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Michael
A vacation. That’s what we both need to get our minds off of real life—and Chet’s words. He’d hit on some sore spots, that asshole. Like saying I couldn’t commit. Like mentioning how he wanted to have kids with Brianna.
I hadn’t even thought about kids. But aren’t we supposed to know these things about each other? Maybe not at first because this is an arrangement. But now…this has gone beyond an arrangement. We’re in a relationship and there are things—important things—she doesn’t know about me.
Damn Chet and his meddling.
Once we arrive in Aspen, however, I forget all about Chet and my own worries. Brianna is like a child, her eyes wide as she takes everything in.
“I’ve never seen mountains like this before,” she says. “There’s snow!”
I wait while she looks at the Rocky Mountains and everything else in sight. The trees, the sky, the chipmunks on the side of the road. Her eyes are wide, and a moment of tenderness hit me hard. I want to be in Brianna’s life, and I’m lucky she’s mine.
Knowing that, I want more. I need more. I don’t know Brianna the way I want to, and it’s time to fix that.
She turns to me, tucking her hands into her sleeves. “Have you been here before?”
“More than once. My family has a place up here.”
“Really? Wait.” She narrows her eyes at me. “That’s not where we’re going, is it? I thought you won this place in the auction—”
“I did.” I pull her against me, unable to stop touching her. This. This is what we need. Just us together. The whole weekend. “This is the Beckett place. They’ve been thinking of selling and I’ve been looking into buying. It gives me a good chance to check things out.”
“Ah. I see.”
She lifts her chin so I can kiss her, and I oblige immediately. Her lips are soft and warm, even though the rest of her is cold. I wrap my arms around her as she shivers, and all I can think is how I want to get her to the cabin and by a fire.
Naked.
My cock hardens, pressing against her hip. Her breath eases out. “I think…I think we should get to the cabin.”
“Just what I was thinking.”
By the time we reach the Beckett place, however, Brianna is distracted again with the mountains and the forest. And when we pull up to the cabin, her breath catches.
“This is not a cabin,” she says, staring out the window.
I stop in the driveway. She’s out of the car before I can say anything.
I’ve seen the place before. It’s bigger than our cabin, though not quite as new. They’ve done a ton of work on it, though, and it’s cozy. Well-designed. And the views are amazing.
“It’s a cabin. That’s what they’re all called up here,” I tell her, going for the back of the car to grab our luggage.
“It’s a mansion! A rustic one, I’ll give you that, but this place…” Her voice trails off.
I glance around the car to find she’s vanished. “Brianna?”
I leave the car and walk to the side of the house. She stands there staring at the wrap-around porch. “Have you seen this? The porch? And the view?”
“It’s even better from the back. Why don’t you go take a look?”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She walks around the back of the house while I grab a few bags and bring them inside. There’s a vase of fresh flowers on the table just inside the door and a note from Mrs. Beckett.
We’ve stocked the refrigerator and Rosie will be out to check on you each morning. She already mentioned she’d love to cook for you one night. Please help yourself to anything in the wine cellar.
--Bonnie Beckett
She left the code for the security alarm and a few other names and numbers in case we run into any problems. It’s early fall and the weather is cooling but I doubt we’ll have any issues with the weather.
I hear the front door open and quiet footsteps walk to join me in the kitchen. When I look up, Brianna’s smiling. The happiest I’ve seen her.
It seems like she’s dropped a lot of the stress she had from earlier this week as well, and it feels good that I’ve been able to give her this time away.
Brianna’s happiness is my responsibility now, and I’m taking it seriously. Much to the amusement of my family. Even Liv has called and told me I’m doing a good job. And that I need to keep it up. And then she threatened me not to ruin it so she can have a sister-in-law.
Damn, my family is falling for Brianna as much as I am. If I weren’t so caught up in the feeling, I’d realize how dangerous it is.
“This place is amazing,” Brianna says, walking to me and putting her arms around me.
I turn to her and lift her chin for a kiss. It’s meant to be a light peck, but when her body melts against mine, I can’t keep the kiss light. Or simple. It turns into a flash of heat, our tongues tangling and hands running all over each other.
“God, I want you,” I say, voice husky, backing her against the counter.
She slides her hands under my shirt, turning me on even more. “What about the rest of our luggage?”
“Really,” I murmur, my lips on her ear, “you’re thinking about luggage? I must not be doing my job then…”
I hike her up and set her on the counter, my dick jerking at her gasp.
“No,” she says breathless. “You’re doing your job just fine.”
“Not sure yet…”
I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it off, tossing it aside. I let my eyes feast on the curves of her breasts. They rise high in a smoky gray bra, the lace tickling her curves and making my mouth water.
“I got this especially for our trip,” she says with a sly smile. “It’s a matching set.”
“I’ll have to see it to believe it.”
She opens the button on her pants and undoes the zipper. I catch the slightest glimpse of similar colored underwear, and it nearly kills me not to have her under me right now.
“Very nice,” I say.
I reach around to grip her hair, and then slowly tilt her head back so I can ravage her mouth. I spread her thighs so I can get in as close as possible, so I can run my tongue along hers, and then across her bottom lip before I bite it.
Her breath yanks in again, and then her hands run under my shirt and across my abdomen, making it quiver.
“Fuck,” I hiss, realizing I should have brought her to the bedroom first. The things I want to do to her require a more level surface.
But her hands won’t stop moving, and they feel so good. So warm. When she undoes the button on my jeans, I pull them down and step out of them, then take off my shirt so she can keep touching.
Her fingernails scratch my back, sliding up and down and driving me crazy.
“Brianna,” I breathe. “I need to see you. All of you.”
She scoots forward as if to get off the counter, but I only catch her legs around my waist and make sure she’d holding on tight before I lift her and turn from the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her breath tickling my ear.
I fight a shiver. “Upstairs.”
“I haven’t even seen the rest of the house yet,” she says with a laugh.
“We’ll have time for that later. Right now, I want to bury myself in you.”
Her thighs clench around me and she kisses my cheek, my jaw, and everywhere else besides my mouth as I carry her upstairs and to the closest bedroom.