“I don’t want anyone else, Sull. Only you.” I circle my hand around his cock, guiding him home. “Now fuck me good and hard like I’ve been asking you to all day.”
He rails into me in one quick, rough thrust that lifts my hips off the bed. I rake my nails down his shoulders as I cry out. God, I’ve missed this. How the hell did I ever think one night would be enough with this man? A thousand nights would never be enough. I don’t give a flying fuck what Grandma Val thinks aboutWest men. This one’s mine, and I’m keeping him.
The bed bounces off the wall as he pummels me. It’s hungry, it’s savage, and yet, it’s so intimate I could cry.
Fuck.
I love him.
I love this grumpy ass man so much it might make me fucking cry.
I drag his mouth back to mine, kissing him almost violently as he drives his cock home over and over. It’s all I can do to keep my ankles locked at his lower back as he takes me on another trip to the edge of the cliff.
“Come for me, Lila,” he orders. “If you want me to drain my cock inside you, you have to come on it first.”
It’s not just an explosion of pleasure. It’s as though every cell in my body simultaneously bursts into confetti. My climax is so intense, I’m not entirely certain I haven’t gone blind.
Somewhere in my orgasm frenzy, Sull still inside me. He grips my ass with both hands, burying himself as deep as he can as he fills me.
I’ve never felt more complete in my life.
If I had any doubts about Daisy Hills being home before, they’re all gone in this moment. My home—my future—is here, with Sullivan. And tomorrow, after I tell off Grandma Val, I’m going to tell my grumpy mountain man exactly how I feel.
CHAPTER 12
Lila
Sullivan left me a note.
Afuckingnote.
It’s all I can think about as I enter Grandma Val’s mini mansion and make my way to the dining room where she and Audrey are already waiting. I’m a few minutes late on purpose, but I’m a few minutes later than I planned because the man I love was missing from my bed this morning. And in his place was a fucking note.
Lila, we can’t do this again. I won’t be the reason you lose everything. You deserve only the best, and I won’t stand in the way of that.
I squeeze my fist, crushing the stupid piece of paper even tighter. After I handle Grandma Val, I have to see a certain mountain man about his dumbassery.
But first, judgment day.
“You’re late,” Grandma Val says, a smug smile on her face. “I almost started without you.”
“Go ahead,” I say, unbothered. “Give the recipe to Audrey. You were always going to anyway, right?”
Audrey, my poor unsuspecting cousin, looks shocked.
Grandma Val, however, looks amused.
“You were never going to win, dear,” Grandma Val says, sliding a sealed envelope across the coffee table to Audrey who’s seated on a loveseat opposite her. “The odds are just not stacked in your favor. Ever since your mother?—”
“Can you just cut the shit already, Grandma? I’mnotmy mother. In case you haven’t figured it out, I don’t even keep in contact with her anymore. It’s not my fault she didn’t tell you about me until I was twelve. It’s also not my fault that she turned out to be a horrible person. In fact, that’s probably more your fault than anyone else’s.”
“Well I?—”
“I’m not done.”
Audrey bites back a smile, and knowing I have an ally gives me the courage to keep going.
“I’m adding a raccoon to my logo. I’m not going to pretend that Roxi didn’t break into my bakery and get drunk off my desserts, because that’s exactly what happened. If that turns people away, so be it. But I think it’ll have the opposite effect. I will succeed or fail on my own. Your recipe is not the lifeline I once thought it was. I may have a track record of bad decisions in my wake, but moving to Daisy Hills and taking a chance on my dream is not one of them. Neither is falling for Sullivan West.”