Page 20 of Their Steamy Cabin

“I love you,” he whispers. “I don’t know if you’re sick of me telling you, but I fucking love you.”

“No. Tell me about it every day. Always. Hearing it from you is music to my ears, Hunter. I love you too.”

“I’ll do just that.”

We wrangle ourselves onto the bed, him finally sliding out of me, leaving only his dripping cum behind. I massage myself, pushing it back in. I have no idea if that actually helps anything, but it can’t hurt, and it does make me feel sexy as all hell, knowing that I had made him unleash so much into me.

He holds me close, embracing me with his arm around my tits. I hold his arms tightly to me. My body aches. I’m exhausted.

But I’ve never been happier.

And it’ll only get better from here.

epilogue

HUNTER

The sun setting behind the mountains is an amazing sight. I built this cabin deliberately so it would have the best orientation for watching the sky settle into that orange-pink beauty that it always had.

Of course, what makes it better is the beautiful woman by my side.

God, I’m so fucking lucky. Savvy’s hot, funny, smart, caring. She’s everything I ever wanted and so much more.

Together we sit, taking in the sights. It’s part of our routine now. I’d finish up my work, she’d get back from knitting classes, we’d take a long hike, then be back home in time for sunset. She’d usually hit the shower, throw on my robe, and then join me for the sights. Usually we’d follow this up with supper, but sometimes we got distracted with... let’s call them miscellaneous activities.

It’s a couple months before our first anniversary, and it all feels like a dream. It’s too good, like nothing could ever get better than this. I start to wonder if I went and died somewhere, and this is just like, literally capital-H Heaven.

Nope. It’s just life now. All the pleasures of the flesh are mine until I kick the bucket, which will hopefully be a damn long time from now.

Savvy giggles as she looks up at me. She’s lounging on the porch swing, using my lap as a pillow. “So, I got news.” There's a consternated on her face. It makes something twist in my gut seeing her like that.

“Good news or bad news?”

“Uh, ninety-nine percent chance of good news.”

“Only ninety-nine percent?”

“Hey, I’m not ruling out that I’ve been reading you horribly wrong all this time. It’s perfectly possible that’s the case.”

“Yeah, and it’s also perfectly possible for a satellite to fall from space and crush both of us. Doesn’t mean I live my life considering it as a possibility.”

She smirks, shaking her head. “We did it, Hunter.”

“What did we do?”

“I’m pregnant.”

I grin, my heart lifting. “You thought there was a one percent chance I wouldn’t be fucking thrilled to hear that?”

“Possible!” She laughs. “Like guys talk a big game, but when it happens, they freak out.”

“I’ve been ready to start a family with you since two days after I met you.”

“Only two days? Not immediately?”

“Hey, I have some restraint.”

We share a loving kiss. I love each and every one of those kisses, from the most innocent pecks, to the sloppiest tongue twisting.