Chapter Four
Brandon lay on his side and watched Meagan at the sink on the other side of the room. She was peeling potatoes for the evening meal.
He smiled to himself. She had insisted that she be allowed to cook dinner. That for some reason she had a desperate desire to be all domestic.
Jake was curled up next to her feet. It seemed his dog liked her as much as he did.
He laughed to himself. The woman was a treasure. So sure of herself. So confident, yet tender and vulnerable at the same time. A miracle.
As he lay there, his eyes drifted over that perfect form. She was wearing her jeans and his flannel shirt. Her chocolate hair hung free down her back. Her hips stretched her jeans just enough to remind him how perfect they were.
His heart hitched, so perfect. He needed her, again. It seemed like he was in a permanent state of need with this woman.
But it wasn’t only her body. He loved talking with her. He like to make her laugh. It made him feel special to see her happy.
Sighing, he watched as she shifted her balance.
That was all he needed. Pushing the blanket aside, he rolled off the bed and walked to her, never taking his eyes off those hips.
Reaching and arm around her he pulled her close.
“I need you,” he whispered as he pushed her hair aside to nuzzle at her neck.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she pushed her self back in into him.
“Yes, you do,” she said as she wiggled her bottom back and forth across his erection.
His world narrowed down to just her, to just this moment. He could no more of stopped himself than stopped the coming sunset.
Unbuttoning her jeans, he pushed them down and reached for her.
Leaning forward over the sink, she spread her legs to give him better access as she looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile that begged him to hurry.
Grabbing himself, he positioned his cock and pushed into her.
“Yes,” he grunted as he pulled back and then shoved forward filling her again.
As he sank into her, she wiggled and moved in an enticing dance that sent him to the stars.
The woman was perfect, he thought as he grabbed her hips and shoved himself into her over and over again.
He couldn’t get enough. He had to be buried inside of her.
Over and over he thrust until he exploded inside of her. Filling her with himself.
As the shudders washed away. He leaned over her, cradling her in his arms, unwilling to move, just soaking in the wonder of Meagan.
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Meagan stood at the window and looked outside into the soft morning light.
Her heart sunk as she watched the icilces drip from the roof.
The snow was melting. A warm front had moved in to ruin her world.
It had to end sometime, she thought as she turned to look at the man sleeping on their bed.
He was spread out like he’d collapsed after a week of hard work. She smiled to herself as she examined his glorious body. Those wide shoulders, that perfect butt.
Closing her eyes, she tried to lock in the memory that was Brandon.
Three wonderful days.
This was a memory she knew she would recall on her death bed. A sweet interlude that had changed her somehow. But it had to end.
Her life was below, in the town. His was up here in the mountains. And with the snow melting. It would be long.
She couldn’t ignore her gallery. She couldn’t ignore her life.
Besides, he hadn’t exactly asked her to stay. Deep inside, she hoped that he might. She would say no of course, her life was down there. But she still wanted him to ask.
Sighing, she pulled her eyes off the man in the bed and back to the world outside the window.
Maybe he could go to the Rangers today. If not, surely tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow, she thought, there wasn’t that big a rush.
Smiling to herself she returned to the bed. There was something she wanted to do. Something that before now, she would never have had the courage to do. Not in the daylight. Not in the morning while he slept.
Kneeling down next to the bed, she wormed her hand under his leg to take him in her grip. Gently prodding, she got him to roll over and giver her full access.
He moaned in his sleep as he threw an arm over his eyes.
Yes, she thought, there he was, in all his glory. And he was hers to do with she wished.
Bending forward, she gently took him into her mouth. Slowly moving her lips up and down his shaft as he grew bigger and bigger.
The power she felt was exhilarating. A strong feminine power that lifted her soul.
Her mouth and hand continued to caress him. To stroke and suck as he moaned again.
Getting into a rhythm, she bobbed up and down on him. Sucking, twirling her tongue around his tip, then returning to take all of him.
“Oh, Meagan,” he whispered as his hands came to her head, holding onto her, as she continued to move up and down.
“Yes, Yes,” He moaned as he thrashed side to side.
She felt him building. Clamping down with her hand she held him tight as he erupted into her mouth. Shooting himself down her throat as she took him all.
Over and over he shot it not her until there was nothing left.
“Oh Meagan,” he said again as he collapsed back onto the bed.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a satisfied smile.
Seeing him like this, satiated, wiped out, in fact. Was one of the best feeling in the world. She had done that to him, and he had loved it.
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One more day had turned into another three.
Meagan lay with her head on his chest as he slowly ran his hand up and down her back. It was a feeling that she feared she might never know again.
A feeling of contentment and security. As if nothing else in the world was as important as that moment together.
“I can’t stay much longer,” she said softly. Afraid of how he would react. Afraid of the pain the words would cause in her own soul.
“I know,” he said with a sad resignation that made her feel a little better. At least he hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to get rid of her.
“Maybe we could get together when you come down to town,” she said as she held her breath.
“I don’t come to town,” he replied with a finality that sunk any hope she might have had.
“But, you can always come visit me here,” he added, giving her some hope again. He wasn’t rejecting her, just town, just people.
The thought of visiting her secret lover up in the mountains sent a small thrill through her until she remembered this was only the beginning of the winter. Soon the snows would set in, the roads would be closed and there would be not getting to him.
What about in the spring, she wondered. As her mind raced with a thousand possibilities.
But what then, How could she ever live a life like that. Sneaking up into the mountains for a quick romp in bed, then back down to the city.
No, she wanted more, she needed more. But she couldn’t ask it. Not of him.
Brandon had been gallant, her hero, but he had never made promises. Not like that.
She couldn’t ask him to change his life if she was unwilling to changer hers. It wouldn’t be fair.
Sighing into his chest, she pulled him tight and held on as a sadness filled her. A sadness she was sure would never go away again.