sucked in a sharp breath when I found him down on one knee, with a small heart-shaped wooden box in his hand.
He stared at me with love shining in those dark brown eyes of his.
I would never get tired of having him look at me like that.
“I love you so much. Brynn, you’ve changed my life in ways I never could’ve imagined, and I never want to go back to life before you.
I want to be your partner in every way. I want to spend the rest of my life cheering you on and watching you conquer the world. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I whispered, my voice too choked up to be any louder. Then I leaned down and cupped his face in my hands and kissed him hard.
He pulled back just enough to slide the gorgeous ring on my finger before his lips were on mine again, kissing me fiercely, owning my mouth in the way only he could.
He stood up and in one smooth movement lifted me up.
My legs wrapped around his hips as he carried me inside, our kiss growing ravenous.
It was like this cabin was our own personal aphrodisiac.
He dropped me back over the arm of the couch and pulled down my pants, kissing every exposed inch of skin until he’d stripped me of my shoes, leggings, and underwear.
He pushed my knees wide and stared down at my glistening sex.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me.” His heated eyes connected with mine. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yours,” I confirmed. It would always only be his. Every part of me belonged to this man.
His smile grew wicked as he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off.
He knew that move always turned me into a puddle of goo.
It had to be the sexiest move a man could make, especially when it revealed a body as ripped as Wyatt’s.
My breath grew labored when he dropped to his knees and started to trail kisses from my thigh toward my aching clit.
When he was just a breath away from where I wanted him, he moved to my other thigh, giving it the same treatment.
When he finally reached my dripping center, he let out a deep groan. “I could die between these thighs and I’d be a very happy man.”
I gripped his hair hard until his gaze shot to mine. “Not for a very long time, understand?”
He smiled. “As my wife wishes.”
My heart clenched at hearing him call me his wife. I was certain I’d never tire of that title.
Then, without breaking our gaze, he dropped his mouth down to lick up the seam of my pussy, and all thoughts disappeared.
All that was left was the need to come. His tongue swirled teasingly around my clit before he wrapped those perfect lips of his around it and sucked.
He kept up the sucking motion as he thrust two fingers inside me, and I detonated with a scream, my orgasm ripping through me.
I’d barely come down from the high when he shoved his pants down and thrust his thick cock inside me, causing both of us to groan at the connection.
“Fuck, Wyatt.”
“That’s it, Wife. Say my name while I make you come all over this cock again.”
I let out a groan, wrapped a hand around his neck, and pulled his mouth to mine.
His pace picked up, both of us eager to find our release together.
We were both sweaty and breathing heavy when he slid a hand between us to rub circles over my clit.
It was the exact amount of pressure I needed to send me over the edge again, and I came screaming his name as my pussy convulsed around him.
He thrust twice more, his movements jerky before he stilled and came, buried deep inside me.
He sagged on top of me as he kissed me, this time sweetly. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Good,” I said, kissing him again, loving how he still tasted a little like me.
“I love this cabin,” I said on an exhale.
“Good, because I bought it.”
I pushed him back so I could see his face and determine if he was serious. His smile was wide and his eyes had lost the stress they usually carried. This cabin relaxed him as much as it relaxed me.
“Did you really?” My tone gave away how hopeful I was that he was serious.
He nodded. “We need a place that’s just ours to escape to when life gets too chaotic. I couldn’t think of a better place than where I fell in love with you.”
He pulled me up and then carried me up to the loft where we spent the rest of the day making love in our new cabin.
And I’d never been happier.
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