Page 65 of Recklessly in Love

His hands rub up and down my arms. “Skin to skin, baby, that’ll warm you right back up,” he murmurs. His hot breath on my neck and the shell of my ear sends a different sort of shiver through me.

My hands skate down his back as I wrap my legs around him. My core grazes his cock, and Bev weeps with happiness.

“Fuck, city girl, how are you so hot and wet after that?” he groans.

I grind against him. “What can I say? Bev loves you.”

Greg’s head pulls back, and he gives me a bemused look. “Bev?”

I raise an eyebrow. “My beaver?” I say with a very “duh” tone.

Greg’s head tips back as he lets out a deep, loud laugh so full of joy and amusement that I’m soon laughing with him. The shaking does interesting things to Bev and his cock. Soon, our laughs dissolve into kisses. And as the heat builds between us, Greg slips inside me. I’m so wet that he slides in to the hilt before I realize, stretching me pleasurably.

“God, yes,” I breathe.

Greg’s lips trail up my neck, and he takes my mouth with his as he tilts his hips to drive in and out of me gently. “That good, baby?”

I swirl my hips with him, the soft strokes stimulating in a way I’ve never experienced before. The press of his chest against mine, our hearts beating in tandem, is almost overwhelming. “So good,” I agree.

His lips gently pry mine open, his tongue stroking against mine. Greg runs his fingers down my back as his cock slides deeply and firmly inside me. The tight fit of him against me has my clit rubbing the base of his cock with every push. My orgasm builds inch by inch as our bodies stay locked together. I can’t help the low moans that slip out of me.

“Damn, Joanie, how is making love to you just as good as fucking you senseless?” Greg whispers in my ear.

My core tightens, and I arch into him, pushing him deeper inside. It takes him a fraction of a second to realize he should keep talking.

“Your pussy feels so good around me, baby,” he continues. “So wet for me. So beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He kisses under my ear as he gradually ramps up his pace. “Hearing how much pleasure I give you? Such a fucking turn-on.” He pumps harder, and I groan.

“Yes, just like that. I want to hear you come on my cock. I want to love you until you come apart and squeeze me, baby. Ride me, Joanie. You own this dick. You own me.”

I buck my hips hard at his sweet, dirty words. I look into his eyes as I chase my orgasm. The love and lust in them nearly undoes me. “You’re mine,” I tell him.

He nods and bites my bottom lip, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. “Ride me like I’m yours. Because I am. Every fucking inch of that cock is yours.” He reaches a hand down and squeezes my breast gently, flicking his thumb over my nipple. “Every inch of my body is yours. Take it, Joanie.” He tilts his hips faster to meet mine. My breaths turn shallow and rapid, and I feel myself hanging on the edge. “I love you, Joanie Morris. You’re all mine.” He punctuates his words with thrusts, and I’m a goner, tumbling into ecstasy. And he tumbles with me, moaning and biting my shoulder gently as he comes apart with me.

Afterward, as we lay tangled together, Greg strokes my hair and says softly, “I meant every word, you know. I can’t imagine my future without you in it. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Tears prick at my eyes, and I bury my face in his chest. “I love you too, Greg. So much it scares me sometimes.” I look up into his eyes, deciding to let him see the love and fear in mine. “But you know that never stops me.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead tenderly. “Good. Because I want you to move in with me,” he says. “I know you have to go back to Seattle at some point, and I understand that. But I want my home to be yours whenever you’re in Alpine Ridge. It feels empty now when you’re not there.” He strokes a thumb over my cheek as he looks into my eyes.

I swallow hard, emotion clogging my throat as I envision nights spent fucking this man in every way possible. Mornings in his arms. And so much more in between.

“Okay,” I agree. “Yes. I want that, too.”

Greg’s answering grin crinkles the corners of his eyes, and we seal it with a kiss. Amazingly, I’m not even a little bit afraid. Instead, I feel a sense of rightness settle over me. I’m not running from commitment for the first time in my life. I’m running toward a future with this incredible man by my side. It’s like winning a big court case, Christmas morning, and a dozen orgasms all rolled up into one amazing feeling.

The high of it lasts the whole hike back. The time is filled with laughter and stolen kisses, our hearts light and full of love. And as we make our way down the trail, hand in hand, I can’t help but marvel at how much has changed in such a short time.

When I first came to Alpine Ridge, I was adrift — wondering what was next after escaping the confines of my crappy job, unsure of my next steps. But now? Now I have a purpose, a passion project in helping to incorporate the town. I have friends who have become like family. Most importantly, I have Greg.

My mountain man. My partner in every sense of the word. That idea would’ve had me running for the hills just months ago.

But now?

Together, we’re building something beautiful. A life that blends both of our worlds, celebrates our differences, and strengthens us both. And damn if that doesn’t feel like hope.

As we return to his truck, I squeeze Greg’s hand and smile at him. “Thank you,” I say softly.

“For what?” he asks, cocking his head.

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