Page 12 of Wanted By the Mountain Man

But that didn’t mean this was over. In fact, it had just begun.

I expected him to turn me around and set me on the table. But instead, he pulled my shorts all the way down. I heard the rustling of him unbuttoning his jeans, then unzipping, and looked back in time to see his hard cock springing out.

There would be moisture on his tip, I was sure. I knew his cock all too well. I longed to turn and take him in my mouth and suck him until he came. Sometimes I even made him come on my tits. It seemed dirty, but I found it hot as hell.

But not tonight. Tonight, he’d come inside me.

I leaned forward, and he maneuvered me into place, his jeans still around his ankles. He used his left hand to guide his cock inside me.

Oh God, that felt so good. He filled me up. But I knew what was coming next. As he stepped into place, he moved his hand to my clit, resuming the same strokes he’d made earlier.

I gripped the table. “Harder,” I whispered as he slid into me.

He went as deep as he could, then pulled out, moving in slow, deep thrusts as his finger rapidly moved back and forth over my clit. I closed my eyes and focused on his heavy breathing. He was almost panting, and it went straight to my core.

And as always, just when I thought it was impossible to come again so quickly, within seconds my orgasm overtook me, and a cry escaped my lips despite my efforts to be quiet. That cued him to fully enjoy being inside me. He always held back to make sure I finished first.

As I slowly came down from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, Rourke began moving faster. He didn’t even try being quiet, letting out a cry so loud, they probably could’ve heard it out on the street if anyone had been driving by with their windows down.

But I could only smile. I loved knowing I could bring him so much pleasure that he couldn’t contain himself.

I took a deep breath as he withdrew and stepped back. Then I pulled on my shorts and fastened them, not taking my eyes off him as he stuffed himself back into his underwear and then his jeans.

He winced as he tried to zip them. “I may have to wait a few minutes for that.”

I laughed and looked around. “Nobody around to see you tonight.”

“I’ll help you close up,” he said. “But first, I’m going to make us a couple of sundaes, and then we can sit and discuss what we’re going to do with the rest of our night.”

It was Friday, but a few years ago, Mom had hired a crew for mornings. That meant I didn’t have to work the godawful hours I’d kept before we had our first kid.

Now that Kerrie and Dane were nine and seven respectively, early mornings weren’t such a big deal, and I worked them whenI needed to. But tonight, I wanted to stay up late with my man. Maybe all night.

“Don’t forget the cherry,” I said as he was heading toward the front.

He paused, turned, and looked at me. “I thought I took care of that years ago.”

I groaned. “That doesn’t even qualify as a dad joke.”

“Hey, I never said I was a professional comic.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “You’re great at everything else.”

And he was. He was the love of my life. I always thought it was likely I’d meet my future husband here in the diner. I just never imagined he’d be one of the mountain men that everyone swooned over.

He wasmymountain man, and he made me swoon every day. And yeah, I liked it a little that he turned heads wherever he went. It gave me a sense of pride.

And all those people were right. I was the luckiest woman on Earth to have found such a hot guy who was also an amazing dad and husband.

I didn’t take that for granted. Not a single day of it.

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