Page 39 of Mountain Men Heroes

Yes! With his head angled back and his lids lowered, she had to be crazy or insane to deny the man what he wanted. He’d taken a bullet all because he wanted to protect her. She owed him and never let it be said she didn’t pay her debts.

He didn’t help her resolve in refusing his wishes either when he made sexy into something she could reach out and touch, lick and eat, and she was hungry.

Five

Water fell in ribbons over them as Remy eased them beneath the sluicing hot water. He weighed more than she did by a lot, but to his amazement, she didn’t buckle when his legs threatened to give. “Steady. Lean on me more.”

God, did she know how perfect she was? He worked a smile if only for her benefit. Truth be told, the pain ebbed and flowed with his heartbeat. The more she touched him the more he hurt because of what she did to him. Not pain in the sense of the word, but fear, if he were honest. He could have lost her today. That fear made his heart hurt and that is all he could focus on right now. Not the leg or myriad of scrapes and bruises.

She maneuvered him to where the water cascaded over his back and shoulders. Relief worked through him and every tiny droplet felt like a thousand hands massaging him from head to foot all at once.

Dirt and blood ran down the drain until nothing was left. She briefly hesitated as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled until they both fit beneath the water. And he could kiss her. He didn’t give her time to fight him on what he wanted. He rather took. Nothing would heal him better than her lips on his. She slowly kneeled, breaking their kiss, and untied the makeshift bandage, tossing it on the sink countertop.

Soap in hand, she worked a foamy lather around the area, which earned her a few growls and several cuss words.

It didn’t seem to faze her. She wrapped her delicate hand around his ankle and soothed him with a soft hum he could hear over the pitter-patter of the water against the shower tiles. She spared him a smile and damn if his cock didn’t twitch. Which earned him a bigger smile. “At least we know you’ll be fine.”

When had she pulled her hair to the side? The braided weave of raven silk hung off her right shoulder in a single lock and tied off with a black ribbon he recognized from her multitude of lotion bottles and trinkets. The delicate ends caught his attention. Every move she made they brushed her breast as though the tips of her hair painted the dusty rose of her nipple.

He wanted to touch the soft strands, wrap them around his fingers as he drew her nipples into his mouth and devoured her taste. But he couldn’t reach her.

He grinned.

In time with her soft hum, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock and stroked the full length from base to tip until he had pre-cum dripping from the head.

His eye lowered and before long her gaze raked up his body to find his. She drifted to her knees, her hands a slow glide up his firm thighs. And her lips. God, save him, they were perfectly pouty as she spread them into a beautiful grin.

With her gaze locked on his and without saying a word, Remy accepted him into the confines of her luscious, warm mouth. If not for the wall at his back, he’d be on the floor the second the warm pad of her tongue caressed the underside of his cock.

She made every inkling of pain fade into distant background noise.

Her eyes slipped shut as she took all of him. Once again, she turned red blood to lava in his veins.

Every cell in his body held the heat of a thousand suns. Chills scaled down his spine, and his heart clenched.

He fisted his hands in her soaked hair and worked the long locks loose from their confinement. She hollowed her cheeks and gently worked himself deeper into her mouth.

“Remy. You’re going to steal everything I have.” He rocked forward and slowly withdrew, his muscles tense, shaking. She looked so fucking beautiful.

His words brought her gaze back to his. Her only answer was to widen for him and accepted him deeper.

She loved so openly, yet he couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not truly and fully.

She anchored herself with her hands on his thighs, but it wasn’t good enough. Driven by a force of love, greed, possessiveness—whatever the hell had him wanting to murder anyone that dared harm her—he scooped her up and gathered the hem of her shirt in his hands. His injury and the pain that coupled with it nearly forgotten.

In one pull he had her bare, bra and all. “Ethan, we can’t. You’re hurt and what kind of doctor would I be if I push further than you can take?” She took a step from him and he followed, pressing her into the back wall of the shower. From the amount of steam filling the small room, the tiles were already warm to the touch.

“The kind I need, that’s what. Isn’t there some kind of understood law or rule that says sex heals?”

His insides were already torn up and who cared about his leg. That would heal. His heart, not so much. “If not, I say we need to test the theory and then report on the outcome, baby.” A somber look darkened her eyes. The rosy color of her cheek had turned a nasty purple and he could tell the bruise went deeper than just the skin. He leaned forward and gently ran his lips across the tender area until he kissed every last spot.

“Say you don’t want me and I’ll be a good boy. Scout’s honor.” He pressed his forehead to hers. Resisting what he felt for her was quickly becoming not an option. Not any longer, if he wanted to be honest with himself. When she asked about Brax earlier in the woods he choked up, unable to talk about the death of his brother and the resulting war between families it almost led to. When he lost his twin, a part of him died too and he swore to never let another that close to him.

Until now. She brought hope with her sunshine-filled laughter and bubbly outlook.

“I don’t believe you know what being a Scout means,” she teased.

She wiggled in his arms and it only made his cock throb against her soft stomach where he pressed against her.

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