Page 22 of Mountain Man's Valentine
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Cole
Ibreathe.
I can finally breathe.
“It’s a shame they left your backyard like that. If I’d known...if any of us had known. I don’t know if we would have been out there had we known.”
Valoria peers out the large floor-to-ceiling window in my living room, surveying the trash left behind by her playmates. I’m starting a fire. The heat up here is sufficient, which is unusual for the homes in these hills. But I like the red glow. I like the smell. I like the crackling of the fire, the embers and flames.
And I want to see her perfect body fall against mine as the cool blue moonlight mixes with shadows thrown against the wall in the warm light of the fire.
“Someone knows. They have to get permits for that stuff. Property lines are not secret. They just don’t care.”
I get up from where I’m crouched in front of the fire and cross the room to the wall of firewood I chopped from the dead, fallen trees on the acres of land surrounding my castle. I grab a few more pieces and bring them over to the fireplace, crouching again, tossing them carefully into the flame. It’s starting to warm up.
Valoria comes over and puts one knee on the floor next to me. Her other hand comes down soothingly on my back, and I exhale.
“Careful, Val,” I say, but we are too far from the fire for her to really hurt herself.
She puts her head on my shoulder, and her long blonde locks fall against my bare chest. My heart thumpshardinside my chest, like new blood is being circulated by it. New blood is circulating through my body.
“I’m not afraid,” she says, putting her palms out carefully, delicately, testing how close she can get them to the fire without them becoming too hot. She pulls them back a little and rubs them together.
“Oh,” she says as she rubs her palms together, “that ishot.”
“Here,” I say, guiding her by the hand to the brown pleather couch facing the big window. I go back to the fire and crouch again. “Almost done. See, you have to make sure the wood is dry before you try to kindle it. You don’t want the wood to crumble. You want a strong, hot fire.”
I turn my face to the left to take a look at my Valoria. She has her chin resting on her hand dreamily, leaning over the edge of the couch, trying to get closer to the flames.
“You need patience for it, don’t you?” she says, her eyes flashing up from the fire to meet my gaze.
“You like to know how things work.”
I return my attention briefly to the fire again, and when I’m satisfied we’ll be able to enjoy a slow burn, I go over to Valoria and get close to her, taking her into my lap as I sit down.
“I guess so,” she says, slipping her fingers through mine. “God, your house isbeautiful. Thisview. You should do something about the...I don’t even know what you’d call them. Thecriminalswho left all their crap on your property.”
She breathes in deeply and puts her head on my chest. I feel my heartbeat speed up; and Iwanther to feel my heart beating against her ear. Iwanther to hear my body reacting to her; I want her to see what she does to me. I want her to know that I have no control over myself when I’m with her.
“Sweetheart, you’re worrying too much. I have people who clean up for me. And I pay them very well.” I chuckle to myself and I feel my laugh penetrate her as she looks up at me, smirking, biting her bottom lip. “I think my staff actually looks forward to the extra work. It’s like a bonus for them. And it’s right after their Christmas bonus, too. So I say bring on the vandals.”
I kiss the top of her head and she closes her eyes sleepily, her hand coming down on my chest.
I’ve never been this close to a woman before. I meanreallyclose. The kind of closeness that makes you feel their heartbeat. The kind of closeness where you melt into each other.
I feel myself getting hard when she looks up again, those sassy little red lips smirking. They’re perfect. My feel myself steeling against her body when I think about how compliantly she begged for me, so innocent but with a secretdirtyside she was justachingto uncover.
Valoria, an innocent virgin, grinding her ass up against my hard cock, teasing me, turning me into a fucking hopeless savage.
She feels it. She senses it. It’s the fire inside my chest, animating my heart, making my cock hard and it’s not just that, though. It’s the undeniable connection we have. It’s the undeniable connection I can feel between us.
And I feel drunk on her when she leans up to me, putting her lips on mine, so fuckingsoftly, and closes her eyes, and smirks against my lips, sliding herself into my lap, facing me with each of her legs thrown lazily on either side of my thick thighs. She’s just wearing an oversized t-shirt I pulled from one of my drawers, andnothingon underneath, and I just have on my red thermal sweats, and it is like it’s our fifth Christmas morning together.
That’s how I feel. I feel like I’ve already lived with her.
She presses herself against me, but she doesn’t move her body against mine. She justkissesme, and my hands go to her milky, shapely white thighs.
