Stone Cold Surrender (67 page)

into
my
bedroom
at
Corey’s
and
shared
your
writing
with
me.
And,
because
of
it,
I
now
have
a
burning
desire
to
do
something
I’ve
always
wanted
to
do
but
was
never
brave
enough
to
try.”

“What?”

A
wishful
thought
flashed
across
her
face.
“Compose
my

own
music.
I
once
shared
a
few
pieces
I’d
composed
with
a
friend
at
school
and
she
told
me
how
good
she
thought
they
were
and
that
it
was
something
I
should
do.
And
I
think
I

will.”

He
pulled
her
into
his
arms.
“I
think
that’s
a
wonderful
idea
and
is
one
that
I
wholeheartedly
support.”
He
nuzzled
her
neck,
liking
her
scent
and
thinking
he
would
never
get

enough
of
it.

Madison
looped
her
arms
around
his
neck
and
pulled
him
down
on
the
bed
with
her
and
he
kissed
her
slowly,
deeply
and
began
removing
her
clothes.
When
he
had
her

completely
naked,
he
sat
back
on
his
haunches
and
stared
at
her,
a
deep
look
of
love
in
his
eyes.

“It’s
your
turn,
Stone.
Take
off
your
clothes,”
she
said
softly,
pulling
at
his
shirt.

He
stood,
appearing
more
than
happy
to
oblige.
She

watched
as
he
removed
every
stitch
of
clothing
and,
when
he
rejoined
her
on
the
bed,
she
reached
out
and
ran
her

finger
down
his
chest.
“This
is
nice,”
she
said,
leaning
forward
and
flicking
her
tongue
across
his
hardened
nipples.

When
she
felt
his
shudder,
Madison
felt
confident,
loved

and,
thanks
to
Stone,
passionate.
She
moved
her
hand

lower
and
let
her
fingers
travel
past
his
waist
and
stroke

that
part
of
him
she
had
almost
touched
on
the
plane.
She
heard
his
breathing
increase
and
felt
his
body
harden
even
more
beneath
her
hand.
He
also
felt
hot
and
ready.

“You
want
me,”
she
said
softly,
marveling
at
how
much
he
did.

“Yes,
and
I’ll
always
want
you.”
He
gently
pushed
her
back
on
the
bed
to
touch
her
everywhere,
kiss
her
everywhere,
taste
her
everywhere;
and
when
she
couldn’t
take
any
more
and
was
thrashing
about
beneath
him,
he
covered
her

mouth
with
his
the
same
moment
that
he
parted
her
legs,

lifted
her
hips
and
eased
inside
of
her.
She
shifted
her

body
to
welcome
him
and,
with
one
quick
thrust,
he
was

bedded
deep
inside
her.

He
held
himself
still
in
that
position
as
his
mouth
mated

relentlessly
with
hers,
filled
with
emotions
of
every
kind.
And
when
her
muscles
began
clenching
his
heated
flesh,
he

slowly
began
moving,
establishing
a
rhythm
that
would
bring
them
both
pleasure.

Moments
later
when
they
both
went
spiraling
off
the
edge,
lost
in
passion
of
the
richest
kind,
Stone
knew
his
parents’
prediction
of
love
at
first
sight
had
been
right.
Loving

Madison
was
something
he
would
look
forward
to
doing
for
the
rest
of
his
life.

Epilogue

W
hen
Stone
and
Madison
returned
to
Montana
they

discovered
that
Corey
and
Abby
had
decided
not
to
wait
for
a
Christmas
wedding
but
wanted
to
marry
sooner.
So
the
four
of
them—Corey,
Abby,
Stone
and
Madison—

decided
to
have
a
double
wedding
on
Corey’s
Mountain
in
August.
Martin
Quinn,
a
former
judge,
agreed
to
perform
the
ceremony.

Now
the
day
of
the
wedding
had
arrived
and,
as
Madison
glanced
around,
she
knew
that
only
Abby
Winters-

Westmoreland
could
bring
such
style,
grace
and
elegance
to
the
rugged
mountains
of
Montana
for
the
mother-and-

daughter
wedding.
Almost
everyone
had
arrived
by
plane
on
the
airstrip
that
several
ranchers
in
the
area
shared.
Her
mother
had
even
had
a
band
flown
in
for
the
affair,
as
well
as
a
well-known
catering
company
from
Boston.
Every
time
she
glanced
over
at
her
mother
and
Corey
she
saw
just

how
happy
they
were
together.
It
had
taken
thirty-two
years
but
they
were
finally
together
and
she
knew
it
was
meant
to
be
this
way.

“Ready?”

Madison
glanced
up
at
her
husband
of
less
than
an
hour
and
knew
it
was
time
to
meet
the
rest
of
his
siblings
and
cousins.
She
had
met
his
parents,
his
sister
Delaney,
her