He draws me to him. Wrapping me up in those big strong arms of his. “I meant every word that I said,” he tells me. “I love you, Prairie Jones. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say.
“Good,” Rye says, “because I'm planning to make you my wife.”
9
RYE
The next several days,we don't leave the cabin. Why would we? Everything we need in the world is right here.
We’ve got food. We have heat. We have one another. Prairie rolls over in the bed, looking up at me with a morning smile.
“Hey, handsome,” she says, kissing me then climbing onto me. “Somebody woke up in a good mood,” she teases, stroking my cock, up and down.
“Who are you talking about?” I ask. “You're the one with a smile and a wet cunt.”
She laughs. “You're the one with a rock-hard cock.” She lifts her ass ever so slightly. I run my hand over her thighs and her sweet pussy that’s dripping as I finger her, easing her down on my thick cock. “There you go, baby,” I say, setting my hands on her perfect hips as she lowers her mouth to mine, kissing me.
Her tits graze my chest, her big, round globes. I draw one to my mouth then the other, sucking them.
“Fuck,” I groan as she begins to ride me. Her hips moving in a circle, her pussy gushing, coming as she takes me.
“Oh my God,” she moans, a grin on her face, her long hair loose around her shoulders. Her eyes bright and beautiful.
The morning sun streaks through the windows and I know it's going to be a good fucking day.
With Prairie, it always is.
For a year, I felt like I was in the shadows, but a week with her in my life, and it's nothing but light.
“Fuck,” I say. “I'm so damn close.”
“Good,” she says, moaning, “so am I. Oh, oh God.” She moans, panting, moving faster, faster, faster. Until she lets out the most glorious sound. This girl can orgasm like nothing else. And I fucking love to watch her get off. She thrusts her sweet little cunt toward me as I pound her tight pussy with my willing and ready cock.
My come shoots deep inside her.
She rolls off of me laughing. “Okay, so that was a wonderful way to start the day.”
We shower, unable to keep our hands off of one another as we do, but as we dry off, she puts on my bathrobe and I wrap a towel around my waist. We head to the kitchen and I start making a pot of coffee.
She gets working on the bacon and eggs. Thankfully, there's grocery delivery in this town and we've been able to stock up that way. We haven't wanted to leave our little cocoon and we haven't wanted anyone to come around.
God knows my family has tried.
My brothers and sisters have all attempted to make appearances, but I wouldn't let them past the door. It's not that I don't want them to spend time with Prairie. It's just that right now we're in what we're calling our honeymoon stage. And we need to get to know one another first.
The moment my family gets involved, things will change. Prairie will see me differently… and I’m scared for that.
My siblings and parents have been texting for the last few days about Sunday dinner. I need to make a decision.
“Leila is coming over later with lunch, wasn’t sure if you remembered.”
“Around noon?” I ask. Prairie nods. “I’ll work in the garage or something, to give you girls space.”
I run a hand over my jaw as she pours the freshly brewed coffee into two mugs. We carry them to the living room and sit down on the couch, side by side. Of course, I quickly draw Prairie into my lap. I need her next to me, always.
“That'll be good for you to touch base with her,” I say. Leila is the only person who's come into our cabin since Prairie moved in. “Hey, it’s Sunday—didn’t you say you always have dinner with your family on Sunday?”