Page 27 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“Be right back,” he says, then disappears into the adjoining bathroom. I flop over onto my back, too limp to hold myself up any longer. How many times did I come? Four? Four and half? It’s a miracle I’m still conscious.

I hear water running, and then he’s back with a cloth in his hand.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me help you get cleaned up.”

I do as I’m told, and he kneels on the bed between my spread legs. It’s dizzying to think that just a few hours ago, I’d never even been kissed, and now, here I am, lying limp from orgasms from my incredibly hot, much older boyfriend.

Logan swipes the cloth over my stomach, my inner thighs, my mound before gently cleaning my swollen pussy. He rubs the cloth over my sensitive clit, my lips. He cleans up the cum dripping out of me with so much tenderness that it makes my chest constrict. I push up onto my elbow and reach out, needing to touch him. I trace the line of his jaw, his lips, his chin, his stubble rough under my fingertips.

Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and slides onto the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. I sigh contentedly, snuggling into him. Logan’s arms feel like home. Like this was always where I was meant to be.

His heart beats steadily under my ear, a comforting rhythm that soothes me into a state of semi-awake bliss. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly.

I’m never letting him go.

“Logan,” I whisper, looking up at him. He looks more peaceful, more relaxed that I’ve ever seen him. “What happens next?”

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, smoothing the strands between his big fingers. “We have a nap, make dinner, then whatever you want.”

I smile and cuddle into him. “No, I meant…tomorrow. Going forward.”

“Tomorrow, I find my keys and dig out my truck and take you home. Then, I think what I’d really like is to take you on a date.”

“That sounds perfect,” I sigh. “What if you can’t find your keys?”

He chuckles softly. “I’ll be able to find them. There’s an AirTag on my key chain.”

My mouth falls open and I push myself up with a hand on his chest. “You mean you could’ve just gone and found your keys this entire time?”

Mirth lights his eyes from within and he shrugs. “Technically, yes.”

I smack at his shoulder. “Then why didn’t you?”

“And derail the cutest kidnapping I’ve ever been part of? No way.”

I can’t stop the laughter bubbling up inside of me, and soon, tears are filling my eyes as we both laugh. “I’m not a very good kidnapper,” I giggle, and Logan pulls me back down into his arms.

“Are you kidding me? This is definitely the best kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of. I’ll be your hostage any time, baby.”

I lift my head again. “Maybe next time I’ll tie you up.”

Logan grins, heat sparking in his eyes. “And what would you do with me if I was at your mercy?”

I kiss along his shoulder. “Whatever I want, Daddy.”

He tips my face up to his and captures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue sweeps almost lazily into my mouth, and I can feel his cock hardening against my thigh. I moan softly, pressing myself against him, already hungry for more.

I lose track of time as we kiss and kiss, and when he finally breaks the kiss, his breathing is ragged. Mine, too. “If you want to tie me up and have your way with me, I’m game. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours. You’re mine to love, to take care of. To cherish.”

“And you’re mine to love and care for. To cherish.”

A beat passes between us, and it feels as though we’ve just said vows. Promises to each other that we very much mean to keep.

“I love you, Kaylee.”

“I love you, Logan.”

We start kissing again, and in this moment, everything feels perfect. Everything feels right.

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