Page 7 of Mountain Man Protector

His lips against mine. We feasted. One of his hands, warm and calloused, tunneled under the fabric. His fingers splayed out under my thigh, lifting my leg higher until my core pressed right where we both wanted-needed. I rolled my hip against his erection; the move dampened my panties more than they already were, our groans filled the air from the decadent pressure.

I tunneled my fingers through his short, silky hair, leaving spikes wherever I touched. And Ridge didn’t disappoint. He plundered. Lifting my other leg, he placed it around his waist, clasped his hands under my ass, then began grinding his cock against my pussy.

“Yes, here. Now.” I pleaded, needy and ready.

“In my bed.” His low growl sent another flood of liquid warmth to settle low in belly. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.

His home was a blur as he marched down a dark hallway. How we reached his room without stumbling as we kissed was a miracle. The soft comforter cradled me as he placed me gently down on the bed. In a daze, we both stripped. No time for a slow tease. My patience gone as all I could mumble was, “Condom?”

With an irritated groan, “Right.” He reached across the bed and took one from his bedside table and, with shaky fingers, rolled it onto his straining cock. A bead of pre-cum balanced on the long tip. “Like what you see?”

My gaze flashed to his face, and I gasped at the naughty gleam in his eyes. Last time we were together, he had said little as he let me lead. I’d been the one begging, demanding for my pleasure.

Reaching out to circle the width of his erection as he finished covering his length, “Very much so.” Brushing my fingers under his heavy sack, his indrawn breath amping the current between us.

“You can play. Next time.” He removed my fingers, leaned over me and, with both my hands now captured in his, he placed my arms above my head before settling between my thighs. “Open for me, Addy.”

Nodding, I watched as he ran his large hands over my shoulders, then my breasts as his fingers toyed with my nipples. “So responsive. I love that about you.” He dipped his head, and I almost lifted my arms to cradle either side. “No touching. Not until I say.”

Before I could answer, his tongue laved one nipple, round the tip over and over, wringing a low throated moan from me. I arched my back, needing more, and he didn’t disappoint. Sucking my flesh into his hot mouth, he nipped, then soothed it before treating the other nipple to the same pleasure.

My knees bent without being directed, and I lifted my hips. “I know. I need it too. This perfect pussy is all mine and soon. But first I need that taste I promised.”

Nodding again, his lips and his tongue turning me into an incoherent puddle of need, I waited. Ridge trailed kisses down my abdomen. Hot need pooled between my folds and if he didn’t touch me soon, I just might scream.“Riiidge.”Instead of loud, my plea so soft I could barely hear myself over our breathing.

“Is this what you need?” He swiped a finger between my folds. My hips bucked from the electric contact. “So damn wet.” His growled words vibrated against my skin where he’d placed his lips inches above. His finger dipped into my channel and the scream I’d been holding back rent loose.

“Yeees!”

“More?”

“Yes, harder.”

Ridge gave me exactly what I wanted. Another finger inside me. His tongue lashed against my clit and the long buildup to this moment brought me oh, so close. The sharp tugs started deep in my womb as he worked me, my hips thrusting to meet his lips, to drive his fingers deeper.

“I’d say cum for me, but you’re almost there, baby.” Ridge hooked a finger and all my thoughts fled, my pleasure zeroing on what he was doing to me. The spasms building.

“Addy, my Addy.” He repeated my name over and over, like a prayer, as he thrust his fingers expertly, the friction bliss as he continued, not stopping until I broke. Bright lights appearing behind my eyelids, and I screamed his name. My chant overtaking his.

“Tell me, Addy. What do you want next?” I opened my eyes to find him up on his hands above me, that wicked smile on his lips, shiny from my orgasm. My hips settled as the last moments of my orgasm left me. “I wish it’d go on forever,” I whispered, then smiled at him as he chuckled at my words.

“I know. I feel the same way.” My eyes dropped to his cock, and I no longer pouted. “Now, that’s what I need.” Reaching between us, I guided him toward my entrance. “I want you inside me, Ridge.”

In one swift motion, he went from being cradled by my hand to cradled by my inner walls, and we both released a moan. No more talking, no more demands. Only this moment, as he filled me over and over. He held my gaze. His eyes had darkened to that shade of black I’d come to love. The sounds of our flesh slapping filled the room. More moans and nonsense words were exchanged until another orgasm robbed me of my breath.

Ridge rubbed my clit as my pussy milked his cock, both of us straining toward that glorious goal. Lost in each other’s pleasure, we came together. Breath mingling, soft kisses exchanged as he pounded into me, his head tipped back as we each took from each other, giving equally until the aftershocks settled. He spooned around me, holding onto me just as he had that first time, as if I was the most important thing in his world.

I laid still, panic overcoming me at how deep my feelings had also grown for Ridge. What had I gotten myself into and what the heck was I going to do now?

SIX

RIDGE

After reachingfor Addy again near dawn, it felt like I’d been asleep for just minutes when Beatrix’ howls woke me. It wasn’t the “Hey, I’m getting ready to throw up” screech, but more, “Hey, the kittens are coming, now!” howl I hadn’t known she was capable of. I’d been preparing by watching You Tube videos, so I thought I knew what to expect as I slipped from bed and went in search of the protesting feline.

I’d made her a birthing nest in the corner of my office, hoping she’d come out of her hiding spot to put to good use, and that’s where I thankfully found her. But instead of being in the beginning stages of birth, there were five fur balls in varying shades from identical gray like their mama to midnight black, mewling in a semi-circle around her, all blindly searching for her.

“Oh, my. I guess that’s Beatrix.” Addy had followed me in and was standing behind me. “Look at those babies. What do we do?”

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