Page 28 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Oh, stop it, the voice in the back of my mind scolded. You had his dick in your mouth less then twenty-four hours ago!
The voice was right, as soon as his eyes locked onto mine and he turned to face me, a wicked grin spread across his lips. “Glad you decided to join me.”
I matched his smile with one of my own. “We are sharing a room and I do need to get changed as well.”
“You have a point.”
Taking a few steps toward him, I noticed a black and gray tattoo of a little boy on his arm that I hadn’t noticed before. Curious, I closed the distance between us to get a better look at the portrait of the child. “Who is that on your arm?”
The smile on his face faded and I could see a look of sadness and yearning on his eyes. Shit. Immediately I regretted the question but couldn’t take it back now so waited silently for his response.
“It’s my son.”
“Oh!” My eyes widened. I was genuinely surprised, I never pictured either of them being dads.
“He passed away a number of years ago, along with my wife.”
“Oh no.” My heart felt like it was beating in the pit of my stomach. “I’m so sorry.” My first instinct was to put my arms around him and give him a hug. My second was to ask him how it happened. I did neither of those things.
“No need to be. Death is a part of life.” Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans he pulled them down and they dropped to the floor, puddling at his feet.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. It’s still unfortunate.”
Tyler nodded and pointed to his chest, where his heart would be. “But they’re still with me and always will be. But life goes on.”
“It does.”
The sad look evaporated from his eyes and he closed the distance between us. “So, since you came here seeking assistance, allow me to be of service.”
“What?” I was momentarily stunned, forgetting about our previous flirtation. His arms circling my waist and his lips lowered onto mine very much reminding me of what he meant. His lips were cool, but soft as they brushed against mine.
I inhaled against his lips, our breaths intermingling. Placing my palms against his chest, I ran them up the length of his thick, defined abs. There was such beauty in him; not just his body but—as I was learning—his soul as well.
Tyler nipped at my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth before releasing it. Grinning, I teased him back. As our lips and tongues played and teased, his hands lowered down my back and to my ass. Gripping my ass in his hands, he gave it a gentle squeeze and pulled me up and against his hardening dick.
“You are wet,” he muttered against my lips though I wasn’t sure if he meant my clothing or between my legs, because both would have been accurate.
“Guess you have an effect on me,” I whispered before deepening the kiss, not waiting for a reply to feel the rush of our tongues frolicking.
One of his hands circled to the front of my jeans and undid the button and fly. Once undone, he tugged them down. They fell to the floor. I pressed myself tight to his groin; the feel of his dick against me with only two thin pieces of fabric separating us amplified my desire for him.
“Mmm, I want you,” I whispered, my lips leaving his and working their way down the side of his neck.
With a smile on his lips and hunger in his eyes, he straightened, grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling it up. Lifting my arms, I smiled up at him as the shirt was pulled up and over my head and was thrown onto the floor at our feet. My bra came next, revealing my breasts, with my nipples that were already tight—whether it had been from the cold or my desire for him I was unsure.
Tyler’s hands slipped around my waist against, pulling me tight against him, my breasts crushing against his bare chest. “What do you want, baby?”
The question surprised me and made me unsure of how to respond as I stared up into his eyes.
Chuckling, Tyler backed me up until the back of my legs were hitting the side of the bed. “I mean, what would you like, sweetheart?” Damn I loved the way sweetheart slipped off his tongue, as smooth as silk, as if that word were reserved for only me.
“I…I’m not—”
He gave me a gentle push and I squealed as I tumbled backward onto the bed, my lower legs still dangling over the edge. Bracing my elbows behind me, I looked up at him towering over me and watched wordlessly as he spread my legs, stepped between them and lowered himself to me.
“What I mean, is where do you want my lips?” He placed a kiss on the side of my neck. I was helpless, my eyes closing and my head falling back as a jolt of electric pleasure raced down my spine to cause a pulsing between my legs. I couldn’t seem to find the words to respond, his lips felt too damn good brushing and teasing my flesh.
His lips moved lower, along my collarbone and to the center of my chest. Tyler’s head dipped a little lower, his tongue tracing a line from the center of my chest to my left nipple. As his tongue circled one nipple his hand palmed the other breast, his fingertips teasing and pinching the hardened nub.
