Page 14 of Rugged Mountain Man

Gradually, my eyes slid closed again, and I found it harder and harder to force them back open. Oh yeah, this was starting to feel good. I could maybe get past the pain until he came. There was no possibility I’d have a second orgasm. That wasn’t the goal, anyway. We were trying to get past this. De-virginize me, break me in.

I almost laughed at that thought. My mind was all over the place, but it was helping with the pain.

My pussy contracted suddenly, and it hit me that my body was taking over. I could say all day that I couldn’t have a second orgasm so soon, but if my body responded to his touch, no amount of rationalization would matter.

“Oh.”

The word escaped me. It didn’t even sound like my own voice. It was deeper, throatier. This was definitely doing something to me.

“You like that?” he asked. “You’re still wet.”

I let out a sigh, tilting my head back a little. “Keep doing that,” I somehow managed to say. “That…feels…good.”

The last three words were spread out as I struggled to catch my breath. It wasn’t the exertion of bouncing on him, although that wasn’t easy—my thighs were already starting to burn a little from the movement. It was the heat building in the area of my body between my legs. A warmth that had happened multiple times over my life from my teen years up until now. But it was different, knowing what that heat would lead to if he kept touching me like that.

He began moving faster and faster over my clit, and soon I was bouncing faster as well. Some part of me realized he was going deeper than ever, and yeah, there was pain, but I didn’t care about that. The pleasure was overwhelming all of it.

I wanted to take him in farther, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept my shallow movements going. I focused on the feel of his index and middle finger over my clit, moving in a circular motion. Those movements seemed to speed up with every gasp I took.

My gasps soon turn into whimpers, then cries. I didn’t even recognize my voice anymore. My body had taken over, and I was more than happy to just let go.

This time, my orgasm was even more powerful than the last. It sucked the breath out of me while also letting me breathe easier than I ever had before. Nothing in my life had ever been like this. And I never wanted the feeling to end.

Too soon, it did end, leaving me breathless but determined to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. Since he wouldn’t have the pain I’d gone through, that wasn’t too hard a challenge.

I loosened my grip on his shoulders and began moving again, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed until this started feeling like actual sex. We were making love. For the first time in my life, I was making love.

I was no longer a virgin.

I began moving faster on him. When I dared to open my eyes and look at him, I saw he was no longer staring up at me. His eyes were closed, his hands on my hips as he gently guided me up and down.

When he grunted, I knew he was coming. Especially when his hands held me still. His shaft began throbbing inside me, and I had a fleeting thought that if I weren’t on the pill, he might be getting me pregnant right now.

I wanted to be pregnant right now. I wanted to have his baby.

And that was the first time in my life I ever really saw myself as a parent. Soon. Not in some faraway future, but within the next year or two.

Only with this guy, though. Only with Liam. There was no one else for me.

I collapsed into his arms, feeling him pulling me closer. And that was where I found true security. It wasn’t just about making love to this guy. It was about being safe with him. Having him look at me in that way that I knew meant as long as I was with him, someone had my back.

It was what I’d always needed. And now that I’d found it, I didn’t want to let it go. In fact, I’d work my ass off to make sure I had it for the rest of my life.

8

LIAM

The tension in the tent was like nothing I’d ever seen. I sat in the corner with a group of women who hadn’t made the finals.

Some had men with them. Men from my logging crew. We gave each other a nod but didn’t speak. This wasn’t our day. We were here as observers.

“Third place goes to Macy!” the host, a woman named Victoria, announced.

There was no dramatic pause before saying that last word. The woman hosting this shindig didn’t seem to know how to draw out the suspense. I was fine with that, though. If we could rush the rest of these announcements, it would be best for everyone.

The third-place winner walked to the front of the room, shook each of the judges’ hands, then moved to the side, smiling, hands folded in front of her as she waited for the next name.

My eyes didn’t leave Willow from that point on. She stood in the front row, three finished desserts in front of her. I felt like the luckiest man alive that she’d be the woman I’d call my wife someday very soon. I’d have the best baker in the country living under my roof.

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