Rubbing at my brows, I settle back into the chair and let the heat lull me into sleep.
Slowly coming awake, I realize I’m no longer alone in my cabin. I don’t know why I get this feeling, but its as though I’m being watched. I strain to catch a sound. My eyes are still closed and I’ve kept my breathing even but…there! Another sound in the room, subtle but it’s there followed by a heavy sigh.
My eyes snap open and I’m staring straight at Olivia. I blink a few times wondering if I’m dreaming. She’s sitting in the far corner of my sofa looking so damn good that my hands clench on the arm of the chair so I don’t pounce. After leaving her the way I did, I’m not sure she’d appreciate that.
I swallow hard before finding my voice. “You really are here?”
She tilts her head and when her eyes narrow a loud sigh escapes her lips. “Believe it or not, Geary, I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“You have every right to be angry with me, but why did you follow me?” I ask and see the hurt she’s trying to hide.
No longer looking at me, she suddenly moves and grabs up her jacket, shoving her arms inside. “I should have kn
own this was a mistake. You don’t want me. You just said what you did in your letter for whatever reason known only to you.”
By the times she’s at the front door, I finally get moving and before she can open the door, I have her pressed up against it. “I meant every word, and those three words more than the others. I love you, Olivia McKenzie.”
Keeping her pinned, I tug her jacket off and groan at how her bottom looks in the tight jeans. “Why’d you have to wear jeans,” I groan, reaching for the zipper and tearing into them. “I know we need to talk,” I whisper, desperately trying to get to her flesh, “but first, I want to make you scream my name in pleasure, before you might scream it in anger.”
I hear a chuckle leave her lips before a loud groan when I bite her butt as I tug the jeans down her legs. They get stuck on her boots. “Fuck!”
“Leave the jeans and get inside of me. I ache for you.”
Standing, I rip into my jeans and seconds later I’m palming my cock. “Quick and dirty baby.” I spread her butt cheeks and aligning myself, I push inside.
Her channel is snug in this position, but holding her hips, I grind into her until I’m filling her and about to burst a nut. I toss my sweater across the room and reaching for Olivia, I get the rest of her clothing out of the way. I wouldn’t have bothered but I’m desperate to touch her naked breasts. The soft mounds of her breasts and plump hard nipples are perfect and an extremely sensitive button on Olivia. She’s come in the past from my attention to her nipples and that is arousing as fuck.
Now I have them in my hands and my hips move. I rock back and forth and when the tightness around my dick contracts, I wrap my arms around her waist and turning us, I place her over the back of the sofa with her ass sticking in the air. From this angle I can see the glide of my cock as I slide in and out of her tight vagina. I see the ripples of Olivia’s release before I feel her tugging and milking my cock. The sight and feel unman me and I come. My release shoots from my body the pleasure intense. I push as far as I can go inside of her and end up on the tips of my toes trying to get further. At that point Olivia screams my name, her pussy convulsing around my dick, the wetness from her release warm as I feel it coating my still hard flesh and sliding down to my balls and thighs.
“Oh God,” she groans, going limp. “I don’t have words for that,” she whispers.
“Whatever it was, it felt amazing.” I’m not ready to pull out of her yet, but I do want her comfortable. So reaching around her waist, I haul her to me and slowly shuffle toward a chair. The moment my butt hits the seat, my dick jerks with excitement when her body settles on me.
I burrow my face into her neck and stay there while I catch a breath and breathe her scent into my lungs. It doesn’t help my arousal for this woman nor does it help when she wiggles around on my lap, rubbing back and forth on my dick while trying to remove her boots and jeans.
Once nude, Olivia slowly moves off of my cock and turns to face me. The sight of her flesh in front of my face has me reaching for her, but she smacks my hands away. I frown and hope like hell she’s forgiven me for being an asshole in Stowe.
Olivia crouches down and removes my jeans before she straddles my thighs. Her eyes stay on my hard flesh and then I watch, and feel, her small hand wrap around me. Her thumb caresses over the tip before she lowers herself down. My eyes cross as sensation after sensation massages my shaft.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I settle my hands on her hips to hold her to me. I shiver when her nipples rub against my chest before they get squished between us. Olivia rests her forehead against mine and whispers, “You left me.”
I notice the tears in her eyes, and admit, “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I love you Olivia, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I didn’t know how that was possible so I ran because I didn’t want you to see me get down on my knees and beg. I would have done.”
She shakes her head. “I love you too, Geary. I want you. I don’t care if I have to move here to be with you. I just don’t ever want to be separated from you again.”
Tears move into my own eyes. “The moment I sat on the plane I realized what an asshole I was being and that I wanted you anyway I could have you. I would have headed back to you if we weren’t in the middle of take off.”
Her arms hold me tightly as she softly cries. “I like Montana.”
“Me too.”
“I’m still annoyed and hurt that you left without telling me what you wanted.” She lifts her gaze and holds mine. “You have a lot to make up for.”
I brush the hair back from her face and admit. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you…if you’ll marry me?”
With a mixture of laughter and tears, Olivia places kisses all over my face. “Yes!”
“One more thing,” I add. “You have to help me find a house outside of the city but in a short commute for you to Lexington.”