She smiled up at me as I looked into her eyes. “I love you.” I placed my hand on her cheek, leaned in, and kissed her.
“I love you too, Brody,” she whispered when we parted.
“What do you say we head home?”
“I'd like that.” Pressing her lips against mine, I knew I had finally found my way home.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Cass
“Half hour until midnight!”I called out the back door while holding onto Missy. Brody came through the sliding door, carrying the last bucket of wood he planned on bringing in for the night. Snow had been dumping heavily most of the day which caused me to have to shut the store early and come home. “Do you think that’s enough wood?” I asked, closing the door behind him.
“It should last us a few days, long enough until I can at least clean out a path to the woodpile once the storm stops.” I locked the back door and pulled the heavy curtains across the cold glass, shutting out the raging storm.
“Did you want another tea? Or a hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate.” He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled as he took his coat off and started unloading the wood from the basket onto the large pile. “With whipped cream,” he called.
While waiting for the milk to warm, I stood back and watched Brody carefully stacking the wood, then throw a few pieces into the fire. Finally, for the first time in a long time, I could say I was happy, content, and that the house felt like home.
I poured the warm milk into the mugs, dumping generous amounts of chocolate into each cup and stirring them, then spraying them both with a dollop of whipped cream. I carried both mugs into the living room and headed back over to the couch where we had been curled up together while I wrote, and Brody watched TV. I sat back down and pulled the laptop onto my lap. I only had another half a chapter to write before I hit the end of the short story. Brody settled onto the couch beside me.
I had been typing away for about fifteen mins when Brody rested his chin on my shoulder to read what I was writing.
“What you working on? Anything fun that maybe we can work through together?” He winked as I met his eyes.
“Maybe,” I giggled and turned my attention back to the screen.
“You almost finished for tonight?
“Maybe ten more minutes or so,” I said, deep in thought, trying to get this idea down before it escaped me.
“I really want some attention baby,” he said, putting his arm around me.
I did my best to ignore his pouting lips, but when he grabbed my hand, pulled it away from the keyboard, and placed it on his hard, throbbing cock, it was much harder to ignore. I turned to face him, his lips meeting mine with need and hunger, his tongue sweeping deep into my mouth. He lifted the laptop from my lap and put it on the table, crashing back into me before I could protest, running his hands over my body.
“Brody, please, I really need to get this finished,” I said giggling, reaching for the laptop, but Brody pushed me back against the couch.
“Nope, you’re mine! I plan to be inside of you at the start of the new year.”
Brody got up from the couch, effortlessly picked me up from where I was sitting, and carried me into the bedroom. I let out a loud laugh as he threw me on the bed and pulled my pants from my body. Sliding the bottom of my shirt up, he trailed kisses down my abdomen, his fingers tracing the edge of the waistband of my panties.
“I want to rip these babies off of you,” he growled.
“No way, they’re my favorite.” I let out a little giggle and raised my butt a little, so I could slide them off.
He knelt on the bed, kissing me. I pulled at the back of his shirt and it quickly found its way to the floor, along with his lounge pants. Crawling between my legs, he allowed me to lock mine around his waist. I watched as he stroked himself a couple of times before he placed himself at my entrance and slid into me.
We lay under the covers together, our sweaty bodies wrapped up in one another, Missy curled up at our feet.
“God, I love making love to you.” Brody whispered into my ear, breathless. He placed gentle kisses along my neck, just below my ear, and pulled me against him.
I glanced at the time, just a little after one.
“We missed the new year,” I giggled.
“No, we didn’t, I was right where I said I would be, and you were right where I wanted you, moaning my name,” he quietly whispered in my ear.