He couldn’t help but think of the time in the hopefully not-too-distant future when he’d be able to enter her bare. When he’d be able to fill her with his come and watch her belly grow round with their baby.
Damn. They hadn’t talked about children or anything close to what would happen after they left his cabin, but now that he’d had the thought, he couldn’t shake it. She’d be an excellent mother. Would be a beautiful pregnant woman. Their kids could run amok up here at the cabin, enjoying nature as much as he did. He’d have to expand, give them more rooms, but he could do that without a problem.
His thoughts were brought back to the present when Carlise cried out with her release. The feel of her rippling around his cock was indescribable. He was awestruck by this woman. She’d impressed him with her willingness to go with the flow, her adaptability, her kindness toward his friends . . . but now that they’d been as close as two people could be? She blew him away.
As soon as she finished shaking, Chappy reluctantly pulled out of her body. His cock was shiny with her juices, and it was almost painful to remove the condom. He left the bed to discard it but was back before she’d moved an inch. Smiling at the way she was sprawled on the mattress, Chappy straightened the blankets that had gotten tossed with their lovemaking and pulled her against his body after he joined her under the covers.
She immediately burrowed into him, one leg resting over his and an arm over his chest, pulling him close.
“Holy crap, Riggs. I’m boneless.”
He couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept over his lips. “Same, honey.”
“I have some bad news for you, though,” she said nonchalantly.
He stiffened. “What?”
“I’m not going outside to start the generator so we can shower.”
Relaxing, Chappy chuckled. “I won’t ever ask you to, so you’re safe. I’ll do it.”
“Thank goodness.”
They lay together in lazy satisfaction for several minutes before Carlise propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him.
“What?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.
“I just . . . I don’t ever want to leave here. I want to live in this happy bubble forever.”
“Now you see why I like to come up here.”
“Yeah. It’s so quiet and peaceful.”
“As much as I want to keep you right here, in my bed, so I can make love to you every day, we can’t stay here forever,” he said gently.
“I know,” she said. “You have a life and a job you have to do in town. I just . . . I don’t want the real world to intrude on how happy I am right this second.”
“It won’t,” Chappy said firmly.
Carlise sighed. “As soon as you turn on my phone, it will.”
But he shook his head. “Nope. I’m gonna take care of that for you. No one’s gonna touch you, if I have anything to say about it.”
“You can’t promise that,” she said soberly. “I’m a pragmatic person. I can’t be with you every second of every day, no matter how much I might enjoy just that. Bad stuff happens. I’ve seen and lived it firsthand. But just knowing you want to keep me safe means the world to me.”
Chappy knew she was right. When he was leading groups on the AT, he was away from home for several days and nights at a time. And he could be on a tree job for hours. But luckily, this wasn’t the time of year when he had any trail hikes. He had time to figure out who the hell was stalking her and make sure they knew she was off limits from here on out. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. When things got too intense, you got yourself out of the situation,” he said after a moment.
“You mean I ran,” she said dryly.
“Yes. And put space between you and whoever was harassing you. It was the smart thing to do, Carlise. I mean that.”
She sighed. “I hope so. I hoped if he couldn’t find me, he’d lose interest.”
“Well, we’ll see if it worked in a little while. But first, I want to lie here and revel in the mellowness I’m feeling right now.”
“Two orgasms will do that to you,” she said, the satisfaction and pride easy to hear in her tone.
Chappy chuckled. “Yup. And for the record . . . that’s never happened before.”
“What? You having an orgasm?” she sassed.
He dug his fingers into her waist, tickling her, loving how she squealed and squirmed against him. Feeling her nipples against his bare skin, the brush of her pubic hair against his thigh . . . It was so intimate, and he couldn’t love her any more than he did right at that moment.