Page 97 of Mountains Divide Us

I moaned around his cock, and then somehow, I wasn’t on my knees anymore. I was on my back in front of the fire, and Frank was between my thighs, tasting me and growling against my pussy, making me even wetter.

He rose up, fitting his body between my legs, pushing inside me.

There was no warning. He was just there, and then he was fucking me with abandon, thrusting hard, over and over, his gruff breath in my ear.

Nothing had ever felt so good. I whispered, “Yes, baby.”

“Oh God,” he said. “Love when you call me baby.”

“Ain’t no God here, baby,” I teased, reaching down to clutch his ass cheeks in my hands so I could feel the power in them. “Just me.”

He fucked me harder then, his hips rolling into mine again and again, his lips chasing mine, his tongue in my mouth.

He rolled us, lying on his back while he adjusted me on top of him, watching my breasts bounce as I fought for balance. “Ride me hard.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. With him beneath me, I could control how fast and hard he fucked me. I wanted him deep, and I descended till his eyes rolled shut and his hands grabbed for me, landing on my hips, gripping them and pushing me down further.

I gasped when he hit home, his cock so far up inside me that I couldn’t move anymore. With my hands on his chest, feeling the hair there, rough beneath my palms, I began to grind my hips slowly.

“You’re mine too.”

He opened his eyes then, and he watched me as I rode us both to ecstasy. He lifted a hand to my breast and held it, thumbing over my nipple as his other hand reached down and found my clit.

“Yes,” he said, working wet fingers over it as I vibrated from the overwhelming sensation.

Planting my hands on his chest, I fell forward, working harder to make him come, my knees digging into the rug under us, using the leverage to push and pull his cock with my body. The wet slide of his length in and out was too much. It felt too good, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh yeah,” he panted. “You’re such a good girl. Just like that.”

I was taking him in and out, faster and faster, slamming down on his cock, over and over, my thighs getting a workout like none they’d ever had before.

“You’re mine,” I said again. It was a declaration and a promise.

He vowed, “Forever.”

My orgasm seized his cock inside, and I lost control. He punched his hips, bucking into me and jerking my whole body. My back arched and my head fell back, my hair tickling us both behind me as the euphoria spread, and he lifted us off the floor with the power of his thighs as he came.

There was nothing in the world sexier than Frank when he came. It was like I could feel every emotion he held inside, and I heard it, the rough sound of his telltale shout, like he was releasing all of those emotions to me. So I could help him carry them.

So I could hold his heart.

He pulled me down onto his chest, whispering against my temple as he kissed me there, “Forever your man.”

* * *

Book club was loud.

We hadn’t been able to meet because of the big storm, and then Frank’s parents came into town, so we’d had to reschedule twice. My parents finally made the trek to the Wild West too. They met Frank and his parents, which went much better than I had anticipated, and then we talked.

They were a little skeptical about how fast things were moving with us, but I gently pointed out that they hadn’t participated in my life much up to this point, so they didn’t get to have an opinion now. They apologized for not making me a priority, and I had hope that they would in the future, but they were already back to work, this time somewhere in South America.

Honestly, it was fine with me. I had other people in my life now that I wanted to make a priority.

And like I’d thought, Gramps didn’t care about Frank’s and my age difference. He was just happy I was happy.

And I was.

Frank and I made an appointment with the doctor in Jackson so he could understand what had happened in Florida a little better and so we could be absolutely certain we couldn’t get pregnant. But I knew I couldn’t. Still, a little part of me wished so hard for it. Hearing another doctor tell me no would be good for me. I needed some kind of closure.

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