Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Haven

She’d gotten over her aversion to sex on her back because with Daniel, none of it was boring. Actually, none of it was less than spectacular. All those firm muscles over her, leaning in close, pinning her to sheets as he took her mouth in a kiss that promised an exceptionally wild session.

Bring it on.

Her head was spinning by the time Daniel let her breathe, only to have gasp after gasp escape as he worked his way down her body, sucking her nipples, biting the sides of her breasts. His hands teased and tormented, slipping over her belly, parting her curls and stirring the passion in her core before he’d even slipped a finger in.

He stroked with deceiving indolence, leaning on one elbow to stare into her face as his fingers pierced her, the heel of his hand rubbing so perfectly the orgasm building didn’t have time to hover, or hesitate, or any of those things. Her body jolted, arching involuntarily as he maintained the pace and added a nip to her breast.

“God, so good.”

“Just the beginning,” he whispered back.

The beginning of forever. Beth allowed the first flush of tension to fade because she knew more was coming. One roll brought her on top, happy that the muscles in her hip accepted the stretch as she straddled him.

“Yeah, I like a little cowgirl in the bedroom as well as outside.”

Daniel cupped her breasts as she slowly rocked, finding a comfortable position, or as comfortable as she could get with him encouraging her along with more sexy words, more tugs on her body that made breathing difficult. His shaft lay in the valley between her legs, each pass rubbing his heat over her clit and sending her higher.

“That’s it, darling. Put your hands on me and touch me.”

Beth obeyed, reaching down to surround his cock and caress it. Rub the sticky seed escaping from the head and press her fingers like a sheath to enfold him tightly. Daniel groaned with pleasure, his head falling back, hands dropping to her hips. She was tempted to slide back even more and cover him with her mouth. Suck him deep and let him enjoy her that way.

She wanted it all, wanted to give him everything. When he adjusted her, one hand grabbing his cock and directing the head into her, it was too soon and yet…

“Oh God, yes.”

One slow slide together. Her moving down, him lifting up. An incredible sense of fullness struck as they briefly rested together.

Her body, her heart. Her soul—all of her loved and cherished like she’d never experienced before.

Daniel smiled, cupping her cheek and drawing her closer to join their lips as he took control of the tempo. Thrusting lazily, an intriguingly lovely twist to his hips that ensured she felt the motion to the tips of her toes. His tongue stroked her teeth, brushed her lips, his kisses flitted across her cheek until he’d buried his face against her neck and bit lightly. He slipped his hands lower, caressing her hips, grip possessive over her ass.

The rhythm never faltered. Made her hotter, made her crazy. Again and again he drove them together. She buried her hands in his hair and squeezed everything she had inside.

Daniel gasped against her skin. She smiled and did it again, and this time the extra pressure set them both off, his hips jerking under her as he strove to get deeper. Clutching her ass as if he were melding them into one. Her body luxuriated in the bliss soaking her limbs. There was nowhere to go but straight down into a puddle of muscleless satisfaction as she lay draped over him.

His heart pounded for the longest time, keeping time with hers.

“Wow.”

Daniel laughed. “So you can still speak. I wasn’t sure I could.”

Beth manoeuvred her way upward by bracing her hands on his chest. She stared at his familiar features, the firm line of his jaw, the steady gaze in his eyes. His face revealed so much more than the initial physical attraction she’d felt—it showed his character, his patience. His raw sexuality, and his love.

She had forever to enjoy him. To trust him. It wasn’t a bad place to start.

Daniel pulled in front of the hardware shop with his dad riding shotgun just as Beth exited, two of the boys in tow. All three of them had their arms full of paint cans and brushes.

“I’ll stay in the truck,” Mike offered. “Go help your damsel in distress.”

Daniel hurried over to take her armload.

“Where’s Lance?” he asked. Nathan and Robbie dumped their supplies into the back of his truck and swung over the edge to sit in the open box. “Hey, guys. What do think you’re doing?”

Nathan popped up, both arms wrapped around one of the ranch dogs. “We wanna ride back here.”

Daniel hid his smile and jerked his thumb forward. “In the cab.”

“Awwww…” They complained but they moved, crawling through the open split window to land in puddles on the crew cab seat. Daniel chuckled until he glanced back to see Beth watching him with a raised brow.

“What? I don’t mind if they get in the cab that way. Better than thinking they get to ride in the back with the dogs.”

She shook her head. “You’re such a male.”

He leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “You were glad of that last night, Miss Beth.”

“Very.”

They held each other close, and Daniel counted his blessings like he had every damn day for the past six months.

Beth tugged on his hips. “Lance needs help. He can’t make up his mind, and I think he’s driving the clerk insane.”

“Really? Lance always seems to know exactly what he wants. And what he doesn’t want.”

“Well, this time there’s trouble. Come on, I think you’ll find it interesting.” She walked with him toward the door, her smile blindingly bright.

Daniel made his way into the store about to burst with curiosity.

Waiting to get to know each other better before doing anything formal with their relationship had been the best thing he and Beth could have done. They had no doubts that more than being lovers, they were friends.

But it was the way the boys had slowly come around that made them both the happiest. Nathan accepted the idea of Daniel the fastest, maybe because he was the first to open up to Daniel and talk about his father. Little Robbie never said anything much, just crawled into Daniel’s lap one day and kissed him straight out before kissing Beth and toddling off to bed.

Lance was the holdout. Still watching, still judging. Now that they were getting the house in town ready for moving in together, the kid seemed to finally be coming to a decision about the whole deal.

Daniel was worried it wasn’t going to be pretty. Lance reminded him a lot of himself at that age. Stubborn but quiet. The kind you couldn’t move without a bulldozer unless he decided to give way.

Lance had both clerks trapped, cans of paint and wallpaper swatches littering the countertop. One of them spotted Daniel and relief showed in the man’s eyes.

“Look, someone to help you decide. I’ll be over here when you’re ready.” Both attendants fled.

Daniel laughed. “Lance, what are you doing? You’ve got more coloured bits of paper on the counter than there are jellybeans in the candy shop.”

Lance snorted. “As if.”

“So what’s the trouble? I thought you had an idea picked out already.”

“It was too girly.”

Sweet Jesus, here they went with the girly business again. Wait until the kid realized the female sex didn’t have cooties. He was going to be a handful. “You want horses?”

“Nope.”

“Race Cars?”

“Nope.”

“Circus clowns, elephants and balloons?” Daniel thought that one would make the kid take notice. Lance grimaced in disgust.

“I’m not a baby.”

“No, you ain’t.” Daniel leaned on the counter and poked at the papers. “Seems to me most of these are a little on the young side for you. Tell you what, the room you picked out pretty much just needs a fresh coat of paint, then you can add the things you want over the next while.”

Lance stared in suspicion. “I thought we had to get everything ready for moving in a couple of weeks.”

Beth stepped closer and Daniel wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight to his side. She felt so good in his arms, so right, and he couldn’t resist stopping to drop a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, one hand behind his back, the other resting on his chest.

Lance checked every move they made.

“We have to be able to shift your furniture in, that’s true. But there’s no way that at the end of the day we’re going to have everything the way we want it forever. In fact, that’s one of the fun parts—you get to keep changing things and making things to show off your interests. Find what you love to do, and suddenly there’s all kinds of projects you’ll want to put in your room.”

“Like the stuff you make?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“You think I could make something in the workshop for my room?”

“Course you could. With supervision, but I’d love to help you.”

Lance cracked a smile and pointed at the paint samples. “Which one?”

Daniel checked them out and pulled three to the side. “If you’re going to make some furniture, pick your favourite of these. They’re neutral enough to look good for a long time.” He leaned over. “And they are not the least bit girly.”

Lance checked them over slowly then picked one up. “This one.”

“Give it to the man, and he’ll mix it for you.” Daniel watched the boy track down the clerk. He turned back to Beth who was smiling, a twinkle in her eye. “What was that all about?”

“He didn’t like my suggestions,” Beth said. “I pointed out almost the same things you did, but he didn’t trust me.”

“Hell, no, you’re a girl. You might contaminate his room.”

Beth poked him in the chest and he laughed.

The clerk cleared his throat. “Excuse me, I need to make sure you approve this before I tint the paint.”

“My dad said that was the best one. He’s going to help me make things for my room too.” Lance glanced up at Daniel. “Right?”

Daniel’s heart leapt into his throat, and beside him Beth’s hands squeezed his arm painfully hard. Did Lance even realize what he’d said? The word had popped out so casually.

“Right.”

Daniel looked just about everywhere in the shop for the next five minutes as the paint shook in the machine, fighting to keep his emotional high from showing. Dancing in the aisles seemed like a marvellous idea, but it might freak a few people out.

Every bit of his world was finally coming together.

The fire crackled, the sound mixing with the other familiar noises of the big old house. Beth leaned on Daniel’s chest, cuddled between his thighs as they both stared into the flickering flames. The boys were camping for the night with a couple of their soon-to-be-official uncles, Jesse and Joel. She wondered if the twins realized how little sleep the boys were planning.

“I’m going to miss this house.” Beth stroked her hand along his leg, tracing circles with her fingertip. There were good memories tied up in the place. The kids laughing, schoolwork getting done. Everyday living that somehow felt that much richer now. Deeper.

Safer.

“You’ll be able to come and visit as often as you like since Jaxi and Blake are moving in with the girls.”

She laughed. “I still can’t believe Jaxi kept the twins a secret her entire pregnancy.”

“I can’t believe Blake made it through the delivery.”

They grinned at each other.

“It’s as if this house has a revolving door. How do you decide who gets what?” She’d always thought she’d hit the jackpot when she’d been offered the place.

Daniel rubbed her shoulders, running his fingers through the short hair of her neckline. “Whoever needs it the most, I guess. My dad took over the main ranch house since he was the oldest, and for a lot of years this place had one set or another of my uncles and aunts and cousins living here. Now they’re all scattered around the area. Some built houses on the sections of the land they own, some moved elsewhere because they decided to get into something other than ranching.”

“Like you.”

“Like me…and you.”

They were moving in together, they were getting married. She’d put off the one last thing they needed to do. She pivoted in his arms. Twisting was much easier than a year ago, the flexibility and range of motion in her limb nearly back to one hundred percent.