Page 17 of Chiseled Mountain Man

She began moving on me—short, quick movements that teased me beyond belief. I closed my eyes and thought about my job. That was sure to keep me from coming. The work I’d done today, the big project we were starting next week, the fact that I might not be able to work alone too much longer…

“I’m touching myself now,” she said. “I think that will help.”

My eyes popped open at that announcement. She definitely wasn’t helping me hold back. Not with those words. I closed my eyes and did everything I could to shut out the image of her touching herself while I thrust in and out of her. In other words, the image of exactly what was happening right now.

“That feels better,” she said. “It still hurts, but oh God, I’m starting to feel warm again. Don’t stop.”

She was the one doing all the moving. Maybe she’d forgotten that. I was forcing myself to hold completely still, but I made the mistake of taking a look at her and noticed her right hand was no longer grasping the side of the stool. Yes, she was definitely touching herself.

I squeezed my eyes closed again and started thinking about football. The games I’d watched during the most recent football season. Scores, touchdowns, anything I could recall that would take my mind off what was happening in the moment.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come again,” she said, moving deeper on my cock than she had before.

She’d gotten past whatever caused the most pain, I assumed. Or maybe her body was already getting used to me. Whatever the case, I couldn’t be happier.

She cried out, saying my name in the process, and that was all it took for me to let myself go. I came with a grunt so loud, it sounded like a roar. I even heard myself say, “fuck,” drawing the “u” out for five seconds or more.

As I filled her with my seed, I couldn’t help but think, if she weren’t on the pill, we might create a baby. The idea of makinga human that was a combination of my DNA and hers made me happier than I ever imagined I could be.

Yes, I wanted this woman to have my babies. I wanted to raise those babies with her, right here in this town. To build a life, a home, a future…

I didn’t care what it took to make it happen, I would get to work on it. Starting now.

9

BRONTE

Where was I?

My eyes popped open, and I looked around. It was a brightly lit room, and I was in a bed that was not at all like mine.

My first thought was that it was the hotel room where I’d woken up yesterday morning. But no, this was a cabin.

It all came back to me at once. Sean. Yesterday. My first time. How could I have forgotten?

A big smile took over my face, and I turned to my right to see him sleeping next to me. My next move was to look to my left. I’d set my phone on the nightstand next to the bed. I reached over and, doing my best not to make a peep, picked it up, flipping it over to see the time.

My eyes widened at what I saw. It was after nine. Not a huge surprise, considering we’d been up most of the night making love.

I was still a little sore, but he’d given me no fewer than four orgasms. I’d given my first blowjob, and my second, with him encouraging me every step of the way. I had a feeling I was going to get better and better at that.

I rolled my eyes and set the phone on my stomach as I remembered what today was supposed to bring. I wasn’t one of the three finalists, but I was expected to sit with the other non-finalists and watch while three aspiring bakers battled for the grand prize.

I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to go home either. I wanted to stay here, in this cabin, with Sean.

I sat up, propping myself on my elbow. Then, using my fingers, I trailed a path over his chest, down toward his stomach. He stirred and his eyes opened. He looked over at me, a smile slowly spreading over his face.

“It’s after nine,” I said. “I’m supposed to be having breakfast with the other contestants right now.”

His eyebrows arched. “Is that what you want to do?”

I shook my head. “I want to stay here with you.”

His expression didn’t change at first, and I waited, not daring to breathe. This was the part that was scary. This was where he could tell me that it was fun, but he didn’t see a future with me.

Was that possible? I didn’t think so. I trusted him implicitly, like I’d said last night. I was scared, plain and simple. I’d never done this before. I had no idea what to expect.

“Do you want me to go?” I asked.

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