Green Mountain Collection 1 by Marie Force (42)

Hannah slept fitfully that night and was up early on Tuesday to prepare for her meeting with Mrs. Hendricks, the owner of the Butler Inn, who’d agreed to mentor her through the opening of the retreat.

She rushed through a shower, dried her hair and got dressed in jeans, boots and a lightweight sweater. After grabbing a travel mug of coffee, she went out the mudroom door and found Gavin leaning against her SUV. The sky above them was dark and stormy looking.

Startled to see him, Hannah nearly dropped the coffee. When she recovered her bearings, she took a closer look and saw that his eyes were red and raw, as if he hadn’t slept or had been crying. Either was possible. He also hadn’t shaved and his hair was unrulier than usual. As always, she knew a moment of disquiet at his shocking resemblance to her late husband.

“Sorry to scare you. I was working up the nerve to knock on your door.”

Hannah knew she should say something, but she couldn’t seem to form the words and part of her didn’t want to let him off the hook too easily.

“I’m so sorry, Hannah.” His eyes filled with tears as he said the words. “I don’t know what in the hell possessed me to say that to you the other day when it has never once crossed my mind that you were anything other than faithful to him.”

As she blew out the deep breath she’d been holding for two days, she blinked back her own tears.

“I was shocked to hear you’re seeing Nolan, and I behaved badly. Will you please forgive me?”

“Yes, of course I forgive you.” The alternative was impossible to consider, and his apology had been beyond heartfelt.

The relief on his face was palpable. “On the way over here I was thinking about what I’d do if you couldn’t forgive me. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t, but the thought of losing you, too, was . . .” He shook his head and stared at something over her shoulder.

“You hurt me, Gav.”

His wince was audible. “I know.”

“You hurt Nolan, too.”

“I’m going to see him next.”

“It took me a really long time to work up the nerve to go out with him. A really long time, and you know what he did for all that time?”

Gavin shook his head.

“He waited.” Hannah curled her hands around the warm mug. “I should’ve told you myself when I saw you last week. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered how I heard. Between that news and losing Homer . . . I was thrown off balance last week. That’s my only excuse.”

“You think I don’t know how precarious the balance can be, Gav? I get it. Trust me, I get it better than anyone, but you and me . . . We’ve been in this together from day one, and it would break me if I lost you, too.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” He stepped forward and put his arms around her.

Hannah relaxed into his embrace, relieved and thankful for his apology.

“So you and Nolan, huh?”

“If I haven’t blown it.”

He drew back from her. “What do you mean?”

“After what happened at your place, I sort of took a step back from him so I could have some room to think.”

“How about I tell him you’re done thinking?”

Hannah smiled and shook her head. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it.”

“I will worry about it until I know you guys are back on track.”

“Someone was bound to say something that would send me reeling, so don’t beat yourself up.”

“I’m really sorry it was me. You both deserved better from me, and it won’t happen again.”

“I’m sorry you were blindsided. That won’t happen again either.”

“Fair enough.”

“Could I ask you something so incredibly awkward it doesn’t even bear asking, but it occurred to me the other day, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“After that segue, how could I resist?”

Hannah could barely make herself look at him. “I just, I wondered . . . because of how upset you were about me seeing Nolan, if perhaps maybe you had held out hope of some sort that you and I—”

He held up his hands. “Whoa, Hannah. I might’ve considered it for about ten minutes after Caleb first died, but I immediately dismissed it as something that could never happen because of how strange it would be for both of us—and I knew that no matter how hard I tried or how much I look like him, I could never fill that void for you. Whoever you chose to date, I think the first time would’ve thrown me for a loop. In my mind, you’ll always belong to him.”

“I will always belong to him, Gavin. Always. But I may also belong to Nolan, too, and I need you to be okay with that.”

“I am. I swear I am.”

She eyed him skeptically.

“I’m getting there.”

Smiling, she hugged him again. “Thanks for coming and for clearing the air. You’re so important to me. Regardless of where I am or who I’m with, I’ll always be a Guthrie.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way. See you this weekend?”

“I’m counting on you to give Homer a world-class send-off.”

“I’ll be there.”

Hannah watched him go, noting the familiar stride that was just like his brother’s. The hunch of his shoulders reminded her of the weeks after Caleb died, when his devastation had been so profound she and others had worried about him looking for a way out of the pain. Sometimes she suspected the only reason he hadn’t taken that route was because of what it would’ve done to his parents.

Gavin drove off in his company truck, and Hannah got in her car and headed to her appointment with Mrs. Hendricks. Afterward, she would stop by Nolan’s garage to get her tire pressure checked.

Pleased with her plan, she could only hope he’d be pleased to see her.

Returning from a service call that had required him to change a tire in the pouring rain, Nolan was soaked to the skin, pissed off and sleep deprived when he pulled up to the garage.

He hadn’t slept since sometime on Saturday, and his muscles were screaming from the workout he’d put them through splitting wood. While he’d appreciated Gavin’s visit earlier and was relieved to hear he’d apologized to Hannah, Nolan still hadn’t heard from her and until he did, his entire world was tilted off its axis.

If he’d never experienced the sweet surrender he’d found in her arms over the weekend, he probably could’ve gone on with his life. But knowing what they could have together and wondering if they’d get the chance to find out had left him edgy and out of sorts.

According to Skeeter, he was cranky as an angry alligator. It was probably an apt analogy, because he felt like he could bite someone’s head off if they looked at him the wrong way.

“Um, boss man?”

Nolan never slowed on his path to his office. “Not now, Skeet. I’m wet, cold and in bad need of dry clothes.”

“But, Nolan . . .”

“Not now, Skeeter.”

“Alrighty then. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

Nolan threw open the office door to find Hannah sitting at his desk, booted feet on the desktop and an issue of Car and Driver in her hands. He nearly fainted with the rush of oxygen that flooded his brain at the sight of her.

“Did you know the new Corvette Stingray V-8 coupe has 455 horsepower and 460 pound-feet of torque?”

He leaned against the doorframe, mostly so he would remain standing when the initial blast of adrenaline deserted him. “Do you have any idea what that means?” he asked, amused by the question.

“Not the first clue, but I take it to mean it’s fast as hell and turns on a dime.”

“Excellent deduction, Einstein. What’re you doing here?”

“I needed to get my air pressure checked. My tires were looking a little soft.”

“Skeeter could’ve done that for you.”

She looked directly at him. “I don’t want Skeeter.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

Nolan’s heart beat double time. “Are you sure?”

“That was never in doubt, Nolan.”

“I take it you saw Gavin this morning?”

“I did. You, too?”

“Yeah. By the time he was finished groveling, I wanted to apologize to him. It’s hard to see him still so messed up after all this time. I keep hoping it’ll get better for him, but sometimes I wonder if he’ll ever be able to move past it.”

“He will, eventually. When he’s ready.” She took a closer look at him. “How’d you get all wet?”

“Road-call tire change in the mud. Long story.” He looked behind the door and was disappointed to find the hook where he kept extra clothes empty. Then he remembered taking everything home to wash a week ago. The clothes he’d hoped to change into were home in his dryer. “I’m going to run home to change. Want me to check your tires first?”

“No, but maybe you could take me home with you?”

Nolan wrestled with a hundred different thoughts that raced through his mind at lightning speed. Hannah wanted to go home with him, which meant Hannah wanted to be alone with him. Since he wanted nothing more than to spend more time with her, he wanted to grab her hand and drag her out of there. Then there was the concern that his father might show up. But Vernon would expect to find him at the garage at this time of day, not at home, so it might be safe.

“Let’s go.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Hurry up or I might change my mind.” As if he’d ever change his mind where she was concerned.

Her feet dropped to the floor and she was out of the chair in two seconds flat. “Could I keep this?” she asked of the magazine.

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

“I want to know more about cars.”

“Because you’re thinking about a new one?”

“That and because you’re interested in them.”

Nolan wanted to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he was wet and dirty and she was pretty and perfect and looking at him as if he’d hung the moon. “Move it,” he said in a low growl, as he gave her a swat on the backside to get her going. “Skeeter,” he called into the garage. “I’m going to run home to change. Don’t tell anyone where I am.” Skeeter knew exactly what that meant.

“So by anyone, do you mean—”

“Anyone.”

“Got it.” Skeeter smiled as he took in the sight of Nolan’s hand riding low on Hannah’s back. “Take your time. I’ll cover for you.”

“Shut up, Skeeter.”

“I’m available all afternoon if need be.”

“Shut up, Skeeter.”

“I’m shutting up, and I’m going back to work. For the afternoon.”

Hannah was giggling madly by the time Nolan handed her up into his truck. “Quit laughing. You’ll only encourage him.”

“He’s adorable.”

“Oh yeah. Positively adorable the way a skunk in heat is adorable.”

That set her off again.

Shaking his head and filled with overwhelming joy to hear her laughing again, he walked around to the driver’s side. Before he started the truck, he stared at her for a long, breathless moment.

“What?”

“I missed you. Even though it was only one day, I was going crazy without you.”

“Nolan,” she said softly as she slid across the bench seat to lay her hand on his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop. No apologies for doing what you needed to do.”

“Then I won’t apologize for doing this either.” She drew him into a warm, soft, sweet kiss that would’ve brought him to his knees had he been standing.

“You never have to apologize for doing that either.”

“I missed you, too.”

Nolan reached around her to find the center lap belt, which he clipped around her waist to keep her sitting right next to him as he pulled out of the parking lot. He’d never been so sorry that his garage was right across the street from the Abbotts’ store. Otherwise, he might’ve sat right in his parking lot and made out with her until their lips were numb.

As it was, he was already hard as a rock despite wet, cold pants that were becoming tighter by the second. And then her hand landed on his thigh, and the last thing he was thinking about was the cold. “Don’t get too close. I’m dirty and wet.”

“I don’t care.”

The slap of the windshield wipers kept pace with the gallop of his heart. “I do.”

She leaned over to speak directly into his ear. “Have I ever told you how sexy I find men who get dirty from hard work? Huge turn-on.”

“Hannah . . .”

She bit his earlobe, and the truck swerved.

“Hannah!”

Her soft laughter had him pressing the accelerator much harder than he should have in his haste to get home. The twisting, winding roads that made up the Butler Mountain foothills had never intimidated him until Hannah was next to him, filling his senses with the scent he’d become addicted to. Turning into the dirt road that led to his house, he sped through puddles that splashed mud all over his truck. He’d worry about that some other time.

He braked hard, and the truck fishtailed in the mud. “Come on.” Releasing both their seatbelts, he took her hand and all but pulled her from the truck.

The heavens chose that moment to open in a freezing torrent.

Hannah squealed with laughter as they splashed through mud on the way to his front door. “Wait. Stop.” She pulled on his hand.

“Are you crazy? We’re getting soaked.”

“We’re already soaked.” She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. “What’s a little more soaked?”

“You are crazy.”

“Apparently so.” The rain came down hard as they stood in his yard, wrapped up in each other, the heat of their kiss warming him from the inside. Only when he felt her shiver in his arms did he break the kiss to lead her inside. They kicked off boots in the mudroom.

“Shower,” he said. “Now.”

Hannah’s lips had a bluish tinge as she nodded in agreement.

“This way.”

As he led her through the small house to his bedroom, Nolan said a silent prayer of thanks for the woman he paid to keep the place clean. Every dime he’d paid her for years had led to this moment. The bathroom attached to his bedroom sparkled as he turned on the water and helped her pull the soaking sweater over her head. Steam from the shower soon filled the small room as they tugged at clothes and laughed at the difficulty of removing wet denim.

Nolan followed her into the shower and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “This, right here, has to be what heaven feels like.”

Hannah leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Definitely.”

They stood under the hot water until Hannah stopped shivering, and then she turned to him, flattening her hands against his chest. “Hi, there.”

“Hi, yourself.”

“I’m having déjà vu. Seems like we’ve been here before.”

“Two whole days ago, even if it feels like two years have passed since then. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” He bent his head to kiss her. “Starting right now.”

“Want me to wash your back?” Hannah asked.

“As long as you do the front, too.”

She smiled as she held out her hand for the liquid soap he squeezed from a bottle and proceeded to fire every nerve ending in his body with a sensual massage that had the muscles in his legs quivering. And then she slid her soap-slicked hand up and down his rigid shaft, and he gasped from the almost painful pleasure that coursed through his body.

“My turn,” he said abruptly.

Her hair hung in wet strands around her face, which was rosy red from the heat of the shower. “No fair! I was just getting to the good stuff.”

“More good stuff to come after I get my turn with the soap.” The first thing he did after he filled his hands with the liquid was to ensure her breasts were nice and clean. Her shuddering responses had him hurrying as he rinsed them both. Reaching behind her, he shut off the water and then grabbed two towels. “Allow me,” he said when she would’ve taken one of them from him.

He dried her slowly, reverently, tending to every inch of porcelain skin before towel-drying her hair.

She returned the favor and drove him mad with the drag of the cloth over his straining erection.

Nolan took the towel from her and dropped it on the floor as he directed her from the bathroom into the bedroom, where he moved quickly to pull down the navy and cranberry plaid quilt he’d bought at the Abbotts’ store.

The matching navy flannel sheets were warm and cozy as he followed her into bed.

“Am I ruining your business with all the distractions lately?”

“I couldn’t care less if you are.”

“You do too care.”

“Right now all I care about is you. In fact, most of the time all I care about is you.” He kissed her with all the pent-up passion of the last few difficult days. “I desperately need to be inside you.” His hand slid over her belly and down to test her readiness with two fingers.

Hannah arched into him, her legs falling open to welcome him. “I dreamed about this the other night,” she whispered in his ear when he’d moved on top of her. “I woke up throbbing and needy.”

“You should’ve called me. I do house calls.”

Laughing, she said, “I almost did.”

He aligned their bodies and thrust into her tight heat in one long stroke that had them both gasping. “You can call me any time—day or night—and I’ll come to you and give you anything you need.”

“Anything?” she asked as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Pushing harder into her, he said, “Anything.” He intentionally moved slowly, intending to draw out the pleasure for as long as he could. But she had other ideas, moving her hips, squeezing him from within and running her tongue over the outer shell of his ear.

“Slow down,” he whispered desperately.

“Can’t.”

He pulled back and withdrew completely from her. “Yes, you can.”

“Nolan!”

Bending his head, he latched on to her nipple, licking and sucking until it stood up tall and proud and very red from his ministrations. Then he turned his attention to her other breast, drawing a keening sob from her as he worked to regain his own control.

Her fingers dug into his back as she moved under him, trying to get him back where she wanted him, but he refused to be rushed. Skeeter had the garage covered, and they were somewhat slow today anyway because of the lousy weather. There was really no reason at all he couldn’t spend the rest of the day in bed with Hannah. The realization calmed him and gave him the patience he needed to kiss his way to her belly, focusing on each hipbone and loving her reactions, which ranged from breathy sighs to moans to begging.

He parted her legs and propped them on his shoulders, her thighs quivering as he pushed them farther apart. Cupping her bottom, he lifted her to his mouth and feasted on her sweetness. She came almost instantly, calling out his name in the throes of intense release. He’d never heard anything he loved more than the sound of his name on her lips at that moment.

“Again,” he whispered against her most sensitive flesh.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He squeezed her bottom and went back for more, taking her up slowly this time as his cock throbbed under him, wanting in on the party.

Hannah fisted the sheets, her head thrown back as the desire once again peaked in a shuddering, trembling climax that nearly consumed him, too.

He quickly lowered her legs and moved up to enter her, prolonging her release with deep thrusts that finished him off in a tidal wave of pleasure that topped anything he’d ever experienced before, even with her. Their eyes met and held, and he grasped her hands, propping them over her head as he continued to move inside her.

“Let me have my hands,” she said.

He released them and wrapped his arms around her, wanting to keep her as close as he could get her.

She curled her arms around his neck, her fingers combing through his hair in soothing strokes.

“I love you, Hannah. I love you more than anything.”

“I love you, too.”

After hours and hours of uncertainty, Nolan could finally breathe again.