Billionaire Mountain Man

And then, still tingling from the waves of the first orgasm, he began to thrust again, and I soon felt the stirrings of yet another one coming on.

Chapter Twenty

Everett

I woke up with Vivienne sleeping peacefully in my arms and realized that it had been a very, very long time since I had woken up like this. I had slept peacefully through the night, having been able to quit worrying, even if only tempor

arily, about both Jane and the saga at school. I leaned over, trying not to wake her, and looked at my clock; it was seven in the morning, far later than I usually stayed in bed. Still, there was no doubt I needed a bit of a sleep-in after all the stress of everything that had happened, and everything that was still going on. It was still rather early, so I tried to be quiet.

Despite how careful I'd been in moving, Vivienne started to stir. She opened her eyes and smiled, and then leaned in and squeezed me tightly. I hugged her back, and we simply lay like that for a while, with the morning sunlight coming in bright golden shafts through the gaps in the drapes.

Eventually, we disengaged, and I smiled at her when her eyes finally fluttered open.

"Morning, beautiful," I said. "How'd you sleep?"

"Outstanding," she muttered lazily.

"That was quite a night."

"Yes, it was," she replied with a flirty grin. "I haven't had a night like that in... maybe ever."

"I haven't either; I really needed it."

"I'd venture to say that makes two of us," she said.

“Give me a minute to call the hospital and see how Jane is doing, then I’ll be right back. After a quick call and an assurance from the nurses that Jane was doing okay and still asleep, I turned my attention back to the woman in my bed.

"Let's throw on some music," I said. "I always like to listen to music in the morning."

"Sure thing."

I went over to my CD collection, which I browsed through for a while. I grinned as I spotted a record that I thought would be ideal.

"Hey, I'm gonna play a song for you," I said to her, smiling cheekily.

"Alright," she replied, smiling curiously.

I took the CD out of its case and popped it into the stereo, and then skipped to the track I wanted. I hit “play” and started nodding my head as the opening guitar riff started coming out of the speakers.

"Recognize it?" I asked as Alice Cooper's “Poison” started playing.

"Yeah... I know it very well," she said, and a strange look came over her face – a look I hadn't been expecting at all. It was like a kind of veiled sadness. It seemed, for whatever reason, that this song was bringing back some bad memories.

"I can change it if you don't like it," I said cautiously. "I just thought that everyone liked this song."

"No, no, it's a great song," she said. "It's just that it reminds me of my dad."

"Oh, I see," I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"No, how could you have known? No, look, let's listen to this and enjoy it. It brings back good memories of him, and I'm really lucky to have had such a great dad."

"How uh, how long has he been gone?" I asked, sitting down on the bed next to her and wrapping a sympathetic arm around her.

"It's been around four years now. He had an aneurysm; it was quick and painless for him, thankfully. I didn't have to see him suffer or slowly deteriorate and waste away or anything so I guess I should be grateful for that."

"I suppose out of all the ways, that's a pretty good way to go, as long as it doesn't happen when you're young."

"He was 67 when it happened."