Page 21 of The Mountain Man's Runaway Bride

“Yeah?” he asks, leaning down to search my eyes.

“My ex.”

“Oh.” His face falls, but he quickly hides the disappointment behind his usual mask. “I get it. You just broke up a few days ago.”

“It’s not that it’s…” I release a shaky, frustrated sigh. “It’s that he was cheating on me. We only slept together a few times in the past couple of months.” Which, in hindsight, should have been a sign that something was going on behind my back. “We always used protection but… but I think I should get tested before we…”

Understanding dawns on his face, and his expression softens. “Oh, Quincy. You have no idea how good you are.”

“You’d do the same.”

He nods at that. “We could fly into town. There’s a clinic there.”

“Yes, let’s do that. Let’s go right now.” I take his hand. “If we leave, we can be there and back?—”

He tugs my hand and pulls me back until I’m pressed against the boulder.

“We’ll fly to town in a moment. But there’s something I have to do first.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it up. “We don’t need a test for me to make you come.”

He holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth to my breast.

I suck in a breath as he pushes my bra aside to latch on a nipple. Smirking with his mouth full of me, he slides his hand back under the waist of my waist of my pants. A long calloused finger traces my seam before sliding to find my clit.

I reach up to grip onto his shoulders to hold myself steady as his mouth and tongue rove my breast. I gasp for breath as his fingers go to work swirling around my clit.

And when he finally takes me to the top of the mountain, I scream loud enough not even the crashing waterfall can drown at the sound of my pleasure.

A few days later, Knox enters the cabin after doing his afternoon rounds of the property. Scraping his boots, he turns to close the door and his gaze lands on me. He freezes,

Fire ignites in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me. Sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace. Naked.

Well, mostly naked. I’m wearing a pair of lace panties that I found at the store when we went to Anchorage a few days ago. And I’m wearing one of his flannels. I’ve left it unbuttoned. But it’s spread so you can see most of my breasts.

The look of shock and pure desire on Knox’s face is worth the effort.

“I had a phone call while you were out,” I say.

He blinks, slowly, and takes a slow breath. “Did you?”

“Mmm hmm.” I trail a finger slowly through the valley between my breasts. He sucks in a breath. “The doctor’s office called.”

He takes a step closer. “Did they?”

“They had the results.”

He takes another step. “Oh?”

I nod.

“How do you feel about them?” he asks, moving even closer.

“I’m pleased.”

“Are you?”

I nod again, my chest rising up and down in anticipation now that he’s nearly within reach. “I’m all clear.”

He rubs his lips together. “That’s good.”

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