Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

Chapter 13: Heather

The drive to Shane’s cabin was one I struggled to make. There were times when I considered turning around, but I pressed on because my heart told me it was the right thing to do. We had been apart for nearly a year and the anniversary of the day he saved me was approaching—as was the anniversary of the first time we made love.

I still felt the same way about him, even if it was extremely complicated to try and figure out what that meant. The moment I saw him, I knew he was right—I knew where I belonged. I belonged with him. I belonged in his arms. We were right for each other, even if we came from very different worlds.

I lay there in his embrace for the rest of the night, sleeping better than I had in a very long time. When the morning finally came, I stood up and walked into the main part of the cabin. Everything was missing. I hadn’t noticed it when I first arrived, but it wasn’t the same cabin I remembered. The television was gone, the things on the wall were removed, and it looked like a shell. I turned towards the bedroom and saw him standing up. He walked towards me and took me in his arms.

“Where is all of your stuff?” I looked over at him in confusion.

“Get dressed.” He smiled. “I have something to show you.”

I walked back into the bedroom with my eyes heavy from sleep and a strong need for coffee in my veins, but curiosity pushed me forward. He picked up my bag and we put our coats on, walking along a path that led up the mountain.

I tried to follow along, but he was used to the terrain and I was not. By the time I got to the top of the hill, I considered it a miracle I hadn’t broken both of my ankles along the way. When my eyes followed his outstretched hand, I got a bit of a shock. Tucked in the woods away from the path was another cabin.

A long road stretched out from it to the main road, at least I assumed that was where it went based on the direction. I followed him with my curiosity officially in overdrive, wondering what he was showing me exactly. The cabin looked new and the road looked so fresh that the trees cut down to create it were still white in the center.

I continued following him down the path until we were at the front door. When he pushed it open, he turned and scooped me up without warning. I grabbed his neck to hold on as he walked across the threshold with me in his arms.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Our new home.” He leaned in and kissed me.

“Ours?” I blinked a couple of times as he put me down after a tender kiss.

“It could be, if you decide to stay.” He pointed towards the other side of the cabin. “I even put in doors.”

“You did...” I said apprehensively as I walked around. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“I tried to incorporate a few modern upgrades so you wouldn’t feel like you were literally living in a shack. I know it isn’t a mansion or anything, but I think it will suffice.” He walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet. “I even got some wine.”

“Well I’ll definitely take a glass of that.” I nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s six in the morning.” He laughed.

“I’m on vacation.” I shrugged.

“Sure thing.” He grabbed a glass and poured it to the middle.

“So, you built this?” I asked as I ran a finger along the wooden surface of the walls.

“I did, just like I built the other one. I’ve had a lot of time on my hands. You know what they say about idle hands.” He winked at me.

“This is great.” I shook my head. “But, I still have school.”

“And you’ll finish.” He wrapped his arms around me after handing me the glass of wine. “You’ll finish school, you’ll visit when you can, and when you graduate, you’ll move here. I’ll take care of you. Money isn’t an issue.”

“You’ve put a lot of thought into a life with a girl you’ve only spent a few days with.” I looked into his eyes.

“I’ve missed you every day you’ve been gone.” He replied. “Who fucking cares if it isn’t traditional? I know what I want, and what I want is you, Heather Westbrook.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to admit it because I had no idea if you even felt the same way, but a day hasn’t gone by that I didn’t think of you. Still, this is a lot to take in.”

“You’ve got time to think about it, but we don’t have much time together right now, so there’s no reason to waste it.” He slid a hand into my pajama pants and started massaging my clitoris.

“Idle hands, huh?” I closed my eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

“I’m sure I can find something useful to do with them...” He moved his other hand to my waist and started pushing my pajama pants down.