Chapter Six

Nick

Now I’m wondering if I’ve been hit in the head. Emma lies on my lap, and I stroke her hair, listening to her sleep, fantasizing about what cookies we’ll make when she wakes up. I’m not even sure where the morning went at this point. We talked about her baking for at least an hour and then she sort of dozed off. I’m sure I plowed the driveways, I remember the pushing snow, but the details are a blur.

I pull up into the quarry and push a bucket of snow up and out of the way so I can turn the truck around and head back down the mountain, but the scrape against the rocks wakes Emma. Part of me hopes that when she opens her eyes, she’s back to good. I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I’m not interested in her when she’s making so many advances. That said, I like where this is going, and I hope life stays this way forever.

“Where are we?” Her voice is groggy as she rubs sleep from her eyes and sits up with her hair all a mess. “It’s gorgeous up here.”

I park at the top of the hill and stare out at the mountain range before us. “It sure is. You can see half the range up here and that alpine lake.” I nod down toward the turquoise waters pooling beyond the quarry.

“Oh my God! This is stunning! Why haven’t we come up here before?” She slides under my arm and tucks against my chest. I guess that means she hasn’t remembered anything yet.

Fuck!

“Yeah, I come up here with coffee some mornings and just think.”

She glances up at me with those warm green eyes that I can’t help but fall into. “About what?”

My heart hammers and for some reason, even this stare gets my cock going.

“I don’t know. Life, I guess. I think about the tree farm and how my parents would’ve kept it going.”

“You don’t think they’d be happy with how you guys are doing things?”

“I think they’d have wanted us to be more organized, and I know they’d have wanted me to play a bigger role than showing up to play Santa on Friday’s and Saturday’s during the holiday season.”

“But you like doing this, right? You have your own thing and you’re helping people.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not that part that I’m thinking about.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s the family part. I have no idea why all my brothers and I were stunted when it came to women, but I’m feeling behind. My parents at my age had five boys and a farm. All I did was inherit their acres and—”

“And you started your own business.” She smiles and climbs up onto her knees, bending in toward me for a kiss. “Not to mention you’re marrying me, so we can get started on that family sooner than later, if you want. You just have to promise you’ll never leave.”

“Why would I leave, princess?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. We’ve talked about my experiences with being part of the foster care system before, but it was so hard to get placed somewhere only to have them send you back without any real explanation on why. I thought I was a good kid. It’s the knowing that you’re being traded around like baseball cards that fucks you up. Hell, I wasn’t even one of the good ones.” She chuckles as she says, “Honestly I think I was the extra one you threw in so someone could get the Babe Ruth they always wanted.”

I nod and pull her closer knowing that it’s wrong to say what I’m about to say. Then again, nothing else in my life has ever felt so right. “I’m not going anywhere, princess. You’d have to kick me out and set me on fire.”

Her lips land on mine, and though I know I should be a gentleman and push her advances away, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want her.

My hand lands on her back and I force the seat back in one fluid motion as I guide her across my lap.

Her thighs spread, and she straddles me, hooking her hands behind my neck as she leans in and kisses my lips, my neck, and the lobes of my ears. I’m trying not to react. I know I shouldn’t, but holy fuck there’s no reprieve. There are no words. She’s just a soft, little princess and I need to make her mine. I need to take care of her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and push up the back of her shirt, scooping over her round ass as she lifts and kisses me deeper.

The radio plays a song I know I’ve heard, but I can’t focus on any of it, and suddenly, the heat that’s been pumping through the vents is overwhelming. I tear my hand away for a second to turn the dial down.

“I need you!” she pants, moaning into my mouth with a sigh. “I can’t wait any longer!”

“I need you too, princess.”

“So then take me.”

“Right here?” I swallow hard and will myself to stop touching her, but before I know what’s right, I’m pulling the fabric down on her shirt and my mouth is moving from her lips to the hard tip of her nipple. “You don’t want to fuck right here. You’ll regret it.”

“I won’t regret it!” There’s desperation in her voice, an aching as though she’s being tortured and I’m the salvation she’s been looking for. How can I deny her that?

She reaches between us and moves her hand over my cock and moans, as my brain suppresses whatever reasoning I have left.

Fuck!

She stares at me. “Please. I need you to fill me up.”

Looking at her, I want nothing more than to fill her tight, little pussy with come, but there’s so much riding on this decision. First off is the part where she’s out of her mind. Second, she won’t remember the first time we were together if this did work out. Third, I’m not one hundred percent sure she’d talk to me ever again if I go through with this. Sure, she’s asking me now, but what happens when the world is less fuzzy?

“We should wait and plan something special. I want to make sure you’re feeling better. That makes sense, right?” Saying those words are like sticking knives into my back and twisting them. I’ve never betrayed myself more.

“No,” she laughs. “We don’t have to wait. We can feel good right now. Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer if my life depended on it. In fact, I think my life might actually depend on me sinking onto your cock right now.”

Fuck!

Something inside me ignites and there’s no going back. Those sweet little lips and all those filthy words. The blood has left my brain, and all sense of reasoning is gone. As fucked as it is, I’m taking this little princess. I can’t deny this any longer.