Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Haven

“It hurts like blue blazes and there’s nothing anyone can say that’s ever going to make it feel better. A piece of your future is dead, and yet people walk on all around you and expect you to keep going when there’s nothing but a fucking hole in front of you—as if you’re the only one who sees it.”

The dark centers of her eyes glistened with her unshed tears. “Oh, Daniel.”

He held her. Gently. His lips touching her forehead, and her cheek, and her lashes. Trying to pass over an inkling of compassion that she could appreciate and comprehend in the midst of her hurts.

Beth tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him. She held their mouths together until the kiss faded away, and they hung, lip to lip, air mingling as they attempted to balance their breathing.

He pulled her into his lap, lifting her to straddle his legs. His hand caressed her back, massaging the muscles as he clutched her close, their torsos tight as they continued to touch and comfort each other.

Beth curved a hand down the side of his face and tentatively brushed a tear that clung to the edge of his eye. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I know part of your pain.” He took a deep breath and stared into her eyes. “As far as your husband is concerned? There’s a special place in hell reserved for men like him. If he hadn’t died, things might have gotten worse and you could be the one dead now. Or one of your sons…”

His throat closed off at the thought of any of the towheaded boys tangled in their beds down the hall being hurt.

Beth held his face, and he could have drowned in her tear-filled eyes. Barely above a whisper, she spoke as she caressed his bristle-roughed cheek. “I know we have so much more to discuss, but I need you. Need you to chase away the pain, just for a little while.”

They moved together, willing accomplices. Lips and tongues tangling, taking turns to slip off their remaining clothing as they shrugged shoulders and wiggled limbs. When she stripped bare from the waist up, Daniel took possession of one firm nipple, cupping her breast and lifting it to his lips to suck.

“So good.” Beth let her head drop back.

“I want you tonight. All of you.”

He made love to her that night. Lifted her and placed her with such care on the bed. Tugged off her panties slowly, careful of her aching limbs. Somehow between kissing every inch of her body and arranging her naked form on the bed, he shucked his jeans. Beth looked up from where she lay, the moonlight pouring in the window to illuminate every muscular inch of his body. His cock rose from the tight curls at his groin, and he slipped over her, the heat of his torso rolling ahead like a steamroller and pinning her in place.

“Tonight, you’re mine. No games, no playing. Just open yourself up and give yourself to me, Beth. Let go and let me catch you.”

Her throat was tight as he suspended himself over her, thigh to thigh, nose to nose. His eyes, oh damn—his eyes were beautiful. Full of tenderness and need, and she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him down, sighing as his bare skin touched hers, as if for the first time.

They touched and moved together, in perfect harmony. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, the indent of her belly. He licked her clit, and she opened wide, letting him touch her everywhere, as hard as he liked, as soft as he wanted. Her first orgasm surprised them both as she rocked with the initial touch of his hand to her pussy. He moved over her while her sheath still convulsed and with one firm motion joined them. He locked their hips together, pulling her head to his, lips and tongues tasting and embroiled with white-hot need. Then he started, slow, minute pulses of his hips that dragged his cock back an inch before reburying him deep. Deeper yet as she pulled up her knees and spread herself wide.

“God, Beth, yes.” His strokes hesitated for a moment, uneven and broken in rhythm.

“Do it. Come on…oh there, so good. You feel so good inside me. All I need, I…”

She wanted to confess with words what their bodies were saying but she refrained, instead staring into his eyes and saying it the best she could. It was love. It was physical connection that went soul deep and tears welled up as he stared. Another thrust, another. The rubbing intensified, every nerve on fire. He grasped her nipple and sucked hard, and the spear of pain shot into pleasure that radiated over her skin, throbbing in her sheath. She grabbed his head and drew their mouths together again, needing the connection, needing to taste him. She bit his lower lip and licked the pain away as he erased the pain lingering in her heart. No, not erased, but eased. They were together, they belonged together.

The bed creaked in an easy rhythm and he groaned over her. “So close. You need to come. I want to feel you around me. Squeezing me. Surrounding me.” He adjusted the angle of her body, lifting her hips higher, tilting his pelvis up to thrust harder, more forcibly. The cool air moved over her clit when his body pulled away. Then he touched her, his fingers rubbing firmly and the pulse of sensation broke free.

“Yes…” She clutched his neck tight and gave herself up to pleasure. Let it roll like the fall wind over the prairies. A second later he joined her, his harsh breathing giving way to a contented sigh as he jerked inside her, the heat of his release bathing her.

“Yes, oh damn.” He dropped his head on her shoulder, covering her with his body, and she didn’t even try to stop the tears.

“That was perfect,” she whispered.

He rolled them carefully, drawing her on top so they stayed intimately connected. His tender caress and consideration made her heart ache.

He rubbed her back, dragged his hands through her hair again and again, until their breathing calmed and only the rapid beat of his heart gave away the fact they’d been running a marathon in bed. He chuckled softly, as if he was aware of keeping the noise down.

“Perfect, eh?”

“Hmm, I think.” The languid sensation stealing through her limbs made it tough to fight the sleep now creeping up.

“Even though it was missionary vanilla sex?”

Something twigged in her brain, and suddenly it was funny as anything. She was an emotional yo-yo. A giggle escaped, then the giggle escalated to a snicker. She took a deep breath, still shaky from the bombshells of the evening. Daniel rolled them to their sides, keeping their bodies close and their spirits together as they snuggled under the covers.

“Mom. Moooooom.”

The rattling at the doorknob jolted her awake, and she slipped out a hand in search of Daniel. She could have sworn only seconds before he’d been wrapped around her, kissing her neck and whispering loving things in her ear.

The bed beside her was still warm.

“Mom—mie.”

Beth sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest as she looked around the room in confusion. The very empty room. She glanced at the window then laughed. No, he hadn’t dove out that way.

“Just a minute. Mommy’s getting up.”

She pulled on her sleep shirt before unlocking the door. Nathan and Robbie swarmed in and dragged her back to the bed for snuggles. Lance strolled in slower, almost suspiciously, and she fought to keep from blushing. That wasn’t in the cards yet, to try to explain to her eight-year-old why there was a man in his mom’s bed.

And yet…why not? Would the boys not understand that Daniel was someone who made her very happy? Who maybe, possibly, could make them happy too?

She pondered the question the whole time the kids rattled on about what they’d done with him the day before. While they helped make breakfast and while she cleaned up the mess afterward. It wasn’t until she finished cleaning she spotted the note he’d left for her propped up beside the phone.

I’m on early chores in the barn. I’ll stop by to see you later. Take you out for a coffee?

Her mom’s question came back: If Daniel was someone she was truly going to trust, how was she going to let him know? Show him, and herself, she thought he was worthy of being trusted. Last night she’d shared things with him she’d never told another person. Did he understand how difficult that had been? What it meant to have felt she could tell him—everything? She’d already done something huge by leaving him alone with her boys. There wasn’t a much more tangible way of saying she trusted him than that.

But she hadn’t verbally said it, and she hadn’t said what was in her heart. And after dictating what she expected of this relationship all those months ago, if she was going to change the rules, she needed to tell him.

She made a quick phone call then called to the boys to get their things together.

“Where we going?” Lance checked the clock and frowned. “It’s too early for swimming.”

“Not too early for a visit. It’s Saturday, and Mr. Coleman said he needed you to show him where the kittens are you found yesterday.”

Squeals of delight rose and Beth smiled. Yes, and Marion Coleman needed to show them how to bake and eat too many cookies. And the rest of the Coleman boys needed to teach them how brothers could love and support each other even if they didn’t always see eye to eye on everything. How to be a family, with strong men who weren’t afraid to love their women wholeheartedly.

She blinked back the tears and hustled everyone out the door, desperately trying to figure exactly what she was going to say to Daniel when she finally saw him.

It was poetic she found him in the barn, the same place she’d searched him out three months earlier. He wandered from stall to stall, pouring grain from a bag. One of the horses sniffed his hair and made little nickering sounds. Daniel laughed, reaching up to rub its nose, the easy way he moved speaking of his familiarity with the animals and his patience. Her physical pull toward him was incredible, even in dirty jeans with his hair all mussed. She’d never seen him look more attractive, except maybe the previous night when he’d cradled Nathan so carefully.

She took a deep breath. “Hey.”

He swung around and his face lit up.

“Good morning, darling.” He strode forward and took her in his arms, planting a juicy kiss on her lips before he paused and released her, glancing around in embarrassment. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t even think to check if the boys were with you.”

“They’re at your parents’ house.”

“With my folks?” He frowned in confusion.

She twisted her fingers together, shy and nervous again. “You got a minute? We need to talk.” Damn, how often had she said that? Or him to her?

He smiled. “I feel as if we’re caught in one of those time warps. You want to walk or sit here in the barn with me?”

They laughed together, and suddenly she wasn’t anxious anymore. She tucked herself back against his body, resting her head on his chest. “I missed waking up in your arms this morning.”

He kissed her forehead. “I didn’t want to push it with the boys, but damn you were hard to leave.”

Beth looked into his eyes, marveling at the way he waited patiently for her to make the next move. To speak. She really did feel safe with him. “Remember when I said that I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship and you said we had to be friends as well as lovers?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you feel as if we’re friends?”

Daniel held her for a minute, staring off into space over her head. Her mind darted with the possibilities of his response. Was she pushing too fast? Then he lifted her chin so their eyes met. She could see the caring on his face.

“I think in some ways we are, and others, we’re still learning.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe that I never knew about your husband. I should have been so much more careful with you, so much gentler.”

He had been. “Oh, Daniel, everything you did was right, even if it was by accident. All our early visits were out in public, and you pushed my comfort levels the right way. You were yourself. I got to see how you dealt with the people around you, see what they thought of you. There was no pretending with you, ever. I don’t think I could have been comfortable so quickly with anyone else.”

“Do you think we’re friends?” he asked.

She kissed him. “With benefits.” He stiffened, and she hurried on before all her hard-won courage failed. “But it’s not enough. Not anymore.” She stepped back so she could look him straight in the eye. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”