Page 29 of Mountain Men Heroes

“God you fucking kill me, woman.”

“Seems fair, don’t you think?”

Her mouth moved to say something else but he kissed her like he was possessed.

He broke away only enough to gaze down into her face and watch the ecstasy wash over her expression as he buried himself deeper. She gathered handfuls of cotton as he tightened his fingers around her sun-kissed thighs and did it all over again.

“You want to come for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped, sinking her fingers into his hair.

Fuck.

He pushed to his knees, pulled her in closer, her legs wrapped around his waist. His efforts returned with a deep moan and the sight of her beautiful breasts thrust in the air sent a surge of blood south to engorge his cock, stretching her more.

He’d meant to take things slow. Enjoy a nice plane ride, show her the sights while she performed her job as a wildlife veterinarian. The second her pink lips wrapped around his shaft at three thousand feet over the national reserve, slow was no longer an option, and his meticulously laid out plan to distance himself took a steep nosedive.

“God, woman, you’re so fucking tight and wet. Fuck... so wet.”

He hauled her into his arms to rest on his spread thighs. She sank deeper onto his shaft, and he marveled at how the dusky tips of her breasts beaded under the soft, warming sunlight.

Anchoring her thighs tight around his, and with his hands firmly around her waist, he lifted, driving in as she tightened her hold with her thighs. Ethan spoke her name on a whisper. Just like yesterday, she loved taking control as much as she loved giving it.

He rewarded her wicked, daring look with a flicker of a smile. “If you make me come too fast, I’ll fuck you again and this time, I won’t untie you until I’ve had my fill.” It would kill him, steal every ounce of control he harbored but anything to see the look of pure, unabashed ecstasy in those deep blue eyes.

Desperate, he ground his knees into the bed and fought the urge to come until every breath they took came out ragged and torn and they were both coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Tiny claws raked over his shoulders and back. He drove into her harder, earning him a few more love marks. His balls drew tight against his body.

Remy’s head fell back and the loud scream of release came just in time. Hot ribbons of his milk released into the confines of the condom as her pussy ripped with her release around his shaft, extending his orgasm.

After long seconds, with her hands pressed into his shoulders, Remy let her head fall against her shoulder. Hand to God, the sun caught her raven hair in a way that made him swear he had an angel in his arms.

They fell into the awaiting mound of pillows and he pulled her in close until she rested on his chest. Before long she moved away and rolled him to his stomach, climbing on top. She began that maddening play she did with her fingers along the tattoo over his back. A sprawl of black ink that formed a swirl of roses and a skull seemed to mesmerize her. The more she traced the lines with the delicate fingers the more he wanted her.

“Does it count if we come together or do you still want to punish me for making you come?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

He roared with laughter and pulled her up until he could take her mouth with a slow kiss. Her heart raced against his chest and when she pulled back he saw the hungry look in her eyes that filled him with the insane need to come so deep in her leaving him wouldn’t be an option.

Two

She was in trouble.

One more day with him and she’d never be able to leave.

Remy batted at the cloud of mosquitoes that took up residence in her personal space the second they stepped outside and relented to give any of it back. Despite the ton of lotion she used, they seemed to be fixated with her blood.

“Little blood-sucking, pestering vampires.” She scrunched up her nose and swatted at the air to no avail.

Every step she took through the long grass around the lake kicked up more bloodsuckers to join the feast.

Fresh mountain air, lightly fragranced from the spill of wildflowers, threaded through the long grass along the lake’s bank created a sweeping symphony of feather-light whispers. As though fairies sang for Mother Nature and they were privy to the supernatural delight.

She smiled, causing her confounded glasses to slip a little down her nose. Why could she never remember her contacts?

Her father would say all because of her daydreams— fancy flights from reality like all little girls had—and then he would pass her a broom to sweep the flower shop.

He’d built it for her mother who had a deep affection for botany and anything with a stem, so he could bring her flowers every day, he liked to tease. Remy smiled to herself. Her mother was a lucky woman.

With every anniversary they celebrated, the more Remy wanted a love like they shared.

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