by Nicole Snow
But his lips were already on my neck, shoving down my coat and shirt to taste the sweet scent lining my soft skin. Surely, it was ten times more potent than usual, the product of a roller coaster evening filled with surprise after surprise.
And now he was giving me one more – one last shock to wipe away all others.
Gabe's fingers tightened on my wrists. He pushed his whole body against me, kissing me and rubbing slightly. His torso compressed my breasts, and the bulge between his legs aimed straight at my center.
Hard, rough friction wound up my entire body. I moaned, listening to it echo back at me from the high rafters.
I hope Pa's ghost isn't watching.
The silly idea kept me flinching against him for several seconds, a waning resistance vanishing a little with every kiss, every lick, every circular brushstroke of his tongue around my lips.
When he tore away my coat and lifted my shirt, sinking those marauding lips to my cleavage, I couldn't think about anything.
Something pure and primal took over, pushing me into his arms. I helped him draw off my top, flinging my shirt across his shoulder and unclasping my bra.
It was warmer than I thought. Yes, the cold sank to my bones, but the fires he'd ignited in my flesh burned hot and steady enough to sweat.
And I sweated, panted, and moaned a little more when he went for my jeans. My panties followed, freeing my aching slit for him.
He buried his face there, pinning me to the wall by the ankles this time. I didn't dare move – not unless I was shuddering and rubbing my back against the worn wood, crying out whenever he sucked my clit a little deeper.
All the better for his tongue to find its way over it. He sucked it hard, making his wet circles shallower with the tip of his tongue.
My knees started to buckle, but he held me up. I reached for his shoulders and squeezed, losing myself to the icy-hot storm raging through me with lightning speed.
“Sir!” I paused, straining for breath, struggling through my disbelief that he was really about to make me come standing up naked in a cold barn. “Do you really want this?”
I regretted my words when he pulled away from his work, if only for a second. “I want to devour you. Come for me, Ashley, and don't you dare stop until your brains are rolling out your ears.”
His neck craned forward, harder this time. The quickening pressure between my legs formed a tight knot, pure restless energy that glowed like a second moon inside me.
My ass slid along the wall a little as I lost control. Screaming, I came, lost in his incessant strokes, his hungry hail of teeth and lips and tongue streaking through me.
Gabe kissed his way up as my spasms released me. He made soft, light licks up my chest, stopping to warm my breasts with his hands.
“Open your legs again, beautiful. I need to warm up too.” He pushed his pants down. His hand went between my legs, keeping my fire burning with gentle strokes from his fingers.
“No fair,” I whispered. “You ought to be naked out here too.”
His face hardened with a knowing smile as I got my wish. I helped him roll off his jacket, his shirt, and he stepped out of the mess at his feet. He wore nothing but his cowboy boots, and that was fine with me!
I reached down, feeling for his hardness. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed, marveling at its coal-like heat, its strength in the chilly night.
An instant later, his hands were back on my wrists. He formed literal hand-cuffs around my flesh, shoving me to the wall, pushing his hips forward at the same time he locked my wrists to the wood.
“Don't move your pretty body, Ashley. Nothing above the waist.”
His hot, sultry words made me smile. I did exactly what he asked – curling my legs around his muscular calves.
Gabe slid into me and started to thrust fast, deepening his strokes a minute later. The impact drove me back and forth against the wall. My ass jerked and impacted the wood, sending a sweet, noisy crackle rumbling through me.
His breath grew shallower. Big chest rising and falling, he leaned down, raking his teeth across my shoulder before stopping to bite.
The feral impression shook me. I moaned my surprise and slammed into him, swallowing his cock deeper, already thinking about the sticky, rich finale he'd create when he finally erupted.
Growling, Gabe clasped my ass and lifted me against him. He carried me several feet over, until my buttocks rested halfway on a hay bale.
Perfect leverage. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my ankles in tight.
His hard, meaty ass clenched beneath my feet. His thrusts came faster, faster, a pendulum of pure masculinity hurling into me. An Adonis in every way, shape, and form.
The fireball returned to my belly, screaming with need. I reached for his shoulders and clasped my hands around his neck. He'd given me a rare opportunity to touch him without any restraints, and I wasn't going to waste it.
“Sir, please come! I want it...I want your baby.”
Groaning, Gabe buried himself deep inside me, driving up with an almost mechanical heat. He split open, a loud roar leaving his lips.
There was a flash of something soft and blindingly hot pouring into my cervix, and then I couldn't feel anything but pure fire. God, the fire!
Lighting up my whole core, burning me down, smoking straight to my brain. My nerves, bones, and flesh hummed in unison, crying out with pain and pleasure and desperation to have his essence take root – anything and everything to have his baby.
Gabe's hands were like vices, locked hard and tight around me. Through the foamy pleasure consuming me, a funny realization hit me.
It's him that dominates, and only him. We don't need ropes or handcuffs or blindfolds. Just his gargantuan sorcerer's hands.
Orgasm dragged me high, straight through the old barn's roof. Eventually, the ascent slowed, and then I went falling back to earth, slamming back into my trembling body.
Quietly panting against his shoulder, the cold hit me. I looked up and caught his sultry gaze, only a little less fiery than before he'd spilled so much of his heat into me.
“Do you think we did it?” I whispered.
“I'm not taking any chances.” He smiled and stamped my forehead with his unmistakable kiss. “Come on. Let's get out of this cold barn and spend the rest of the night heating up your bed.”
V: Enjoy the Moment
The snow came heavy and wet, but I had to go to the train station up in White Fish anyway.
My day shift managing the Silver Quarter ended with just enough time to drive up there. I promised Gabe I wouldn't do anything stupid to draw attention to myself.
But I wasn't going to miss this for the world.
The mountain roads were icy, and the car slid a little as I rounded one of the inclines. After a few more minutes, I saw it, the long line of sleek metal cars prepped to take off and ferry the rain all the way to Seattle.
Sweet revenge. No, I can't really taste it, but I'm going to make it a feast for my eyes.
I glanced at the clock as I parked. Roughly ten minutes before the train departed, which should leave me just enough time to catch my last glimpse – hopefully ever! – of the Winkmans.
I pulled my long coat tight and walked carefully along the ice up to the station. The announcements were buzzing and several passengers milled about. It was mid-day, and at this time of year, the mountain train station was a ghostly shadow of itself.
Keeping my distance from the train, I walked along its sleek length, following its long silver line. Some windows were half-frosted – a grim sight that made me frown.
Bullshit weather. You won't steal my last chance at this...
Thankfully, many of the cars were empty. About halfway along the line, I saw the bloated face through the window with his trademark round spectacles.
Our former Mayor, Charles Winkman, the man I'd ruined. He didn't see me. He was too busy staring into the ether, straight ahead, no doubt distracted by his second wife snoozing on
his shoulder.
In the cozy Amtrak environment, he could forget his troubles, if only for a second. A humbling flash rippled through me.
Hm. Time really passes on, doesn't it? Today, I want to savor my triumph. Tomorrow, all this will probably seem a million miles away.
Again, my hand lingered to my belly. The baby growing inside me was only a couple months along, a sweet conception forged at a rare and obvious crossroads.
I walked forward a little further, pushing through a tall couple with several heaping stacks of luggage behind them.
When I saw him, my breath turned to ice, choked off by the instant disgust and fear Alan Winkman always created. But then I remembered he couldn't hurt me anymore, and it shouldn't matter if we had glass between us or not.
Half a decade ago, he'd wrecked my reputation, which was suddenly looking up. Now, he'd taken a beating in spades, and the Winkmans should've considered themselves lucky to escape indictment for their corruption.
I stopped and stared. Alan gazed through the frosty halo around the glass, adding his extra fog to the window in hot, measured breaths.
Several seconds passed, and he didn't see me. I could've stood like a disinterested traveler and let everything pass by. But the wicked streak inside me wasn't that easily satisfied.
I lifted a slow, gloved hand and began to wave. It caught his attention.
The transformation happened slowly. One minute, he was looking out, melancholy and bored. The next, he was practically foaming at the mouth, tears of rage flying from his eyes as he bent his elbows and flailed his fists at the window.
Giggling, I quickened my wave, imagining his frantic words behind the barely audible rattle of his impact on thick glass and metal.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! He was saying, chanting it like a mantra over and over again.
I jumped when I heard the shrill whistle. There was a sound like a whale blowing its breathing hole, and then the train's wheels began to move, pushing tons of steel along the track.
Alan kept screaming and thrashing behind the glass until he was out of sight, ignoring the attendant who ran up behind him, alarmed and shaking his shoulder.
“Bastard. Justice isn't so pretty, is it?”
“No, it's not,” a voice said behind me, deep and unexpected.
I jumped and spun around to see Gabe. He wore a heavy leather jacket and had his new black cowboy hat perched on his head.
“You decided to join me after all?” I said.
“In the flesh. Why wouldn't I want to share this with you after being so invested myself?”
I started to cry and slipped into his embrace. Those big, familiar, all soothing arms wound around me, making long, satisfying strokes along my spine.
“It's over, Ashley,” he said softly. “Pull it together. Forget about that little devil. If you think the last few months have been a whirlwind, you haven't seen anything yet.”
Boy, was that an understatement. I couldn't believe how fast everything came together after he stole the documents from the Mayor's office.
The break in and vandalism was in the paper the next day. But when Gabe dropped off the anonymous package at the Mountain Register the next evening, the reporters woke up to a media buffet unlike anything they'd ever seen.
Mayor Winkman's downfall was swift and stunning. He denied the charges, of course, even in a red faced emergency session called by the town council to decide on his removal late one night.
One week later, he was stripped of power and turned out of office, and the Winkman's business was no longer welcome anywhere in the city limits. Even Kappel's turned out Alan for his evening drink. They had no choice but to blow town, and fast.
When the family came back to gather the last of their things the week before, they'd found their house trashed and graffitied. In small towns, sheriffs sometimes take certain liberties with crooks, turning a blind eye to vigilante justice.
Mister Adams never heard from the regulators again. I was more than satisfied just having the saloon open again, but he surprised me a week later after Winkman's firing with a promotion to day shift manager.
And if that wasn't enough, one week after that I took the test. It confirmed what I'd already known from the tingling, sometimes uneasy changes in my body.
We did it. We made a beautiful baby, a precious cord for our whole future.
As on the day I told him, Gabe held me close. I listened to the steady clatter of trains embarking and people waiting, fighting the cold in his tight embrace.
“Let's get you out of here,” he said, leading me by the hand. “I want you to follow me to Hickman's Overlook. Don't worry, I already checked the roads, and they were fine.”
I looked at his mysterious eyes, wondering what he had in mind.
I loved surprises, and with Gabe, I'd gotten them a hundred times over. I shook my head as we parted ways and headed back to our vehicles, buzzing with the thought that I had a whole lifetime of pleasant wonders to look forward to with him.
I didn't understand the sheer truth of that notion until I pulled up next to him at the vast, windy scenic overlook high on Montana's smooth peaks.
Jesus, Gabe, I thought, stepping out and bracing myself against the winter wind. It's darned near freezing! This better be good.
Gabe's truck slid in next to mine and he came out, slung his arms around my shoulder, and led me to the snowy stone wall that kept visitors from tumbling off the cliff.
“We're moving your stuff into my place next week. Are you ready for that?”
“Haven't we been through this before?” I said, shivering as a strong gale cut through us. “You know I am, Sir! Don't have a second guess in my body.”
He smiled, a little shyly. Unusual for my man.
“Then I thought we'd better do this the right way. I can't have a woman in my house and a baby coming without making it official. And not just because I like formality. You know I love you, Ashley Lambert.”
My heartbeat picked up as he broke our embrace. Gabe stood in front of me and sunk toward his knees, reaching into his pocket.
I was still staring dumbstruck and open mouthed when he pushed the little box toward me. His thumb popped it open, revealing a ridiculously big stone set in gold.
“I...I...” I stuttered like a fool.
Gabe grinned, plucked the ring from his holder, and poised it near my finger. Another chill current roared down from the mountains, but I flushed red and started to sweat.
He's already done so much...and now this?
My brain struggled to understand what was happening. I couldn't believe that this incredible cowboy, this Dom, this man wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
“Like I said, you're the love of my life. But I think I'd love you even more if you'll become Ashley Avery. How about it?”
First, I answered by shoving my finger onto the ring. I held it up, glancing at the dancing golden stars in the dim daylight. It sparkled like the mountain snow reflecting the warm sun.
“Yes!” I looked down and put my hands on his shoulders, hoping he'd heard me as the wind began to howl. “Yes, yes, always yes! My heart belongs to you, Sir, and so does my body.”
Still smiling, he rose to his feet, and locked me in the biggest bear hug ever. We swayed gently on the mountain's edge, kissing and running our hands across each other, burning with a fire that could never be swept away by ice and wind.
At last, with my honor restored, I finally felt like I belonged to the world again. And not just the world, but to him, forever the cowboy's submissive, his mate, his lover.
And now, his wife.
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