Chapter 70

70

H enry must have carried me to the other bedroom at some point during the night because I wake up sandwiched between Dylan and Theo. The weak light of early autumn mornings bathes us in a golden glow, dust motes dancing in the air over the bed. I stretch, my muscles deliciously sore from yesterday.

"How are you feeling, Sunflower?" Theo murmurs, his hand stretching over my stomach and pulling me flush against his body.

"Wonderful."

"You're not sore from yesterday?" he asks, cupping one of my breasts and snuggling his face into the crook of my neck.

"I don't think so."

"Good." He smooths my hair back from my face, kissing my cheeks. "Do you think we'll still be doing this in forty years?"

"Doing what?" I ask, my gaze tracing Dylan's sleeping face.

"Finding risky places to have sex."

"I hope so," I laugh.

"Maybe that's the way we'll go out," Dylan mumbles, opening those big brown eyes and blinking at me like an owl.

"Morning," I whisper, leaning forward to kiss him. He cups my head, pulling me closer .

"Finally!" Henry barrels into the bedroom, clutching three cups of coffee in his large hands. "I was beginning to wonder if the three of you would ever wake up."

"What time is it?" I ask, confused.

"It's after ten, and I'm ready for breakfast."

Damn. I don't know the last time I slept that late.

"Did I finally tire you out?" Henry asks, setting the coffee on the nightstand and climbing on top of me, pressing his lips to my ear. “I never thought I would find someone who could keep up with me. I always thought something was wrong—that I wanted too much, too often. You proved me wrong. Thank you, Isla." I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight, letting him pull me into his arms.

Dylan and Theo both sit up, sipping at their coffee, bleary-eyed. Henry sits and pulls me into his lap, handing me my coffee. I'm not going to lie, drinking my coffee in the lap of a smoking hot man may just be my favorite thing ever.

"As soon as the three of you get ready, we can head up the mountain. There's a café at the top where we can eat breakfast," Henry says.

Dylan, Theo, and I share the extra large shower, taking turns stepping in and out of the double showerheads. This is the first time I've showered with them that we haven't ended up doing something sexual, and as dull as it sounds, there's something so intimate and vulnerable about sharing a shower. It has me feeling all gooey on the inside. I'm the last one out of the bathroom, thanks to my unruly hair. Dylan kneels and helps me pull on my boots, lacing them up quickly. He pulls me to my feet, keeping my hand in his as we walk out the door.

It's only a ten-minute drive to the parking lot and a short walk to the gondola. I can't help but giggle when another couple and their two small children are ushered onto the same gondola as us. The mother is carrying an infant strapped to her chest, only the baby's tiny nose peeking out. A little boy, maybe three or four, clings to the dad's leg, studying us.

"Hello," I say softly, waving at the boy. Dylan and Henry smile at him, but Theo keeps his trademark scowl, and I have to elbow him in the ribs before he terrifies the poor kid.

"Did you know Ben Nevis is the biggest mountain in Scotland?" the boy asks.

"Really?" Henry asks, crouching down so they’re on the same level.

The boy nods vigorously, his eyes lighting up. "It's a volcano from thirty-five thousand million years ago. It exploded in the largest explosion ever, and now it's only a mountain."

"That's amazing!" Henry says, his eyes sparkling.

"What's your name?" the boy asks Henry, moving several steps closer.

"Henry."

"Why do you talk funny?"

"I talk funny, do I?" Henry laughs. "I'm from the United States. Do you know where that is?" The boy nods but doesn't say anything. "Do you want to know the tallest mountain in the United States?" Henry asks. The boy nods again. "Its called Denali."

"But it's not bigger than Ben Nevis, right? Ben Nevis has to be the tallest mountain in the world!"

Henry bites his lip, doing an impressive job of hiding his smile. "I'm not sure, little man. I'll have to find out."

"Otay." The dad grabs the little boy's hand as we arrive at the top. "Bye, Henry!" he calls, waving as he exits the gondola. The parents smile, and the mom gives a little wave before leaving.

"Well, that was just about the sweetest thing I've ever seen," I say, taking Henry's hand as we walk off the platform. "You're going to be such a good dad someday."

"Only if it's mine," he says nonchalantly.

I freeze, looking up at him in shock.

"I'm kidding!" he laughs, wrapping his arms around me and leaning close to my ear. "Do you think I would be pushing their cum back inside you if I really felt that way?"

"Don't say stuff like that in public," I whisper, my cheeks flaming.

"Why not? You're so goddamned cute when you blush. "

I shake my head. "It's too freaking early for this."

"You'll feel better once you get some food in your stomach."

We step outside the gondola building, and I see the view for the first time. It steals the breath from my lungs. This is it. This is where I want to be married.

Dylan takes one look at my face and grins, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "We have a winner, don't we?"

I nod, turning in a circle and taking in the 360-degree view of my country. Sometimes, I forget about the beauty of where I live. The rain and wind get to me. The bitterly cold winters settle into my bones. But this– this– God. I can't even describe the feeling of home that roars through my blood. Some ancestral part of me is tied to this land. Even the ripping wind can't change my mind that this is the place.

"Please say you guys feel the same thing I'm feeling?"

"I only need to look at your face to know this is it, Sunflower," Theo murmurs, wrapping his arms around me from behind me and resting his chin on my shoulder. Dylan and Henry nod in agreement.

"You're sure? It's going to be freezing. There will be snow on the ground. It could be foggy," I warn.

"We're sure, Isla." Henry and Dylan each take one of my hands, and the three of us stand there, soaking in the absolute rightness about this place. My full body shiver is what finally interrupts the moment. Theo takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders, practically dragging me toward the lodge. The restaurant is cozy and warm; shining wood and soaring ceilings take center stage. We completely forget about our plans to hike to the summit. Instead, we sit by a window with an incredible view, eat the amazing food, and sample a ridiculous amount of whiskey they keep bringing around on a little cart.

We decide that we don't need to see the ship and instead plan to make a detour to the fairy pools. I open my phone and scroll through some holiday rentals, hoping to find something fun for one night.

"Have the three of you ever ridden horses?" I ask, feeling foolish for even having to ask .

"Where do you think our love of going fast comes from?" Theo asks, grinning.

"You're serious?"

"We're from Tennessee, Sunflower. Of course, we know how to ride horses. Do you?"

" Do I ?" I shake my head in disbelief. "I don't understand how we've never talked about this before."

"We've been a bit busy since the day we showed up on your doorstep, Isla. Nobody has had much time for riding horses."

"That's true. I do ride. I don't have my own horse, though. I sometimes ride Jack's, but it's been forever."

"Why are you asking if we ride?" Dylan asks, moving the conversation along.

"I have an old family friend who owns a farm not far from the fairy pools. She rents out rooms for guests. Kind of like a bed and breakfast."

"Book it," Henry says, standing up and stretching. "Do you guys want to head back down?" I can't help the way my gaze slides down his body, snagging on the prominent bulge in his pants. I stand, allowing Theo and Dylan to go first so I can talk to Henry.

"What's happening there?" I ask, biting my lip as I trace the outline of his cock with my eyes.

Henry clears his throat and adjusts himself, his cheeks red. "I was thinking about you riding a horse."

"Hm."

"Naked."

"Henry!" I slap his arm, laughing. "Do you know how uncomfortable that would be?"

"Without a shirt then?" he asks hopefully.

"You're hopeless."

"Hopelessly in love with you," he says, putting his arm around me, his hand casually resting on my ass.

"Do you think you'll still be like this when you're old and gray?" I ask as we hurry to catch up with the guys .

"There will never be a day when I don't think about railing you, Isla. I may have to pop a little blue pill, but I'll get the job done."

"Oh, so I'm a job now?" I tease.

"Yeah, and I'm the CEO-DYD."

"What does that stand for?"

"The chief executive officer of dicking you down." I roll my eyes, biting my lip to contain my smile.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, Isla MacLeod." He scoops me into his arms and follows Theo and Dylan onto the empty gondola, a dangerous glint in his eyes.