Chapter 9 Dawson
Chapter nine
Dawson
Valentine’s Day hits Pine Hollow with a vengeance.
There are pink hearts in every shop window, red roses sold out at the grocery, and Dottie is selling heart-shaped cookie cutters like they’re going out of style.
I dodge it all, load Cora into my truck after dinner at the diner, and head back up the mountain where the world is quiet and she’s the only thing that matters.
The cabin is cool when we step inside. I light the fire I already laid before we left.
I planned this down to the second. Cora’s wearing a red sweater that makes her curves look like sin wrapped in wool, and her engagement ring, the one I put on her finger two weeks after Christmas, simple gold with a diamond that catches the light like her smile, glints every time she moves.
She kicks off her boots, grinning at me over her shoulder. “You’ve got that look, mountain man.”
“What look?” I ask, already pulling a black silk tie from my pocket.
“The one that says I’m not sleeping tonight.”
I’m on her in two strides, backing her against the wall, kissing her hard and deep until she’s gasping and clutching my shirt. “Damn right you’re not.”
I spin her, tug her wrists behind her back, and tie them with the silk, loose enough she can slip free if she wants, tight enough she knows I’m in charge tonight. She shivers, lets out a soft moan that shoots straight to my cock.
“Upstairs,” I growl against her ear. “Now.”
She obeys, hips swaying as she climbs the loft stairs, and I’m so hard it hurts by the time we reach the bed. I untie her wrists just long enough to strip her, then blindfold her with the tie, knotting it gently behind her head.
“Lie back,” I tell her, voice rough. “Spread your legs.”
She does, trembling, skin flushed pink in the firelight. I take a second just to look at her full breasts, nipples already tight, the soft curve of her belly, the slick shine between her thighs. My fiancée. My everything.
I start at her ankles, kissing slowly and deliberately, dragging my beard up her calves until she’s squirming. “Dawson—”
“Quiet,” I murmur against the inside of her knee. “You’ll get what you need when I’m ready to give it.”
She whimpers but stays still, hands fisting the sheets.
I take my time. An hour, maybe more, tasting every inch of her. I kiss the freckles across her collarbone, suck her nipples until she’s arching and begging, lick the dip of her navel to hear her gasp. When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s shaking, thighs slick, voice hoarse from pleading.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Dawson, I need—”
I cut her off with one long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit. She cries out, hips bucking, and I pin her down with a hand on her stomach.
“Gonna make you come on my tongue first,” I tell her, voice low and filthy. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you feel me for days.”
I eat her like she’s my last meal—long, deep strokes, circling her clit, sliding two fingers inside to curl against that spot that makes her sob. She comes hard, screaming my name, pussy clenching around my fingers so tight I groan against her.
I don’t stop. I keep licking, gentler now, drawing it out until she’s trembling and oversensitive, begging for my cock.
I crawl up her body, rip off the blindfold so I can see her eyes. They’re wild, desperate, so fucking beautiful. I shove my jeans down, free myself, and notch at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I growl.
She does, pupils blown, lips parted.
I slam home in one thrust. She screams, legs wrapping around my waist, nails raking my back. The headboard slams into the log wall with every brutal thrust, leaving dents I’ll look at like a badge of honor.
I slide one hand to her throat, light, just enough pressure to make her gasp, while the other grips her hip, holding her exactly where I want her.
“Gonna put my baby in you tonight, sunshine,” I growl, voice raw. “Gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant and full of me. You want that? Want me to breed you? Fill you up until you’re dripping?”
“Yes,” she sobs, meeting every thrust, pussy strangling my cock like it was made for this. “God, yes, please—”
She comes again, harder this time, whole body seizing, milking me so tight I see white. I lose it, slam deep, bite her shoulder hard enough to mark, and come so hard I feel it in my spine, flooding her with everything I’ve got.
We’re both shaking, sweat-slick and wrecked. I collapse half on top of her, still inside her, kissing the bite mark, her jaw, her lips, murmuring over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She wraps her arms around me, legs still tangled with mine, and whispers it back, voice soft and sure. “I love you too. Always.”
I pull the quilt over us, hold her like she’s the only thing keeping my heart beating, because she is.