Page 9 of Hooked By the Mountain Man

Lol. BTW, I have a lot to tell you tonight...

I hope it has something to do with the tall, sexy man sleeping on your porch. Because I'm dying to know what that's about.

What?!

I quickly crawl out of bed and make my way down the steps. I peek out the small window of my door, but I can't see anything, so I throw it open and Ethan spills backward into my house.

"Morning," he says sleepily, completely unfazed and sporting a scruffy five o'clock shadow that I immediately picture between my legs.

"You slept here all night?" I stare at him, dumbfounded.

Ethan sits up, stretching his back as he disentangles himself from the sleeping bag. "No, I wrote for most of it." He stands, and the impressive bulge at the front of his pants distracts me for a moment. I look away quickly, but Ethan doesn't take his eyes off me. "You're my muse, Brynn."

I roll my eyes in an effort to tamp down the girlish glee bubbling up within me because who talks like this? "Yeah, I cansee what my musing does to you." I look pointedly at his crotch with a raised eyebrow.

"You're the one walking around looking like sex on a plate, Brynn." Ethan's hungry gaze roves over my body, and I glance down, realizing I'm only wearing undies and the tight tank top I slept in. My cheeks heat as I notice my hardened nipples begging for his touch like erotic little sluts.

"I dreamed about you, Brynn." Shutting the front door behind him, Ethan stalks toward me. As if called to attention, his bulge grows before my eyes.

I can't look away, even as I take a step back and bump against the kitchen counter. Damn, this tiny house. I want to run toward and away from this man, and I don't have enough square footage to help me decide properly.

He invades my space, pressing against me. Leaning forward, he kisses my collarbone, laving his tongue against my skin. His hands grip my hips as he sucks gently along the soft skin of my neck. My chest heaves, and a small whimper escapes. I close my eyes as his cock presses against my stomach and take a calming breath.

No boys allowed. No boys allowed. No boys al-

Ethan's thick fingers trail along my hip and across my lower stomach, tucking into the top of my panties, but he stops before going any farther. He pulls back, waiting for my consent as his fierce blue eyes pierce through all my shields.

With any other man, I'd be disgusted by this level of control-freak intensity, but with Ethan, I want to tease him within an inch of his restraint and then let him unleash his possessive infatuation on my body. My nipples tighten thinking of what he might be able to do with his hands and tongue. My pussy weeps, begging me to give in already.

Fuck it.Oneboy allowed.

I lunge forward, turning my head slightly to kiss him properly, and maybe it's a concussion after all, because fireworks explode in my damn brain when our lips meet. I wrap my arms around his neck, our tongues tangling as he opens his mouth. Ethan takes over immediately, nudging my legs wider with his knee as his thick finger slides through my wet folds.

"Oh god," I breathe out, stilling and gripping his muscular biceps to steady myself as he finds my clit and begins slow circles. Ethan grins, and I spread my legs even more to give him better access.

"That's right, baby. Let me in." Ethan's thumb takes over on my clit as he pushes one thick finger into my core.

"Oh fuck," I moan. Reaching for the hemline of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head to toss it away.

"You are so beautiful, Brynn." Ethan stares at my body in awe, and I have never wanted to fuck a man so badly in my life. No, not just fuck him. I want to let him worship my body and then tie him to my bed and keep him forever.

Oh no.

I don't have time to analyze the ping-ping ball thoughts in my brain because Ethan chooses that moment to pull his fingers from me, and I whine like a toddler.

He chuckles and lifts me onto the counter like I weigh nothing. Peppering kisses along my collarbone, my shoulder, and then down one arm and the other, he stops when he gets to the little bandage on my forearm from the hook and grimaces. "Baby, let me take care of you. I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Yesterday I would have protested. Today, I nod. "Get those fingers back to work, and we're even."

"No. I need to taste you." Ethan grins wickedly and pushes me back gently until I'm lying on the counter. He quickly removes my panties. The butcher-block wood is uncomfortable under my back, but within seconds I don't have the bandwidth to thinkabout it, because the crazy man who hasn't left my side since yesterday descends on me like he's starving. His tongue finds my core, and he immediately licks me like an ice cream cone. I must be this man's favorite flavor because he moans from my taste, doubling his efforts when I buck against him and call out my pleasure.

I'm drowning in sensations, lightheaded as I squeeze my breasts together and pluck at my nipples. Moaning, I gaze between my legs as Ethan looks up. Locking eyes with me, he finds my clit and flicks it with his tongue. He has one finger inside me, thrusting into my throbbing pussy, and I have to roll my nipple with a sharp pinch to keep myself grounded. I close my eyes tightly, calling out his name as I writhe against him.

"Oh god, Ethan!" Panting, I look down again. Ethan's staring at me with the same intensity as yesterday, and it sends warmth throughout my body and into my heart. I cannot catch feelings for this man.

Too late,my horny pussy declares as she grips Ethan's thick finger like she's desperate for it to be another part of his body doing the work.

In an effort to break the emotional connection, I lay my head back and try to focus on the physical sensations as his magical mouth drives the intensity higher and higher.

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