Page 12 of Mountain Man's Valentine
Sheisa romantic. I can see it in the glimmer of her eye when she looks up into the sky and then turns her head to see me, and then closes her eyes and smiles, her eyelashes tickling her skin.
I keep my hand locked onto her wrist, holding her firmly as I guide us up to my home. It is getting colder by the moment, and the snow is starting to become heavier.
My house is nestled into the side of a rocky hill in the Northern California woods, above the power lines and looking down over the beautiful terrain. I chose this house on purpose. I chose this land on purpose. I don’t get a lot of company up here.
I haven’t ventured out in a long time. I’m able to go into town a few times a week if I want a drink at the local bar, and I have a staff that takes care of everything around the house, from cleaning to cooking to grocery shopping. I don’t have to leave the property if I don’t want to.
And I haven’t wanted to.
I haven’t wanted company.
I haven’t wanted companionship in a long time.
Not since…
My house appears at the top of a small set of wooden stairs cutting the distance from the narrow dirt road up to the path to the house.
It has everything I need. Everything I’lleverneed. Everything Val will ever need, too.
Valoria instinctively grabs onto one of the banisters flanking the stairs, and I grab her by the waist from behind, helping her keep her footing as I guide her up. Because of the snow I’ve let my staff have off for the day, and though they were supposed to come back tomorrow, I think I’ll tell them to take a paid day or a few off.
I need some time alone with Val.
Her hips move and sway as I let her walk ahead of me to my house. She looks so natural walking toward my home, the modest-looking cabin from the outside and adorned with luxury on the inside.
And no one will hurt her again. I have the best security in this place, andI’mthe only one who will lay a hand on her ever again.
We get to my front door and her eyes trail up my home, taking in the view. The tall, magnificent trees around the home shoot up to the sky as the snow continues to fall harder and land on her perfect face.
“You livehere?” she says, leaning softly against the door.
Icannothelp myself for another moment, and I step toward her, erasing the distance between us in one fast motion, taking her face in my hands and crushing her lips with mine.
I am likerockwhen I feel her soft tongue move against mine, her soft lips kissing me with as much want and desperation as I feel growing inside my body.
I press my thumb against the side of her cheek and shemoans, and I move to pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her back, pressing her hard against the wall. Her legs give out softly and I pull her up, putting my large, steady hands under her small, curvy ass. I want to feel her skin, and as I push myself against her, she opens her mouth wider, moaning into me as I press my cock up against her.
My Val sighs and wraps her legs around my waist, throwing her arms around my neck.
“You won’t ever be alone on Valentine’s day again,” I whisper into her ear, pressing my lips against her skin.
Val.
My Val.
My Valentine.
We disentangle from our kiss and she floats down to the ground until her feet are planted firmly, standing before me.
I’ve wanted her for a fuckingyear. Ithoughtabout her every day. I never touched myself while thinking of her, though. It wouldn’t have been right. She is too perfect, and I didn’t want to spoil it.
I’ve never wanted something for so long. Everything I want, I take. I claim what I want. I don’t ask, and I don’t take no for an answer. Thereisno answer, because I don’t ask a lot of questions.
But she has been the exception. She is the one thing I’ve been unable to have. Because I locked myself away.
But I have been away for too long. For too damn long.
And now I can make her mine.
