Page 10 of Dear Mountain Man
I push my hands against his chest, and Jack steps back with a look of lustful confusion on his face. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up over my head. I stand there a moment to let Jack take in the matching lace bra and panties I ordered online last month.
“Take off your pants,” I say as I climb up onto my bed and lay back.
Jack scrambles with the buckle on his belt and pops the top button on his jeans. I sit up and unhook my bra in the front. I separate the two cups but don't give Jack the whole show just yet. He tugs down his jeans and tries to take a step but loses his balance and topples over.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I ask, connecting my bra and leaning over the end of the bed.
“I’m fine.” Jack is unfazed by his less than graceful fall as he pulls on his boots and then finally frees himself from the tangle of denim. He stands up in his boxer shorts that do little to hide the prominent bulge I felt earlier.
Jack pushes up onto the bed and climbs slowly up my body, leaving a scorching trail of kisses from my hip bone to my stomach to each soft mound of my breasts.
"I thought that you were going to take this off." His thick fingers move to reach for the hook of my bra once again.
"Well, I got a bit distracted when you took a nose dive to the floor."
“I’m not sure what you were expecting. I can’t help it if my jeans are an asshole that didn't want to let go of me, and then all the blood in my brain was diverted to my dick when you tempted me with these."
He unhooks my bra, and my breasts are finally free from the confines of the lace fabric.
"Oh shit," he breathes out as he takes a breast in each hand.
I can’t hold back the moan on my lips as he takes one sensitive peak into his mouth and tweaks the other with his forefinger and thumb, dividing his attention between the two.
The pleasure I've felt before, imagining this moment, is nothing like the real thing—it's so much better. An ache throbs between my legs, and only one thing can give me any relief.
I reach between us and rub my hand up and down the thick length of his cock. A deep groan of desire erupts in his chest. I tighten my grip.
“I need you inside me,” I cry out as the ache becomes equal parts pleasurable and painful.
Jack pulls down my panties, and I spread my legs wide for him. He pushes down his boxers, and his cock springs free, ready to bring me to the ultimate bliss. Jack runs the tip of his cock up and down my wet folds, teasing me with each moment that he isn't inside me.
I reach around and grab his firm ass, pulling him towards me, needing to feel him fill me up. Jack pushes inside me, and I cry out at the sensation of him filling me so completely. In and out, he thrusts his hips, using the friction from our bodies together to bring us to the edge of orgasmic bliss.
“Faster,” I urge him, and he obliges.
I reach up and hold onto the iron frame of my headboard for support with each pump of his cock inside me.
“Emery,” he pants over and over again.
The pleasure mounts higher and higher, pushing us both to the edge. I try to hold out from succumbing to my release until Jack is with me. I want to share this moment.
Finally, I feel Jack tense inside me, and I let go. We fall together, holding tight to one another, never wanting to let go.
The reality of this moment is better than anything I tried to imagine. I'm drunk on this euphoric feeling. I tuck myself into Jack's side, my eyelids heavy with tiredness, and drift off to peaceful night sleep.
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7
JACK
I learned a lot about Emery after last night. Even though she sleeps curled into a ball next to me, she manages to take up most of the bed by slowly pushing me toward the edge, giving me only a sliver of the mattress to sleep on. She's also impossible to wake up in the morning. If I didn't put a mirror under her nose to check that she was still breathing, I could have been convinced she was dead to the world.
That's why I found myself alone, flying to pick up Jera this morning. Not surprisingly, I found myself with an extra passenger on the way back. It turns out one night wasn't enough for Patrick and Jera after spending so many years apart.
I’m happy for them, but I have a lot weighing on my mind. When I got to the airport this morning, Thayer was already there. He asked if I had a moment to speak with him in his office—never a good thing.
He explained that he couldn't wait any longer for me to think over the offer of moving up to Barrow and taking over the hub. He needed someone up there as soon as possible, and I was the only one he had that could make the move. Most of the other guys were married with kids. Uprooting them didn't make sense when there was a single guy on staff that wasn't attached.
