Page 14 of The Mountain Man's Siren

He studies my face for a long moment before he slowly pulls from my body and thrusts again. Every slide of his big cock through my wet folds has me gasping and writhing.

He reaches between us, playing with my clit and issuing his command, “When you come, say my name this time.”

Every rough swipe of his thumb is setting off sparks inside my body, pushing me closer to the edge. I whimper at the sensations. There are too many—the feeling of his thick shaft pushing deep inside of me, the way his breath is hot against my neck, the sweat that’s rolling down his body and dripping onto me.

“Come for me, lamb,” he whispers, his voice sounding more like a plea this time. I stare into his blue gaze, seeing the raw pain there. He’s naked with me right now and he’s not holding anything back. He’s letting me see everything and that realization makes me come undone.

I whimper his name as the release starts, my body growing taut under his. I still as he keeps moving inside of me and touching my clit. He’s growling possessively the entire time, telling me I belong to him now. Then he’s spraying his release, shooting hot come deep into my body.

He collapses beside me, still inside of my channel. He pulls me on top of him and slings my leg around his hips.

I want to ask him if he meant what he said, if I really do belong to him now. But something tells me his answer would break my heart.

9

OWEN

She’s sad.My little lamb has such a lost look on her face that it guts me. Something that just meant the world to me has caused her pain.

I rub her back in a soothing circle, trying to ease her hurt. “Too rough?”

“Just right,” she says before reaching up to trace the bitemark on my shoulder with her fingertips. “Are you OK?”

I reassure her that I’m fine even as I catch on to the fact that she’s attempting to redirect my attention. I’ll wait and try to find out what’s bothering her later.

Her stomach growls and I chuckle. “I think it’s time for porridge, Goldilocks.”

Slowly, I pull out of her body only to realize my mistake too late. Way too fuckin’ late.

“We—I didn’t use a condom. But I am clean, and I’ve never had unprotected sex before,” I reassure her.

I don’t want her memory of her first time to be tainted with worries about this. I can’t believe I forgot to wear one. Yeah, I don’t have any here, but I’ve never been so interested in being balls deep that I didn’t have the foresight to even think of one. “If we managed to conceive—”

She stands from the bed, wrapping herself in a sheet. “Don’t worry. Infertility is another fun part of my disease. I have a less than one percent chance of being able to successfully conceive.”

I want to go to her and comfort her, but I don’t know what the fuck to say to that. “I’m not father material.”

Hell, I’m not even good son and brother material. I haven’t talked to my folks in over five years and almost never see my brothers despite the fact that we all live on the same damn mountain.

Family isn’t something I deserve.But even as I think the thought, I’m imagining what Everly would look like with her stomach round with my kid. I’m wondering if we’d have a daughter with her eyes or a son with my nose.

“No one asked you to be father material,” she points out as she reaches for her suitcase. When she bends over, the sheet hugs that heart ass perfectly. Fuck, what I’d give to take her from behind.

“I don’t want to give you false expectations.” I wince the moment the words come from my mouth.

She drops the sheet and turns to me, showing off those lush curves. “I’m just here for some fun. I don’t want this to get heavy.”

Her words should ease my mind, but they don’t. I keep thinking about the sad look she got in bed. Still, I’m not about to make promises that I can’t keep. I’ve never been that type of man.

Everly

I snuggle deeperinto Owen and wait for him to finish reading the page. We’re sprawled out across his bed after a late lunch of grilled cheese and soup.

What we’re doing now, reading a book together is probably something a couple would do. Except that we’re not a couple and Owen isn’t interested in becoming one. He made that abundantly clear earlier today.

But even knowing that my heart is going to break when I leave won’t stop me from enjoying our time together. If this is all I’m going to get from my mountain man, then I plan to savor every last moment of it.

He nudges my arm and I flip the page, perfectly content against him. We’re lying in a T-shape with my head on his flat stomach. A heating pad is wrapped around my stomach and pelvis, easing some of my cramps.

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