Page 15 of My Grumpy Mountain Man

“I’m not exhausting,” I say again and this time I believe it. I believe his words. My words. I believe that maybe I’m not right for some people but it doesn’t mean I can’t find my tribe too. I can. It’s just a matter of finding them, of finding the people who will allow me to be who I am. And one of those people is Marcus.

I see him smile, a smile that beats every single one I’ve seen so far.

“Tell me again.”

And I do, once, twice, ten times until he stops holding my chin and wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight. A few tears leave me, feeling more at home than I ever felt before. I love this man, he's my safe place, I know that in my heart. I've known ever since I met him, that certainty but my brain didn't want to believe it.

He interrupts a smile whispering in my ear. “Don't go today, only tomorrow. I’ll drive you to the school. Let me have you for a little while longer.” There's something so desperate in his words and I understand now that he's holding me tight, as much for him as for himself. He still thinks I'm leaving. There's no chance in hell I ever will.

"I love you too," I say, the sound muffled by his chest.

He pulls back, a pleading expression in him.

"I love you, you didn't hear me say anything else. I love you."

He wraps me in his arms. "I'm still me, I'm never going to be as smooth as Damon."

"I don't care. I love you all the same. And I want a family with you."

"What if I'm not good at being a parent?"

"You'll learn. We'll learn together. How does that sound?"

"So good. Too good to believe it. I want you to be mine so fucking much."

"I'm yours. It's weird for me too, but what I said to Damon, about someone making him change his mind is how I feel about you. I didn't expect to fall in love here on Pepys, just a few days after I arrived. But sometimes you just know. And I just know I want you, Marcus. I just know we're meant to be."

"I feel that too. All I want is for you to touch me. It's like I can't breathe if you don't."

"I'm fine with that. In fact, why don't I start now?"

So I kiss him but don't stay on his lips for long as mine start to wander into the deep forest that leads to his hard length. I've been wanting to touch him but he hasn't let me. But this time, he's not pushing me away, I'm quick to remove his jeans and finally see what he’s been hiding from me. I feel myself get wet when I see his big, thick length. I get on my knees and lean forward. He grabs my head.

"Sunshine, are you–"

I don't let him talk, taking him into my mouth. He groans and then all I hear is “oh my god,” over and over again. I revel in it, it soaks my panties, how much I'm enjoying this. I've never enjoyed giving head much but with Marcus, everything is better. There's a deep need within me to make him groan like that, to make him feel desperate.

He pulls my head back. "You need to stop. There's nothing I want more than to be inside you, and I'm not going to do that if you keep going with that perfect mouth of yours.

He pulls me up. "It seems like you were made for me. Were you, sunshine?"

I nod, because it's what I feel. I feel like I was made for him and he was made for me. We exchange rough kisses, full of tongue, full of pure need.

"Your pussy felt so good in my mouth. I don't know what it'll do to me when I've my cock buried inside you."

I moan and cling to his chest in response.

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you so much, Marcus. I want your cock inside me."

He lifts me up and carries me over to his bedroom, which smells so much like him that it heightens the pleasure I'm already feeling.

When he's on top of me, I'm already moaning with the thought of what will happen next.

"Tell me, do you really want this? We don't have to do anything today."

"Marcus! Does it look like I want you to stop?"

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