Page 123 of Ten Mountain Men

She’s thrown my senses off like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, so I’m not sure exactly when the storms will be coming, but I don’t want any leaks to drive her back where she came from. She handled it like a trooper the other night, with all the mopping and buckets, but I know that didn’t make her happy. It couldn’t have. A woman like Goldie deserves better. I want her to be happy, and I want that to be with us.

I spread the blanket over the dewy grass, smoothing out the wrinkles before Goldie and I settle onto it.

“Look,” she says, pointing. “Look at all the stars. It’s beautiful up here.”

“It sure as hell is,” I say. But I’m looking at her, and only her.

I take her tiny hand in my large one. “Now that we’re out here, I can’t help thinking…” I whisper, giving her fingers a squeeze. “It’s kind of romantic, huh?”

“It is,” she replies, as a shooting star skates across the night sky.

“You want me to make love to you underneath all these stars, firecracker?” I ask. It’s all I can do not to flat out beg.

“Yes, I want you to make love to me, Ash,” she says. “Very much yes.”

The night sky stretches above us, a vast expanse of twinkling lights against inky darkness. I point out constellations, tracing patterns with my finger on her skin.

“There’s Ursa Major,” I say. “And over there is Cassiopeia.”

But Goldie’s not looking at the stars anymore. Her eyes are fixed on me, glimmering with a different kind of light. Our eyes lock, and suddenly the stars seem dim compared to the universe I see in her gaze. Without a word, our lips meet, soft at first, then with growing urgency. My hands tangle in her hair and hers in mine as she presses that soft, sweet body against me.

Our kisses deepen, growing more passionate with each passing moment. I trail my lips down her neck, savoring the little gasps and sighs she makes. Clothes are shed, tossed carelessly aside, and I slip on the condom I grabbed from the side table drawer just before our bodies come together as one. Goldie’s skin glows in the moonlight, smooth and inviting. I trace every curve, committing it to memory. We kiss every inch of each other. Our lovemaking is tender, unhurried—a slow burn.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, breathless and sated. But as I gaze at Goldie, flushed and tousled, a renewed hunger stirs within me. I can see the same desire reflected in her eyes.

“Again?” I growl, my voice husky with want.

“God, yes,” she breathes.

Goldie’s answer is to flip onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me in a way that makes my mouth go dry. The moonlight caresses the curves of her body, casting shadows that beg to be explored. I run a finger down her spine, then trace the split of that gorgeous ass. I want to spread those cheeks wide and take her in one hole, then the other. But we’ll need to work up to that, can’t be hasty about it.

And right now, there’s no time for working up to anything. There’s no gentleness. Raw, primal need consumes us both. I position myself behind her, running my hands along her sides, reveling in the way she shivers at my touch. I grab onto her hips and she arches her back. With one swift motion, I drive into her dripping cunt with a primal intensity, her gasps and moans spurring me on. My fingers dig into her hips as I pound into her. Goldie meets me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me with need that matches my own.

How the hell did I get so damn lucky?

The night air is filled with the sounds of our passion—skin slapping against skin, panting, cries of pleasure, and low, guttural groans. I lean forward, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her spine. My teeth graze her shoulder and she shudders, clenching around me deliciously.

I gently grasp a fistful of her hair, tugging just enough to arch her back further. The new angle has Goldie keening with pleasure. Her fingers dig into the blanket, knuckles white as she braces herself against my thrusts.

“Harder,” Goldie demands, her voice a hoarse whisper.

I comply eagerly, bucking my hips with renewed vigor. I’ll give this woman anything she wants, anytime she asks.

“Ash!” she screams my name and I pause.

“Did I hurt you, firecracker?” I ask, breath ragged.

“No! Keep going. Don’t you dare come right now. I’ll kill you. Harder, baby, please. I love it. I love you. Oh, sweet Lord, I love you, Ash Björnsson!”

As she breathlessly shouts out those last words, I hope to God she isn’t serious about killing me if I come. Because that sweet voice saying I love you, even though she can’t possibly mean it, it’s enough to make me lose it, spurting what feels like a never-ending load of my cum into the condom I wish to hell wasn’t between us. I want to be coming directly in her, filling her to the brim with my seed. It’s a primordial urge I can’t deny, an undeniable instinct to want to see this mating through to breeding.

As her hot cunt begins to spasm around my cock, I glance up and see Ranger. And he does not look happy.

Fuck.

Ranger’s eyes bore into us, his jaw clenched tight. The moonlight catches the glint of hurt in his gaze as he takes in the scene before him—Goldie and me tangled together on the blanket, our bodies still joined.

I slowly pull out of her, wincing at the loss of contact. She gasps softly, her eyes wide as she sees Ranger, realizes what he’s heard. I reach for the blanket, draping it over her naked form as I stand to face my brother.

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