Page 6 of The Mountain Man's Secret Bride
"It's not for sale." She snatches her tablet from the coffee table with a glare and slams it against her chest as if she's shielding it from me.
"Okay, okay." I hold up my hands in fake surrender. "Enough talk about your job and my ah…picture. I'll make us something to eat."
The rain continues to fall as I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Not exactly summer food, but with the rain and wind outside, it seemed appropriate.
“I hope you like it.” I place a steaming bowl of soup and a hot grilled cheese on the coffee table in front of her before grabbing my own soup and sandwich, balancing two bottles of water against my chest with my forearm to avoid spilling hot soup on my T-shirt, then sitting on the couch next to her and setting everything down on the table.
"Thanks." She takes a bite of the sandwich, the cheese hot and melty, clinging to her lips as she scoops it up with her fingers and puts it in her mouth. "It's so good." She says around a bite. It takes all my willpower not to pick her up, sit her on my lap, and feed her that damn sandwich myself.
Instead, I grunt and finish eating my supper as we sit in silence.
"It's getting late. I should probably wash the dishes and go to bed."
"I'll take care of the dishes. You go ahead and go to bed." I grab her plate from her hand and get up from the couch. "I'll see you in the morning. Sounds like the storm is dying down. We might not be stranded here at all."
A big smile spreads across her face as her eyes light up, "Do you think we could get married tomorrow?"
After a good night's sleep, she'll probably change her mind about marrying me, even if it's only in name. But for tonight, I can dream. "Sure." I give her a reassuring smile. "As soon as the roads are drivable, we'll go to town and get married."
With a soft smile, she nods, "Thank you, for everything, Bay." She stands and walks over to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Good night, Bay." Her lips linger on my cheek for a few seconds longer before she turns and walks toward my bedroom, and damn if I don't want to follow her and show her how much I want this to be a real marriage.
Instead, I pile up the dishes and quickly wash them before making a bed on the couch.
Silence fills the cabin as sleep eludes me in the dark of the night until the sound of moaning comes from my bedroom, which can only mean one thing—Jessa is pleasuring herself in my bed.
Visions of her naked, squirming in my bed until she comes, pop into my head. I try to turn the visions off, but they get stronger and stronger until I realize I've gotten off the couch and am standing in front of my bedroom door, seconds away from opening it.
Fighting a losing battle, I turn the knob and push open the door, claiming my fake fiancée the only way I can. "Our relationship might be fake, but I'll be damned if I let you come all over my sheets with your own hand."
seven
Jessa
“Our relationship might befake, but I swear I won't let you come all over my sheets with your own hand.”
I gasp at the sound of Bay's voice, and remember I'm naked in his bed with my hand between my legs, my fingers rubbingagainst my clit. Well, not anymore. Right now, my hand is still waiting to see what he'll do.
I don't want a fake relationship with Bay—I want something real.
"What if I don't want it to be fake, Bay?" I slide out of bed, the moonlight shining through the window illuminating my way to find him in the room. "Make love to me, Bay." I run my hands down his bare chest. "Make me yours."
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close, as his lips crash down on mine—a kiss meant to claim or control. I'm not sure, and at this point, I don't care.
"Are you sure?" He breaks off the kiss, his eyes searching mine in the moonlight.
"Yes, Bay, I want you—I want this." I reach for the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and push the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock.
He quickly steps out of his pants, “Let me taste you.” He whispers against my lips as he backs me up against the bed until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fall back as he falls with me, cushioning me in his strong arms.
He works his way down my body, licking and sucking every inch. My nipples are especially sensitive, puckering at the slightest touch of his tongue. He swirls his tongue around each one before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing my hips to shoot off the bed, as I moan his name.
“Bay, that feels so good.”
He continues exploring my body with his mouth until he reaches my pussy. He pauses slightly, causing my body to throb with need.
“Please, Bay.” I wiggle my hips, pressing my core into his face, silently begging him to keep going.
Taking the hint, he dives into my pussy, running his tongue along my slit, making me wiggle even more. Until finally, he thrusts his tongue into me before flicking my clit with his tongue over and over until my whole body tightens, then shakes in release.
