Page 18 of Tormented Mountain Man

“My roommate’s planning to visit,” she said. “Maybe you can fix her up with one of your mountain man friends so we can go on double dates. Plus, I talked to Cassady, and she thinks she can get me work here. With my experience, I don’t think it’ll be too hard.”

“I like the sound of that.”

And as I lowered my face to capture her mouth in a kiss, I realized just how happy I was. I hadn’t felt this free since I was a kid.

For the first time, I didn’t feel like I was on guard. I had a purpose, and that purpose was the woman in my arms. To make every day perfect for her. To make her happy.

EPILOGUE

JOELY

Morning wood was the best kind of wood. That’s what my husband said, even before we were married.

It had been a full five years and two kids since we’d said “I do.” One of those kids had just been born. Alaina was only four months old, which meant we had to work in time to get down and dirty in the bedroom. And that was exactly why I pulled back the sheets and stationed myself above his morning wood, taking him in my mouth.

He stayed asleep. Well, his eyes were closed anyway. But his sleep-breathing paused—not necessarily a sign he was awake, but definitely a sign I’d gotten his attention.

Was he dreaming of me? In his dream, was I doing this in the cabana at the beach where we’d spent our honeymoon? I had covered myself with a towel and done exactly this with people all around. They couldn’t see us inside our privacy tent, but knowing people were around had definitely made it more than a little exciting.

He squirmed on my third stroke. This time, I took him deep, touching his balls the way he liked.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, he groaned and stirred. I was definitely getting to him. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at me, his sleepy gaze quickly turning into that intense stare I knew so well. That only encouraged me to take him deeper and twist my hand just the way I knew he liked.

He groaned. His eyes closed again, and for a moment, I thought he might let me finish this way.

But no. I should have known better. Within seconds, he reached down and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Get up here,” he said. “I want you to ride me.”

I already had my nightgown off by the time I was on my knees, straddling him. I stared down at him, taking in the heat in his gaze.

“These are going to have to go too, babe,” he said.

I was above him by then, my legs parted, the cool air reaching my slick heat even behind the cotton of my underwear. But he didn’t let me take them off yet. Instead, he slid his hand between my legs, diving beneath the cloth and parting my folds with his fingers.

He groaned again when he felt how wet I was. Then he began moving his finger over my clit in quick, rhythmic strokes, making me close my eyes and gasp.

He didn’t let up, his erection poking my leg as he focused all his efforts on making me come. The faster he moved, the wetter I got. It just felt so damn good. My hips began moving without me even consciously willing it, and I reached up to cup my breasts, pinching the beaded tips between my fingers.

When my orgasm took over my body, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The kids were still asleep. That wouldn’t last much longer, but I wanted us to finish this before I heard the inevitable baby’s cry.

The thought only took me out of the moment briefly. I was able to quickly channel my thoughts back into what washappening. I looked to the right, to that big mirror we’d hung on the wall. Only we knew how much I liked to watch. There, I could see myself above him, naked, my hands on my breasts, teasing myself.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as waves of heat flooded my body.

Finally, I came down. I let out a deep breath, like I’d just had the workout of my life, before opening my eyes and smiling at my gorgeous husband.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too. Get down here and kiss me.”

He knew I liked being ordered around. Only in the bedroom, of course. He wouldn’t think of doing it anywhere else—it just wasn’t in his nature. We were true partners.

I worked for a real estate developer here in Seduction Summit as a go-between with the city. My insights into urban planning had helped when we were constantly trying to get things passed through city council—not just here, but in the other areas of North Carolina where my boss had properties. It was a part-time gig that worked well with my three-year-old’s busy schedule and would continue to work as my kids got older.

Our oldest, Grayson, was three and adored by us both. His little sister was already the apple of her dad’s eye. He’d said he wanted a boy, and we’d gotten one. But I don’t think even he realized just how much love he’d have in his heart for a little girl.

My husband slid my panties down as he kissed me, and I helped him maneuver them off. Then I rose above him and sank onto him, remembering the day this had hurt.

---