Page 12 of Forbidden Mountain Man

My whole body gets tight. The pressure builds inside me, through my pelvis, over my skin, in my muscles, and alongnerves. Pleasure swells and explodes as I convulse in his arms. He pins me to the tree, mercilessly eating me out with a growl. My sweaty flesh shakes as I jerk and fight my way through my orgasm.

“Oh baby,” he raises his face to stare at me in awe. “You squirted all over me. Shit, you’re incredible. Love making this perfect little pussy gush.”

I’m floating through space, through bliss, through lust and release. There’s a rhythmic, sharp throbbing between my legs that brings me down from my high. I open my eyes and see Forest slowly licking me up and down, swallowing down all of me, every last drop.

My bones turn to liquid as I slump against the tree completely wrung out. Forest helps me get my jeans and shoes on and then stands up, pulling me into his chest. He holds me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself. He groans and I bury my face in his chest, not sure what happens next.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? You’re shaking,” he whispers. “Was that too much?”

“It was amazing,” I stutter out. “Totally distracted me from the fact that we’re outside.”

Forest grins. “Good. I guess I’ll just have to do that more often.”

I sigh dramatically, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead. “What a shame,” I say before giggling.

“Love that sound, baby girl,” he murmurs. I blush at another pet name. I kind of love it. “Now that we’ve worked up an appetite, should we dig into the food?”

“Yes, please!”

Forest smiles and presses a kiss to the top of my head. His hand reaches out for mine and we lace our fingers together as we walk back to the picnic basket and blanket. Whatever ishappening between us is all-consuming. It’s only a matter of time before I fall for Forest completely.

7

FOREST

“Don’t worry, I’ll have her back for her afternoon soaps,” Mrs. Baker says to me as I help my mother into the passenger seat.

“You act like you’re not going to race home to watch the exact same shows,” my mom says with all the sass she can manage. The two women break out into laughter, but then my mother grunts in pain.

“Are you okay? I can take you to your appointment in my truck,” I offer, thinking it has more room for her to stretch her sore leg out. She waves me off.

“I’m fine, Forest. Judy is going to take good care of me, isn’t that right?”

“I haven’t let you die or get sent to prison yet, so I’d say my track record is pretty good.”

The women laugh again, making me smile. Mrs. Baker and my mom have been friends for decades. They once dyed their hair purple and went on a spontaneous trip to Vegas. With that in mind, I suppose Mrs. Baker is a good caretaker. My mother can go a little overboard on the slot machines.

I close the door and wave as they back out of the driveway.Finally.

I love my mother, but it’s good for her to get out. Good for me, too. I’m thankful Judy was willing and able to take her to her post-op check-up, though it took a solid forty-five minutes to get my mom loaded up into the car. The two of them always find something to chat about.

Then again, it was a good distraction from Fiona. She’s finishing up a project for another class in her room, and it’s taken an immense amount of self-control not to barge in there and toss her down on the bed before climbing in next to her and kissing her senseless.

Back inside the house, I pick up a few things around the living room and dust off the TV as well as the bookshelves on either side.

“Hey,” comes the sweetest voice in the entire world. I turn and watch Fiona walk up the hallway and into the living room, leaning against the wall as if uncertain of herself.

“Beautiful.” The word slips from my lips before I even think about it.

“What?”

“Uh, hey Fiona,” I say, clearing my throat.

She narrows her eyes at me, and fuck, that dark look has me thinking all sorts of filthy things. Fiona smirks and takes a few steps forward, pointing her finger at me. “You called me b-e-a-utiful!” she sing-songs.

I reach for Fiona, wrapping my fingers around her outstretched hand and pulling her into me. “I don’t just think you’re beautiful,” I rasp, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear before kissing her pulse point. “I think you’re stunning. Sexy as hell. A siren sent to lure me in. Swear to God, Fiona, I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“Me either,” she whispers, tilting her head up to expose more of her neck to me.

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