Their Sweet Haven (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #6)

7. Hannah

SEVEN

hannah

I told him it’d be hard.

That it’s a lot more work that takes a long time to get results.

But he understood that.

He stuck to it.

His desk is covered with books on farming - crop rotations, crossbreeding, proper amounts of fertilizer, everything else. More books on the business end, how to make all of this work and keep his head above water, and not just treating this like some sort of long vacation.

All I can do is bring him some coffee and his favorite brownie, made with white chocolate and almonds. The man would work himself to death if I didn’t show up to remind him that he’s still just a human being.

It’s been quite a hectic six months.

Henry’s business crumbled like a house of cards. Yes, he was using sawdust. But he also had poor storage of his perishables and often used expired milk and eggs. Then Elias suggested some of the other agencies take a look at his business practices, and found that he was paying his employees less than he’s legally allowed to, avoiding paying overtime, and generally just being an awful boss. An audit was the coup de gras, finding out that yes, he had bribed Fred to fraudulently close my bakery down.

“Don’t you think you’ve studied enough today? There are classes for this, it doesn’t all have to be self-taught,” I say, giving him a shoulder rub.

“I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“There’s plenty of folks in Evergreen Valley that can give you practical advice. And nothing saying you need to plant something now. Isn’t letting the dirt rest a thing?”

“It is. But you know how it is. I also just have spite motivating me.”

Getting the farm and making it work didn’t come easily either. Elias’s father wasn’t happy and didn’t think he’d succeed. He’d thought his son had gone batty and was, quote, ‘just chasing pussy’. Calling me the bad influence. I guess I should take that as a badge of honor.

His anger didn’t mean much. Elias had money through his grandfather, not his father, and as an adult, he was free to do as he pleased with it. It was enough to live comfortably for awhile, hence my reminder he didn’t need to plant anything immediately. We could have no income for ten years and be perfectly fine.

And even then, I still had my bakery. I’m by no means rich, but I’m not struggling either.

God, I’m already talking like we’re inseparable. And we pretty much have been for the past few months. Despite the long drive between our homes, every minute of the drive is worth it to be with him. That said, I’m happy the farm house he purchased from the Hendersons is a whole lot closer than his old apartment. He’s worth the commute, but if I don’t have to I don’t want to.

I figured things between Elias and his father would heal eventually, even though right now, he’s delusionally convinced himself this farmer thing is Elias playing fourth-dimensional chess, because when he does get into politics, I again quote, ‘people love that folksy crap’.

I pull up a stool next to him and just sit for a while as he sips his coffee, looking through the back window of the house. It’s a big glorious view for this patio window, seeing the fields for miles and the sunset on the horizon. The familiar yet beautiful orange and purple glow of it all will never get old to me.

“Let’s go out to the patio, Hannah,” he says, never taking his eyes off the view.

I don’t answer, I just follow. We walk out, and the light autumn breeze of the dusk tickles me as we sit down on the porch swing.

“Before I met you, Hannah, I can’t believe how aimless I was. How I was just following my dad’s plan for lack of will of my own.”

“His plans weren’t bad ones. You were great at being health commissioner and I’m sure you’d have been fine as a politician. Maybe too honest to be a successful one, though.”

“I'd rather not sell my soul to get ahead, yes.” He holds me close, massaging my shoulder as we watch the night descend. “I mean it though. I’ve never felt more passionate and alive than I do now. Pursuing something real. Something where I’m going to actually see the results of my work, and the smiles I’ll bring to faces.”

“That is certainly a nice perk of what I do. We’ll see if you can do the same thing with tomatoes.”

“Hey, people like tomatoes.”

“They definitely do.”

“That’s besides my point. You opened my eyes. You opened a window for me. You changed my life for the better. All while being the sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

I laugh softly. “If you love me so much why don’t you marry me?”

It was meant to be a goofy joke, I didn’t even put much thought into it when I said it.

“OK, sure, I’ll do just that.”

I didn’t think much of that either.

Until I look down between us and see him holding a small velvet box, open, with a diamond and emerald ring in place.

I gasp at it in utter shock.

“Marry me, Hannah. Make this American dream of mine become completely true.”

I always expected my wedding proposal to be incredible. This, though? In front of a wonderful scene of nature, being in the arms of the man I love, right outside of the home we hoped to build our family in?

This is more romantic than I could ever hope for, by a country mile.

“Yes. Yes, of course, Elias. Without hesitation.”

We kiss. He slides the ring on my finger. It looks absolutely astonishing there, a constant reminder of the man who is madly in love with me and wants to spend the rest of my life with me.

“I’m so excited,” I say, the joy vibrating through me.

“As I am. You’re my everything, Hannah.”

I want him. I need him. I love him.

I straddle him on that porch swing. Today was meant to be a lazy day around the house, so I’m only dressed in my panties and one of his old t-shirts, big enough to act as a sort of nightgown for me. He’s a bit more well-dressed in some jeans and a button down flannel shirt.

I’ll fix that right quick.

Those buttons get snapped away as I go down his body and enjoy what’s in front of me.

“Oh? What’s gotten into you?”

“The desire to celebrate my engagement.”

“Is this how we’re celebrating? Because I like where this is going.”

Even through the denim, I feel him hardening. His desire for me is so strong, and it really makes me feel like some sort of sexual goddess like no man has ever made me feel before.

His hands on my hips, they ride up my body, taking hold of that t-shirt and pushing it up and over my head, letting my tits fall free and right into his face. He kisses them, his tongue running a light touch around my nipples and driving me ever so slightly crazy. A delightful tingling follows his touch, stoking the fires of passion within me.

I pull off his belt, and help him shimmy his jeans down his legs, not wasting too much time in fussing with what’s not of concern to me. The swing glides back and forth under the weight of our movements, and I’m sure it’s only going to get more chaotic.

Still on top of him, I grind against his bare cock with my still-covered pussy, the cotton teasing him as well as me. Up and down his length, he shudders, his need so strong for me.

“You like pushing my limits, don’t you? Seeing how much I can really take before I hold you down and just fuck you.”

“As much as I’d like that, I don’t think we need to change much to end your torture, my lovely Elias.”

I push my panties to the side, letting our sexes meet bare, the head of his cock tickling my pussy lips. I urge him toward me, rising myself just a bit so I can properly begin to slide down his length, and feel the sheer intensity of him filling me so completely. The way we fit together is the universe’s way of saying that we’re perfect for one another.

The swing rocks back and forth, adding some spice as we begin to properly fuck one another. Up and down, back and forth, his cock explores my pussy completely, testing me, teasing me, and finding new ways to please me. I pant, and moan, knowing this is only the beginning.

He holds me steady, letting me rise and fall on his length, the intensity of our need for one another pushing the both of us forward in our rhythmic haste. I nibble on my lip, trying to hold in the sounds of my delight as it wracks me, hoping that what will come with my ultimate climax will be even greater than anything I’ve felt before.

The warmth of his hands as he explores my body, making sure that each and every inch of it is as appreciated as the rest of me. I’m not boobs or a pussy to him, I’m a whole woman, one who should be worshiped completely, and treated right.

Faster still his cock pistons in and out me, each stroke building on the last. The creaking and swaying of the swing, making the experience all the more novel. His naked cock deep inside me, the tightening of his balls, my mouth and pussy both salivate at the joy that is to come.

Not just from this tryst. But for my life.

To feel him fill me. To potentially seed me, and hope for it to take root to build the family that we had talked about building together so many times.

Knowing that it will be founded in absolute love and devotion to one another. The smile it brings to my face is so wide that some may see me as a bit crazy, but I can’t deny that it’s simply how Elias makes me feel.

He fucks me harder. Every thrust going deep. His fingers always find their way between us, massaging my clit, making sure that it gets the love and attention that it deserves. He knows that a good cock, while definitely helping a whole lot, doesn’t always get the job in making a woman cum.

I think Elias could pull it off for me with his cock alone. He’s that good.

But part of the reason I love this man is that he doesn’t take chances.

He wants to make me cum, and he’s going to fucking do it.

The heat inside me has grown so intense, so powerful. My entire body tightens up in anticipation of him. Our lips lock, our tongues entwine, we are so fully enraptured with one another, so tight, the closest two can ever go toward becoming one.

I cry out, I scream for him, my voice echoing over the fields, but freely and shame free, knowing no one but the two of us can hear our love, and for now? I’m just fine with that.

One more stroke, one more rub, and I’m fucking lost. The fire erupts, it’s uncontrollable, the sensation of bliss running wild within me. I sing for him, and only him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his face buried in my tits.

Elias is right there with me. Knowing my orgasm is the permission he needs for his own. His hands hold my hips tight as he thrusts deep within me, wanting me to have every drop of his seed as much as I want to take it.

The absolute warmth of it all. God. What a wonderful cherry on top of everything else.

The swing continues to creak back and forth beneath us, soon that was the only sound against the serenity of the night.

I giggle, looking him in the eye, and kiss him one more time. “I love you, Elias.”

“And I love you, Hannah. Always and forever.”

We would stand by one another, and face all of our challenges together. They would be difficult, there would be obstacles, there would be highs and lows, but as long as we’re together, Hannah and Elias?

There isn’t anything that can stop us.