Page 21 of Forbidden Mountain Man

“Whatever you wish,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek before lacing our fingers together. Forest leads me outside, where he has a greenhouse and a log-chopping set-up. The land is seemingly endless, stretching across mountains and valleys until it fades into the skyline.

“It’s incredible. I think I might love this property more than I love you,” I joke.

Forest smirks, then tugs on my arm, turning me to face him. “Do you love me and this property enough to move in with me?”

I blink at him a few times, replaying his words in my head.

“I know it’s fast,” he continues, taking my silence for doubt. I’m more shocked than anything else. “I was just thinking the lease for your apartment is up soon and now that you don’t have to go to classes, you’ll have a more open schedule. It’s a lot to take in, but I also wanted to discuss expanding my business to include an interior design expert. You could talk with clients and review photos of their space, suggest different pieces, whatever you think would be helpful.”

My jaw is hanging open, my eyes widening with each word that falls from his lips.

“You… want me to… move in? And partner with you in your business?” I repeat, wanting to make sure I heard him correctly.

“If you want.” Forest shifts his weight from one foot to the other, crossing and uncrossing his arms. He’s nervous. He has no reason to be. I can’t believe he’s offering me this dream house on a beautiful plot of land and a job.

“I don’t want to crowd your space,” I say, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I mean, moving in and immediately joining your business… Won’t you get tired of me? That’s like, your whole life.”

Forest freezes, then turns to me, taking both of my hands in his. “You, Fiona. You are my whole life now. I want to share these things with you. I want you with me, always. If it’s too much, too soon, just tell me. I can slow down. I think. Maybe. I can try.”

I beam up at my man, tears gathering in my eyes. “I want everything with you,” I tell him.

“Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, I hold my hand out for him to take. Forest gives me a questioning look but gives me his hand.

I lead him to the nearest oak tree and place my hands on the trunk, bending over slightly. I look over my shoulder at Forest asunderstanding flashes across his eyes, quickly followed by heat and lust.

He steps into me and places his hands on my hips, covering me with his body. His cock presses against my ass and I can’t wait for what’s to come. I’m shaking with anticipation, my lust making it hard to breathe. I grind my ass on him and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, causing me to throw my head back and moan.

“Goddamn, Fiona, is this what you want? Want me to fuck you out here against this tree?”

“It’s kind of our thing, right?” I breathe out as he nips the side of my neck and then kisses me there. “The river, the back of your truck… maybe we’re secret voyeurs.”

“That’s kind of an oxymoron, isn’t it?”

“Do you really want to argue about grammar right now? Or do you want to give us what we both want?”

“Gonna fuck you nice and hard, baby girl. Gonna give you everything you’re asking for.” His hands slide from my hips to my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. One hand snakes lower, sliding down my waist and then reaching down to pull the hem of my dress up. I can’t wait for him to find my surprise.

When he brushes his fingers over my bare pussy, Forest growls into my skin.

“Fucking hell, you’re not wearing any panties.” He swipes a finger through my slit, landing on my clit and rubbing it lazily.

I buck my hips and try to catch my breath. “Oops,” I force out as he works me up.

“I don’t know whether to spank you or fuck you.”

“Why not both?” I say between gasping and moaning as he blurs his fingers over my swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh, fuck!" I shout when he plunges two fingers into my entrance, curling them up to hit my most sensitive spot.

Forest continues pumping his fingers in and out while grinding the palm of his hand on my clit. I’m so close, so fucking close. It’s not going to take much to push me over the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Forest, don’t stop, I’m…” Suddenly, he pulls his hand away. “Noooo…” I groan. His absence is literally painful, my pussy crying out for release. I hear him unzip his pants and shove them down as he flips my dress up to reveal my bare ass. Then, he spanks me. Hard. “Oh,shit!” I moan.

“You like that, Fiona? Like when I spank you?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“So goddamn perfect for me.”

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