Page 18 of The Beast of the Mountain
“Look at me, Riley. Fucking look at me,” I growl. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Her eyes open, find mine, and within seconds I feel her pussy clench my cock tighter.
“That’s it,” I grit, still rutting her like an animal as she comes on my cock. “Fucking good girl. Fucking?—”
I can’t hold it any longer. I spill inside my girl, filling her up with my seed as I collapse on top of her, crushing her beneath me as my cock pulses inside.
“Bear,” she moans. “I can feel you. I feel…”
Grunting and sweaty I keep thrusting because it feels like heaven coming inside my girl. I want to drag out this moment forever. Etch her face in my mind. I’m the first man to see her come. I’ll be the last. The only man to see her come.
There will never be anyone else.
Riley’s mine. And I’m hers.
Chapter 7
Riley
“There’sno way I’m hopping into that water.”
I might be hot and sweaty from our hike up the mountain, but there’s no way I’m jumping in the frigid water. I’ll wait until we get back to the cabin.
“Suit yourself,” Bear says before stripping naked.
On second thought.
I start stripping as Bear wades into the water, buck naked, until it’s deep enough for him to fully submerge himself. If you were to ask me how I was going to spend my writer’s retreat, skinny dipping with a ruggedly handsome mountain man wouldn’t have made the list. Neither would most of the things I’ve done over the past few weeks.
Lose my virginity. Check.
Chop wood. Check.
Spear a fish. Still working on that.
And that’s not even a fraction of what I’ve done with Bear over the past month. I swear, I thought mountain life was simple, but I’m learning just how complex it can be. There’s so much about nature that I never knew. So much about what it takes to care for the land. There aren’t any restaurants or stores within walking distance. The closest doctor’s office is in the nextcity over. It’s not a simple life. It’s a hard life, but I’ve never been more fulfilled.
And my creativity has never peaked like this before. I trashed the novel I came here to write. Instead, I outlined and wrote nearly three-fourths of an entirely new novel.
Murder in the Mountains. The Cabin’s Secret. The Lost One.
I’m still working on the title but for the first time this year, I’m excited about my next thriller. And it’s all thanks to that guy.
Bear.
He’s moved back to the edge of the pool. Erect. How is he always erect? I’ve asked him that many times and he gives me the same answer.
Can’t help it, Riley. As soon as I see you, sweet girl, there’s no holding back. I’m rock hard for you, always.
I walk slowly toward him, goosebumps flaring across my skin as my nipples pebble. I knew bears lived in the mountains, but I never thought I’d fall in love with one. And I’m in love with Bear. There’s no question about it. And there’s no question that I’ll be staying with him in the mountains.
He protects me. He cares for me. He treats me like I’m the most precious gift in the world. I’m not letting him go. I’m not sure he’d let me go either. I wouldn’t have to tell him where my apartment is in the city. I have no doubt that Bear would track me down, break down my door, throw me over his shoulder, and take me back to the mountains.
I might have to try it…
Kidding. We’ve already talked about it and I will have to leave from time to time. Bear’s fine with it. He understands that there are certain things I need to do for my job and he doesn’t want to interfere. He says he might even join me. I can’t help but giggle at the idea of Bear wandering the busy city streets, kids gawking at him like he’s Sasquatch. Women too.
Hands off—he’s mine.
