“The forest is so damn beautiful,” I say in awe.

“Wait till you see the inside.” Archer grins while he punches in the code. Once we’re in, I gasp.

“The windows bring in so much light. It’s adorable.” I admire the rustic décor and hardwood floors. I glance around at the dining table, chairs, and a den next to it with a little couch. A large sectional that looks comfy as hell is in front of the fireplace. Archer watches my reaction with a satisfied grin. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips. “This is so sweet. Thank you for doing this.”

He slides his hand down my back and squeezes my ass. “I might’ve had some selfish intentions.”

I chuckle, feeling his cock harden between us. “To which I’m extremely grateful.”

Once I’ve had the tour, he grabs our luggage. I’m still shocked he planned this without me knowing.

After dinner, we go to the hot tub. “I love you,” I tell him as I climb onto his lap. “It’s like you just knew I desperately needed this.”

“I could tell you needed an escape.” He brushes strands of wet hair off my cheek.

“I think it’s all finally catching up to me.”

“Well, then I’m glad I brought some massage oil.”

“Oh so you’re a masseuse now?” I arch a brow in amusement.

“Yep, your very own personal one.”

I rock my body against his, feeling his erection beneath me.

“Everleigh, we’re outside…”

“In the middle of nowhere,” I remind him.

He grins. “Your level of naughty never ceases to amaze me.”

“You should be used to it by now,” I retort. “Six months of mind-blowing sex.”

“As I’ve said before, I’m a lucky man.”

I bite down on my lower lip, placing my hand over the bulge in his swim trunks. Why he put them on is beyond me. I wore my bikini with the intention of him tearing it off me.

“I think I’m the lucky one here.”

He unties my bottoms as I help lower his shorts. I slide down on his cock and slowly ride him. Every ounce of anxiety leaves my body when he kisses me. The friction between us builds hot and fast, melting all the stress away.

When we’re both sated and relaxed, we climb into bed and snuggle.

“This might be a presumptuous question only six months into our relationship, and I know we discussed getting a dog, but do you see yourself wanting children in the future?” I ask as he holds me in his arms.

“I love kids and hope it’s in my cards. Before prison, I was certain I could never provide a good enough life to have a family…”

“And now?” I prompt.

Archer flashes a sweet smile. “I have hope now.”