Page 7 of Designing with the Mountain Man
“I’ve waited a long fucking time to see you in my bed again, my sweet girl.”
I wiggled beneath his intense stare, desire coursing through every part of my body. “Mmm, how much longer do you think you can wait?”
His eyes grew dark. “Why?” His tone sharp, biting.
“Just wondering.” I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and slowly began lifting it higher, up over my head, and tossed it to the side. His eyes grew big as he stared at my large breasts, the soft flesh spilling out over the top of my bra.
When I reached behind me to undo the clasp, Steeler groaned, as if seeing me naked physically pained him in all theright ways. My bra fell down my arms and my breasts spilled out on full display, my nipples hard as rocks.
Lifting my hips, I slowly slipped my jeans off, leaving me in nothing but a pink lacy thong.
Steeler whistled under his breath. “Fuck, baby.” The words came out managed with tension, pent up desire begging to be released. “I haven’t touched another woman since I’ve touched you, Mar, and I don’t plan on ever touching another woman but you. It’s been four long years of whacking off alone to thoughts of you, to woman pushing themselves on me, to wanting that physical touch so bad it hurts. Now you’re really here and I’m ready to fucking explode.”
Tears filled my eyes at his honest admission. While I didn’t think he would’ve been with someone else, I also didn’t ask questions. He wouldn’t hurt me in that way, and I wouldn’t hurt him either. Which is why it’s been a long four years apart.
“Me too.” I whispered.
Steeler pulled down his jeans and yanked his cock out from his boxers, the girth and length still just as impressive as before. “I want to taste you, I want to savor every inch of you, but right now…” Steeler’s voice trailed off before he choked out the last few words. “I need to be inside you. Hold on tight, it’s going to be a quick ride.”
Heat ran through me as if he had set my body on fire. He grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed, guiding my pussy over to his leaking cock. I felt the hard tip brushing against the outside, running up and down my seam, and teasing the ever-loving shit out of me.
Steeler took me in his arms and pulled me close as he pushed inside, his mouth finding mine in the heat of passion, and when he slid all the way inside, I let out a little scream, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady combination.
He picked up speed with each thrust, his cock hitting my insides. I reached down and cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing gently enough to cause him to moan.
“Fuck, Marlowe. I missed you so much baby.” Steeler said as he fucked me harder and harder.
Only a few short minutes passed and suddenly, Steeler roared like a wild beast as he filled me up with his hot seed. We kissed and kissed as I rode out another couple of my own orgasms and minutes later, Steeler’s dick was hard all over again.
We had a lot of lost time to make up for and now, there was no rush. We could take our time and explore every inch of each other’s bodies.
Which was exactly what I planned to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
Steeler
“Impressive, eh?”I passed my phone around to the crew at the monthly meeting, showing off the mural Marlowe did.
“Damn straight, it is. Not everyone can do that.” Lyric said from where he sat next to me.
“Seriously, she’s talented. And she’s a cake decorator you said?” Thane asked. He sat at the head of the table, a notebook and pen resting in front of him.
“Yes. She’s done some insane designs. 3D versions and everything. She has a portfolio of her work over at the bakery if you ever wanna check it out.” I said proudly, my chest puffed out and my face hurting from smiling so much.
“That’s awesome. Did the bakery open yet?”
“Yep, last week. Official name is Sweet Tooth Bakery.”
Lyric shot me a grin.
“Seems fitting,” Thane nodded. “I’m just excited we finally have our own bakery in town.”
“Me too.” Lucian said, along with a few other guys.
It had been exactly two weeks since the day Marlowe painted the mural and it’s been a whirlwind ever since.
Between spending every second of free time with her, to keeping her in my bed for as long as possible, the days flew. Work got busier and Marlowe was up to her eyeballs in bakery shenanigans, with a thousand things going wrong all at once.
