Page 11 of Praised By the Mountain Man

“Thought you could use a bit of a break, blondie,” Luke says with his signature smirk. He looks so handsome in the morning, hair a bit messy, blue eyes glowing as they look at me. “Hope you like blueberry, Rubes here told me they’re your favorite.”

I love their connection; it fills me with joy to see them getting along so naturally. “I love blueberry, Ruby Do knows me better than almost anyone,” I say, walking further into the kitchen and giving my baby sister a squeeze.

“Careful, Tessy, I don’t want you to get burned,” she says, turning her attention back to the gridle.

“Thanks, Rubes, I’ll be careful.” I turn to Luke, and he opens his arms to me in a full-on bear hug and I can’t help but dissolve into it. Nothing feels better than being in his arms. We break apart before Ruby can comment on our easy intimacy, but I feel changed by all of it.

I grab some dishes out of the counter and set out juice and milk before asking Luke how he takes his coffee.

“I don’t,” he replies. “Caffeine messes me up a bit.” I look at him with acknowledgement, knowing he fights more demons than he lets on, but not wanting to push him on the subject. I make myself a cup, loaded with sugar cookie creamer, my favorite, and we settle at the table with Luke and Ruby’s feast between us.

“This all smells delicious,” I say, surprised by how good Ruby’s pancakes actually taste. We’ve cooked together before, but this is her first time operating without my supervision, and I’m seriously impressed.

We eat and discuss what Ruby’s week at school was like. She’s a great kid and seems to get along with everyone, despite all she’sbeen through. She usually has a roster of standing playdates every week and I’m grateful that her friends’ parents recognize that I already have my hands so full.

“What are you ladies up to today?” Luke asks as we’re cleaning up from breakfast. I honestly hadn’t thought about it, the weekends are usually a mad rush, but with the school year winding down, this is the first off weekend we’ve had in months.

“We actually don’t have any plans at all,” I say, surprise in my voice at the realization.

“Want to hang out with us, Luke?” Ruby asks from her stepping stool in front of the sink. I’m trying to be good about teaching her responsibility, so she’s responsible for rinsing off dishes and loading them in the dishwasher after most meals. A role that, to my delight, she takes very seriously. She won’t put a plate in the dishwasher if it has even a speck of food left on it.

“I would love to, Rubes. As long as it’s okay with your sister,” he says, eyes turning to mine with a mischievous glint, like he already has a plan up his sleeve.

“Fine with me,” I say, meeting his smile.

“Rubes,” I say after a moment, still not breaking eye contact with Luke, “Why don’t you head downstairs and watch some TV for a bit while Luke and I figure out what to do today.”

She eagerly agrees as I almost never offer her free TV time. Before I know it, she’s hopped off her stepping stool and is rushing down the stairs. I wait until I hear the murmur of cartoon voices from the TV before moving towards Luke, he moves to me at the exact same moment and scoops me up into his arms.

We meet in a furious kiss, desperate for each other even though it’s only been a few hours since we were last together.

“Need you. Badly,” he says against my lips. He turns with me still in his arms and races up the stairs like a madman. I cackle at his rush and just hope Ruby doesn’t get curious at the sound. We make it back to my room and he kicks the door shut behind him before tossing me on the bed.

“Strip. Now,” he says, pure want dripping through his voice. I do as he says, stripping off my pajamas in two fluid motions before settling back on the bed. He removes his shirt and pants, standing naked and fully erect before me like some kind of marble statue.

Before I know it, he’s pulling my legs towards where he stands on the foot of the bed and dropping to his knees before me. “Need to taste you.” And he does. He dives headfirst into me, licking and teasing me with such vigor, I feel almost too overwhelmed for release. Every lick heightens every nerve in my body, driving me closer and closer to what I know will be the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Just as I’m about to fall off the ledge, he slides two thick fingers inside of me. Curving and twisting them so expertly I nearly scream at the change as his tongue continues to expertly work my clit.

“Come for me, baby. Want to have you all over my tongue.” His words do me in and I’m falling, falling, falling, for the fifth time in a day and I can’t help but wonder if it will always be like this—if we’ll always be able to satiate each other in this way.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” he mumbles as he laps up my release. His reverence never ceases to amaze me, and I’m filled with something new as I look back at him. I can’t pin it, but it’s new and it’s overwhelming.

He rises, fisting his cock once again and I see the tip dripping with pre-cum. I am suddenly desperate to taste it, to taste him. He must see that desire in my eyes.

“Have a lick, baby,” he says, walking towards me. So, I do. Although I’m not sure what I should be doing, I stroke him with my tongue like he’s a lollipop, sucking and licking every single inch of him. His hot, salty taste overwhelms my senses. Just as I feel I’m about to taste more of him, he nudges my chin.

“I want to finish inside you.”

I nod. He flips me onto my stomach before lifting my hips and driving into me from behind in one slick stroke. He fills me instantly and I gasp at the pressure.

“Oh my godddd,” I groan out as he begins pushing in and out of me. He reaches a hand around to tease my clit and I feel like I could come apart right then.

“Wait for me,” he says, upping the pressure of his hand and the speed of his strokes. I’m a goner instantly and I can feel him exploding inside of me as I pulse around him. He collapses on top of me and we’re a pile of sweaty, sticky messes and I couldn’t feel more satisfied.

A few minutes later, when he scoops me into his arms and guides us into the shower, I’m finally able to pinpoint that feeling from earlier.Love. I love him.

The thought washes over me as the water from the shower does, as he lathers my hair and gently washes my body clean, as he presses soft kisses all over my body.

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