Page 7 of The Mountain Man's Secret Bride
“Oh, Bay, that was incredible.” He made me feel so good. I want him to feel just as good. “It’s my turn to return the favor.” I reach for him, but he grabs my hands, holding them over my head and pinning them to the bed as he presses his chest against mine, keeping me in place.
“Not yet. I’m barely holding on. I need to be inside you now.” He growls, sounding more animal than human. "But before we do this, I need to tell you something." He pauses. "I'm a virgin. I've never done this before—never wanted to before you."
"Oh, Bay. I'm a virgin too. You're the only one I've wanted to do this with." He loosens his grip on my hands, letting me trail my hands down his back.
"Are you sure?" He asks as he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes the head inside of me. My muscles clamp around thepleasant intrusion, making him shudder. He pauses. “Are you ok?”
“I will be if you start moving.” I tease.
He pushes the rest of the way inside me with a smile, bursting through my barrier and claiming me as his.
I buck my hips, causing him to piston in and out of me at an insane pace. His fingers dance across my clit until I cry out, “Oh, Bay, yes. That feels so good. Don’t stop.” I moan against his mouth as his lips crash down on mine, causing me to come around his cock, my body shaking at the intense feeling.
Seconds later, he follows me over the edge, shooting his cum deep inside of me, making me his in the most primal way.
He bends down and kisses my lips. “Thank you. That was amazing. I’m glad I waited until I found you.”
“And I’m glad I waited for you, Bay."
“I’m going to spend the rest of our lives reminding you every day who you belong to now that our relationship is no longer fake.”
eight
Jessa
"Hurry up, if youwant to get to town as soon as the courthouse opens," Bay teases as I slip on my shoes.
The rain wasn't as bad as we originally thought. Bay checked the weather and tested the roads first thing this morning. Now we're rushing around getting ready for our big day.
"Just a minute," I call from the bedroom. It might seem crazy since it's only a courthouse wedding, but I wanted to wear the wedding dress I brought with me. I can't wait for Bay to see me in it—or out of it.
The man is insatiable, as he proved last night. He can go for hours.
I open the door and step into the living room. His eyes light up when they see me. "You're beautiful." He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. "We better get to the courthouse before I end up taking you again."
We giggle like teenagers as we leave the house, feeling balanced in my world for the first time in a long while.
A truck pulls into the driveway and two guys step out—one looks like a mountain man and the other one looks like a city guy.
“Brooks, what are you doing here?" Bay tenses up beside me.
“I had to run into town early today to drop Junie off at the bakery. This guy was asking around for a young woman who was possibly a mail-order bride.”
"And you brought him here?" The anger in Bay's voice catches me off guard.
“The last I knew, you didn't want a bride," Brooks glares at Bay almost as if he's itching for a fight.
"Gentlemen," the man in the suit interrupts their standoff. "Let me handle this." He turns to me. "Miss Spence, I'm glad I found you before it was too late. It seems your late mother's will was a fake. My former partner was swayed by greed and produced a fake will at the instruction of your uncle. The money is legally yours. You don't have to wait until you turn twenty-five, and you most certainly don't have to get married either."
I shift my gaze to Bay, his eyes boring into mine, but he doesn't say a word. So I say what we are both thinking. "I guess we don't have to get married after all."
Bay's response surprises me, "Can we talk about the money?"
The buzzing in my head begins softly, gradually growing louder until I can't bear the sound anymore and keep replaying the last few minutes in my mind.
“Your mother's will was a fake. Your uncle paid off my partner. We only recently uncovered the scheme. The money is yours—you don't have to get married or wait until you're twenty-five to claim it.”
The lawyer's words echo in my mind.
