Adam’s P.O.V.
Fuck, if my little mate was about to keep this up, I would blow my load like a fifteen-year-old looking into his first Playboy magazine. My eyes rolled back all the way to where they could probably see my own brains, feeling her bare for the very first time. The tight clench of her pussy, her wetness, fuck… I could even sense my precum marking her already, my scent nesting inside of her. My fucking canines were already coming out and I was only just inside of her.
My hips had found a glorious rhythm of rocking in and out of her. The wet sounds of our fucking, the cracking of the bed on the wooden floors, the sweet sounds she was making as I hit her G-spot stroke after delicious stroke, it was all too much for me right now.
“Where do you want me to bite you, baby?” I panted, knowing that right now, I wasn’t able to hold on for much longer.
 
Jenna’s P.O.V.I blinked, waking up and feeling disoriented for a moment because somehow my brain for a second still thought that I was back in Chicago in Jules’ apartment. But as my consciousness slowly returned, I became acutely aware of a new sensation souring through me, bringing me right back into Fairview, into Adam's room.I somehow felt different waking up, but it wasn’t the kind of different that would send alarm bells ringing. It was a good kind of different, a sense of profound calm and security I had never experienced before.The memories of the previous night flooded my mind, the raw intensity of Adam’s mark, and his declaration of claiming me as his mate, forever. The connection we shared had always been undeniable, but somehow seemed nothing compared to what I was feeling for the man right now. I could feel his energy, his warmth, like a warm undercurrent in my veins before I had even touched him or
Jenna's P.O.V.6 months laterThe sun streamed through the big windows of the kitchen, overlooking the backyard and the woods in the distance, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floors of Gran’s old house, or as we now said; our house. It was a bittersweet morning, one that marked the ending of one chapter, and the beginning of a whole new chapter in Adam’s and my life. Today was official moving day, and we were finally ready to call this place our home.Months of hard work had gone into the remodeling of Gran’s house. Together with Anderson’s Construction, Adam and I had gone into the remodeling of Gran’s house. Together, we had transformed the old, creaky place into a cozy haven of our liking. It was our labor of love, a testament to our commitment to each other, and to the new life we were building together.I walked into the kitchen, savoring the scent of fresh paint and the p
“How is your uncle’s house going?” Koda asked me, walking toward a cooler and grabbing a can of soda for himself. And I took a mental note that since Adam had just installed the refrigerator, I guess we could start loading the fridge in as well, once the boxes were all emptied out.“Good. It’s actually done.” I smiled, referring to my late uncle Ben’s house. I had taken some time to think about my options on what to do with the house that I had grown up in. But once the decision had been made, I had been over the moon and unstoppable.“And we also named it.” I smiled, seeing how Koda’s eyebrows rose up, making him look just like Adam.“I named it ‘Uncle Ben’s Inn’, in his memory.” I smiled, thinking back at the way my uncle’s old house had once looked back in the day, and how I had transformed it into a small bed and breakfast.
Adam's P.O.V. I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the intrusive rays of sunlight that seeped through the half-closed blinds, indicating that it was already much later than I would wake up on a normal day. My head throbbed with a relentless rhythm, and my parched throat begged for some relief in the form of water or anything liquid. I groaned and shifted on the familiar, worn-out coach that was standing in the living room, trying to piece together the fragmented memories from the previous night’s New Year’s Eve party. As the haze slowly lifted, I began to recall the sounds of laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the joyful chaos that had filled the bar last night during the celebration for the beginning of a new year. Shit, I had been way too drunk for my own good last night. Lord only knew what kind of trouble I had been in… trouble I probably wouldn’t even remember right now. I groaned, looking around the room of the house that I called my home. It was the same house that I had gr
Adam’s P.O.V. I was driving my rusty old red truck through Fairview, the name of the picturesque small town that we lived in our entire lives. It was nestled between a breathtaking harbor and majestic mountains in the middle of America. With its stunning natural surroundings, Fairview offered its residents and visitors a tranquil and idyllic setting. The town’s geography was a defining feature, as it was rare to find a place that combined the beauty of a harbor and the grandeur of mountains so seamlessly. And I always wondered if that was one of the reasons why my grandparents had decided to call this place home all those years ago when they had moved here. The harbor served as a bustling hub of activity, with fishing boats and sailboats dotting the serene waters. The salty scent of the sea filled the air, and seagulls could be heard overhead as they swooped and glided along the shoreline. The harbor not only provided a livelihood for local fishermen and restaurants but also invited
Adam’s P.O.V. I stepped into the hallway of the quaint, weathered house that belonged to my grandmother, a place that held countless memories from my own childhood. Back in the day, I hadn’t known death in my life. When Pops was still alive, along with both of my parents. “Well, it’s always nice to have you here, my boy. I’ve been waiting for you to bring some excitement into this old and smelly house.” She smiled, looking around as if the walls could talk. I chuckled, happy to see my grandmother. “Well, I couldn’t miss the chance to start the new year without your infectious energy, now could I?” I asked her as she patted my cheek affectionately before we walked into the living room. “Well, you certainly know how to charm an old lady. Now, sit down and tell me all about your adventures at the bar last night.” She grinned, making me roll my eyes at her. “Gran, it’s not even noon…” I sighed, wondering who the hell had already spilled the beans on her. “And this is still a small to
Jenna’s P.O.V. There are moments in your life that seem to shape us and turn us into the person that we are today. I always used to believe that every person starts out their life as a blank canvas, and moments and circumstances happening to us throughout our lives, shape us into our unique personalities. There are good memories and moments you keep going back to, reliving them over and over again. And then, there are other moments that we just want to forget about more than anything. For me, one of those moments that I wanted to forget with a passion, was high school. I hated high school, no, scratch that… I loathed high school! And yet, ever since my plane landed, my mind had been pulling me back to those horrible days almost constantly. I sighed, sitting alone in my hotel room, my gaze fixed on the worn carpet beneath my bare feet. The flickering fluorescent light cast a pale glow, illuminating the space in a sterile, impersonal manner like most hotel rooms would do. Memories of m
Jenna’s P.O.V. “Hey, Jenna! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call so early in the morning? Did you discover a secret treasure map or find a talking parrot down by that cute little harbor in that even cuter Hallmark town of yours?” I chuckled at Jules’ words, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease already. “If only my life was that exciting! I’ve just had a mind-boggling conversation with the lawyer handling my Uncle Ben’s will. You won’t believe what he just told me.” I sighed, stepping inside the hotel and walking straight towards the elevators that would take me to the right floor. “Do tell, my friend! I’m all ears and ready for the grand reveal.” Jules answered me, and by the way her voice was sounding, I could have sworn she was eating something at the other end of the phone. “Well. He basically left me everything he owned. His house, but also his construction business. And it even turns out that my dear uncle wanted to play a final prank on me from beyond the grave, sin