Page 13 of Cherished By the Fearless Mountain Man

Willa

Every inch of him is solid, hot, and mine.

I ride his hard dick, barely able to take him, and he lets out a curse that lights me up inside.I revel in the fact that I’m the one who makes him moan and curse like this.

He watches me like he’s starving.Like every movement I make is driving him even crazier.His eyes roam over my body, pausing at my breasts and my hips before zooming in on the spot where our bodies slam together.My cheeks heat under his gaze, but I don’t stop.I don’t want to.Riding him like this makes me feel powerful and beautiful.Desired.Cherished.

Fucking sexy.

He reaches up, one big hand cradling my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until I gasp.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he mutters in a rough voice.“Right here on my damn couch.”

“Good,” I say, breathless.“Then we’re even.”

I lean forward, bracing myself on his chest, and our lips meet.This kiss is nothing like the first.It’s filthy and desperate.His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth, riding him harder now, chasing that orgasm I know is close.Fuck, I can’t wait for him to come inside me.

His hand finds my waist, steadying me so I don’t jostle his leg, but I feel how badly he wants to move.Wants to take control.And if he wasn’t hurt, I have no doubt he would’ve flipped us over by now and wrecked me against the couch.

The thought makes me clench even harder around him, and he groans against my lips.

“Jesus, Willa—”

“I know,” I pant.

We move together, finding a rhythm that’s less about being careful and more about pure need.Every thrust, every grind of my hips sends me spiraling closer to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Come for me,” he growls while he grips my ass.“I want to feel you come.”

“Fuck.I’m… Brock!”

I cry out his name as I fly over the edge and shatter, clenching tight around him.Brock follows a second later with a hoarse shout as he empties his dick inside me.

I settle myself on the couch next to him, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

“You okay?”I whisper against his neck.“Is your leg okay?”

He chuckles.“Willa, I’ve never felt better in my life.”

He kisses me, looking at me intensely.And God, that look… It melts me.It’s not just post-sex bliss.It’s like he’s seeing all of me and loving it.

“I love you, Willa,” he says, confirming what I knew his eyes were trying to tell me.

I smile.“I love you, too, Brock.”

Epilogue

Willa

One year later

I find Brock out back with his shirt off and sawdust clinging to his skin.He stands over a half-built crib, one hand gripping the chisel, the other steadying the smooth pine frame.My God, he looks gorgeous.I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming.He’s hot as hell and sweet as pie.And he’s all mine.

He glances up when he hears me behind him, and that smile… Fuck, that smile still makes my knees weak.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he says, eyeing my swollen belly with concern.

I arch a brow.“Says the man who tried to clean gutters with stitches in his leg.”

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