Page 23 of Auctioned to the Mountain Man

THIRTEEN

ALIDA

“Are they gone?” I ask Fox, straining my hearing for any whisper of his family. I’ve been buzzing with anticipation ever since Fox declared he wanted to claim me. Never in a thousand years would I have pegged myself as the type of woman who’d enjoy a man staking some sort of claim over me. But with Fox, I know it’s exactly what I want. It doesn’t mean sacrificing any part of who I am.

“They’re gone,” he says, closing the bedroom door. His hungry gaze rakes up and down my body. I changed into the same silk robe I wore last night. I didn’t feel like wasting time with layers of clothing tonight.

“You’re not going to leave after we’re done?”

Fox steps up to me, the heat of him warming me, and cups my cheek with his callused palm. “Alida, I’m not going to leave you ever again.”

Though I’m incredibly touched by his words, the gravity of them causes a hint of panic. This whole thing is supposed to be fake, although it hasn’t felt very fake lately. So, doesn’t that mean the sex is simply a bonus while we’re playing the cutecouple? Tomorrow afternoon, we head back to reality. Then what?

“Alida?” Fox’s beard brushes my neck as he kisses a trail down my collarbone.

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t turn that brain off—” He tugs on the tie of my rope. “—I’ll turn it off for you.”

“Good luck,” I tease, knowing full well he’s up to the challenge.

My robe falls to the floor as he tugs his shirt off, revealing those glorious tattoo-covered muscles. I notice a scar on his bicep I haven’t seen before and brush my fingers over the skin. “What’s this?”

“Bullet,” he says, his lips moving over my exposed nipple.

“You were shot?”

“Once or twice,” he says, his words vibrating against my sensitive peak.

“When—”

Breaking contact with my nipple, he cups both my cheeks and pins me with his whiskey brown stare. “Do you want to talk, or do you want me to make you come so many times you lose count?”

“Th—the second one.”

“Good answer.” Without warning, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed. As I shimmy to rest my head on a pillow, I watch him unzip his jeans and push them down. That damn bulge in his boxers will be the death of me, one way or another. But death by orgasm might be a good way to go.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“Can I trust you?”

“I’m clean, sweetheart.” He pushes down his boxers, at last revealing that massive cock. My mouth salivates at the sight. Has that ever happened before? Have I ever wanted to suck on a cockso badly? Or at all? “But as much as I’d love to put a baby in you someday, that time is not right now.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“So?”

“So get that cock inside me before I tackle you.”

“I told you, this first time, we’re doing thingsmyway.”

“Good luck.”

Fox crawls onto the bed and pushes my legs apart. Opening me to him as he kneels between my legs. Rough fingertips trace gentle strokes along my inner thighs as he stares at my pussy, as though admiring it. With his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips to expose me even more.

“Such a nice pussy,” he says in a low growl.

“I kind of thought of her as naughty.”

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