Page 7 of Wild for the Mountain Man

But I do. And god forgive me, but I want it. I want her to be mine. Want to kiss her, love her, fuck her until she can’t walk. Give Sam my last name and move them both into my place so that I can protect them and care for them for the rest of our natural born lives.

And I want to fuck her until she’s rounded and glowing with my child. I want to give Sam so many little brothers and sisters to play with that he’s never alone again. Fill our home with the sound of their little feet running and their giggles echoing in the beams and rafters at all hours of the day and night.

I want it all with this woman and I want it now.

But I need to be a little more patient than I’m feeling right now. Thank heavens the Army taught me a lot of things. How to figure out your objective and win it at all costs and the patience to make it happen. It’s the only thing keeping me from storming up to the little cabin and ripping the door open, carrying the two of them out and taking them home with me.

Right now, I’m staying in a a bigger cabin down the mountain that I’m renting until I find my perfect space but I’m gonna find it and then I’m gonna make it perfect for our family.

For her. For my nephew who I hope to one day call my boy. He needs me just as much as she does, they just don’t know it yet.

It’s five and I can’t take another minute away from her. It’s like she’s a siren calling me to the rocks she’s built up around her heart. Calling me to crash into them and annihilate them so that I can save her, touch her, taste her.

My dick goes so hard that it’s just about to punch a hole in the front of my dark jeans. I reach down, grimacing, and adjust myself. I hope that I can take it because right now it feels like I’ve got a fucking zipper imprinted on my throbbing cock and it hurts like a motherfucker.

Is she worth it? Hell yeah! But my body isn’t on board with the patience it’s gonna take to win her. My dick is an impatient motherfucker and he’s about to blow.

I finally reach her place and leap out, my strides long and quick. But even before I reach the door, it opens and she’s standing there in the light, her hair like copper flames, her eyes dark and mysterious. Sam is at her side, holding her hand and he grins at me, his eyes sparkling.

“Tacos!” He hollers. The kid’s got an appetite like his old uncle apparently. He’s ready for dinner.

I turn my eyes back to Livvy and the way her fuzzy aqua sweater caresses her soft, full breasts, dances down and skims her thick hips and thighs. Her legs are outlined by dark black leggings and she’s got a pair of high heeled black booties on that make her look taller, leggier. She’s a fucking wet dream right now. I can’t get to her fast enough. It takes me seconds to stand in front of her but it feels like forever.

She’s such a powerful force but she still barely comes up to my shoulder. She’s so tiny that I’m struck by the most overpowering urge to take care of her. Carry her out to my car and gently place her on the seat, making sure that every inch of her stays safe. Secure.

Holding out my hand, I wait until she places her dainty palm in it and then curl it around hers, gently caressing her skin with my thumb. She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes glowing golden in the back light behind her.

“Hello, beautiful,” I whisper, tucking her arm into mine and leading her to my car. Sam grins at me and then reaches out a hand. I let her go to take him and lift him high in my arms. “Hey, Sam! How are you, buddy? Looking forward to the tacos?”

He smiles and I see a missing tooth right out front. It gives him a slightly manic look. “I love tacos. They’re my favorite food.”

“Of course you do, man. You’ve got taste.”

He nods rapidly. I’m surprised he doesn’t get a headache from it. He’s like a little bobble-head doll. “Yeah.”

I glance over at Livvy as she stops at her car. “What are you doing?”

“He still needs to ride in a booster seat. He’s kind of small.”

“So’s his mom. But it’s okay. I’ve got one in my car. I checked earlier to see what he might need.”

She shoots me a suspicious look out of narrowed eyes. I hold my fingers up and cross my heart. “I swear, I’m not looking to take him away from you. I just want to get to know both of you.” And steal both of you, take you for my own.

I gently place him in the back seat and let her do his belt up. Then I close the door and open hers, holding a hand out. “Here you go, baby.”

“I’m not your baby,” she huffs. But her flushed cheeks and the stiff little points of her nipples against that fuzzy sweater say she likes it. A lot.

She sits down and I pull the belt across, ignoring her startled gasp. “I can do my own belt,” she huffs.

I stay right there, facing her, just inches from her eyes. My eyes drop to her lips and I groan when she sinks her front teeth into her bottom lip. “You don’t need to do a damn thing when I’m around, angel. I will always take care of you.”

Her soft skin flushes and I reach out a finger to run it gently down her cheek. “Like a rose petal. So perfectly soft and pink. Delicate yet strong. Perfect.”

I can think of something else that will be that soft and pink and my dick lunges at my zipper like a hellhound after a steak.

“Just sit back and let me take care of you, angel. Let me spoil you a little bit.”

She nods her head, flushing, glancing away, her eyes finding Sam in the back seat.

---