Page 12 of The Mountain Man's Siren

He pushes my knees apart and looks up at me with a grin on his glistening face. “This is your show. Teach me what your body likes. Tell me what feels good and if it gets uncomfortable or hurts, tell me that too. I’m here for your pleasure.”

His words help me relax and I run my hand through his short, blonde hair. “What you did just now felt really good.”

He looks relieved and it makes me realize he was worried about hurting me. For some reason, the knowledge fills me with happiness. “I could get used to eating your sweet pussy day and night.”

Before I can respond to his crass words, Owen wedges his shoulders between my knees, forcing my body to open to him. He presses kisses to the inside of my thigh and right before he gets to my center, he switches to kiss the other side too.

He’s muttering something under his breath. It sounds like he’s whispering the word “mine” over and over again with each touch of his lips.

By the time he finally presses his lips to my mound, I’m so sensitive from the anticipation that I startle. But the motion doesn’t bother Owen. He wraps his hands around my hips, trapping me in my seat.

Not that I’m complaining. I love the way he’s so big and strong that he can hold me down. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like if he held me down in his bed. I imagine struggling against his strong body just as he licks my folds.

I cry out and try to move my hips, desperately wanting to get closer to his tongue. But his hold is too firm. He’s positioned my body so I can’t respond. I can only take what he gives me and oh, what he gives me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until I’m being consumed in a sea of bliss, pulled under a current I never expected to find.

“Please, please, I need…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. I know that I need Owen to give me something.

His finger finds my entrance but there’s no pain. There’s only pleasure as he adds a second finger and begins pumping in and out of me. The feeling of fullness is so right that I could sob. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve been craving—my mountain man filling me, demanding I take the pleasure he’s intent on giving me.

“I can’t…” I gasp as his fingers find the magic spot that I’ve heard about so many times. I thought it was a myth but no, it’s definitely real. Very real.

Just when I think the pleasure can’t get any better, he stops licking my center and instead directs his attention to my clit. He sucks the swollen little bud into his mouth and hums. The soft vibration sends me over the edge, and pleasure explodes across every nerve ending in my body.

I’m floating and flying at the same time. It would be scary except Owen is my anchor and my true north. Somehow in the space of two days, this man has become my entire world and I don’t ever want to leave his cozy cabin.

8

OWEN

The momentshe explodes across my tongue, there’s an answering explosion in my body. Come shoots from my dick, spurting onto the tile floor. But I don’t care. My focus is solely on my lamb.

She slumps her head against the shower wall as I work her through the last of her orgasm. She’s completely boneless when I’m done and gives me a nervous giggle. “I think I like sex now.”

Her words fill me with pleasure more intense than my own release. I want to be the only man that takes care of her, the one that makes all of her dreams come true and spoils her with as many orgasms as she wants.

I pick her up and pull her under the shower spray, washing her clean. When the water finally turns cold, I wrap a towel around her shoulders. I rinse off my own body, not caring about the cold.

When I step from the water, Everly is no longer in the bathroom. I pad to the bedroom where she’s snuggled beneath the covers. Her wet hair is on my pillow and her eyes are closed in sleep. She looks so perfect lying there, an angel I don’t deserve. An angel I’ve corrupted.

I slip into the bed beside her, delighted to find her still naked. I pull her into my arms and wrap my body around hers. I’m aching and ready for the next round, but I can’t bring myself to wake her just yet.

Instead, I simply hold her, marveling at the way she silences my demons. It’s peace that I don’t deserve, that I never will. But I’ll still take it. I’ll treasure this little ray of sunshine for as long as she’s here. Then when I’m in the darkness again, I’ll have these memories to cling to.

Everly

The soundof a masculine snore wakes me from a sexy dream about a mountain man who had his way with me in the shower.

I try to turn over, but Owen is sleeping half on top of me, his head pressed against my chest. For the first time since I’ve met him, he looks happy and content. It makes me wonder if he’s dreaming about the shower like I was.

Because I can’t stop myself, I run my fingers through his still damp hair. I love how thick it is and how he gave me all the warm water without a word of complaint. I don’t know what mix-up caused me to land in his life, but I’ll always be grateful for it.

Owen mumbles in his sleep then calls my name. The smile that lights up his face as he says it steals my breath away. I want to stay here forever and never go back to my real life. I don’t want to face what’s happening with my dad or have to deal with the media when I leave. I don’t want to return to my lonely dorm while wishing I was here with him.

He groans and the little sound lets me know he’s waking. I’m not sure what time it is. Early afternoon probably but I can’tremember the last time I enjoyed a snow day this much. Though the snow continues to fall outside and the winds keep howling, there’s a sense of coziness and peace here in his cabin hideaway.

“This is a view I could get used to waking up to,” he murmurs sleepily. He has a perfect look at my breasts and just the deep rumble of his voice has my nipples transforming into sharp little points.

“You fell asleep on me.” I keep running my fingers through his hair.

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