Page 4 of The Mountain Man's Valentine Baby

“Damn right,” he sits on the edge of his bed and removes his prosthetic leg with a few quick flicks. It clatters to the floor, but he ignores it.

There’s a beige material wrapped around what’s left of his leg. I don’t know what it’s called, and I’m not going to ask. Whatever happened to him, he survived.

He gives his cock a harsh pump and rolls on a condom. “Spread those thick thighs and let me find heaven again.”

I do as he instructed, still so wet from my earlier orgasm. He lines up with my entrance and pushes inside slowly, both of us groaning at the contact.

“Got to tell you something,” he grits out between slow kisses.

“Whatever it is, I don’t care,” I tell him as he licks a stripe down my neck. This man’s tongue is the secret to world peace.

He thrusts in all of the way, his huge length breaching my channel. He’s so big that I gasp in shock at the thick intrusion. He barely gives me time to adjust before he’s pumping into me, still kissing down my neck and muttering soft words under his breath. I think he called me his girl and the words fill me with warmth.

“So, so good,” I mutter when he reaches for my swollen nub, teasing my clit until I come again on his hard shaft.

His thrusts grow more erratic before he finally collapses onto me, squishing me between the mattress and his body. I can barely breathe. His weight is suffocating me, and it feels so right. I want to close my eyes and stay in this moment for the rest of time. If only life were that easy.

Jasper

My girl snores. The thought makes me smile as I stare down at Thea, who’s curled up on my chest. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and drool is seeping from her open mouth.

She’s exhausted, completely worn out from the way I rutted her like an animal. I wanted to have more control, but she made me lose my damn mind, letting me into heaven between her legs like that.

I’ve never felt a connection with someone the way I have the beautiful woman in my arms. The moment I first saw her on the balcony, I could see our lives unfolding together. The wedding on the mountain with all of our friends in attendance, the honeymoon where I’ll fuck her relentlessly, the kids we’ll adopt and raise together. Even the rooms we’ll add onto my cabin.

I can imagine all of it so clearly. Maybe she’s why I survived. Maybe I was meant to be her soulmate. I’ll be the best husband and father. I’ll never take her for granted. I’ll make sure she wants for nothing and that all of her dreams come true.

As soon as she’s awake tomorrow morning, I’ll sit her down and calmly explain that she’s never leaving my side. I’m keeping her forever.

Chapter3

Thea

The next morning when I wake up, I’m disoriented for a moment before I remember last night. I remember Jasper and how he rolled me underneath his body three more times to take me throughout the night.

I reach for him, but his side of the bed is cold. I frown and push myself to a sitting position. All of my muscles protest, and I remember with a blush the way he put me on all fours and plowed into me from behind. The entire time he was thrusting, he was saying the filthiest things, and I loved every minute of it.

When I see it’s late in the morning, I reluctantly leave the bed. My toes scrunch automatically against the cold floors as I pad my way to the bathroom.

I finger-brush my teeth and take a quick shower. When I’m done, I go into his closet. I have a suitcase filled with tight sheath dresses in my rental car, but I grab one of his faded flannel shirts. It hangs on me like a loose dress, but the worn cotton is comforting against my skin. The thought that I’m wearing something that belongs to him makes my sore nipples pebble against the fabric.

I wonder what he’ll do when he sees me in it later. Will he rip open the front, buttons popping, and take me up against the nearest surface? My core clenches at the thought. Every time he touches me, he’s the right blend of gentle and rough. He always seems to know what I want before I do.

After I’m dressed, I grab my heels and my purse before I pad into his living room. He’s not here either. But in the kitchen, I find a note on the counter next to a freshly baked pie.

Thea,

I’m outside chopping wood. Have a piece of pie while you wait for me. You’ll need your strength for the filthy things I have planned for you.

Jasper

I chuckle at the note and cut myself a generous slice of his cherry pie. The crust is flaky and melts in my mouth when it hits my tongue. The cherry filling is the right mix of tart and sweet to leave me groaning. Even his desserts are delicious.

As I make my way through my new favorite breakfast food, I think about my upcoming week. I could push out my commitments for another day. Maybe even a few days before I’m needed back in my office. Most of my work could technically be done here.

Would Jasper like that? Would he like it if I hung around for a few days? Maybe I could watch him bake another one of these pies, see him chop some wood, and get to know more about him.

My phone rings, and I answer it when I see my assistant’s name on it.

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