Page 21 of Rugged Mountain Man
“I’m trying to cook.”
“I don’t care. I’m hungry for you only. My dick has been aching for you, all day.”
She laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. I spin her around and lift her onto the counter, strawberries forgotten. She squeals, swatting at my chest, but I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles.
“You’re glowing,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. “You look like everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, and I kiss her, slow and deep. She melts into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. The kiss turns heated, and when I slide my hands under her shirt—my shirt—she lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.
“God, Sadie,” I growl against her lips. “I need you.”
She laughs breathlessly. “You always need me.”
“Damn right I do.” I tug her shirt off, and she’s bare beneath it, her full breasts heavy and perfect, her belly rounding out in a way that drives me wild. She’s growing my child, our child, and the thought of it makes me dizzy with want.
She reaches for my belt, her fingers working fast, and I let her pull it loose before I grab her hands and pin them above her head. Her eyes go wide, her lips parting as I grind against her. “You’re not in charge here, sweetheart,” I rasp.
“Prove it,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes.
I lift her off the counter and carry her to the bedroom, her soft body pressed against mine. She’s laughing, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, and by the time I lay her on the bed, we’re both breathless.
I strip off my clothes in record time, my cock hard and throbbing, dripping as I take her in. She’s sprawled on the bed, her legs slightly parted, her eyes dark with need.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say, my voice rough as I kneel between her legs. My hands slide up her thighs, spreading her open, and her breath catches when I press a kiss to her swollen clit.
“Cole,” she moans, her hands fisting the sheets as I taste her. She’s so wet, so ready, and the way she arches into me drives me wild. I could spend hours here, making her come again and again, but tonight, I need to be inside her.
I kiss my way up her body, stopping to worship her breasts, her belly, every inch of her that’s mine. When I finally slide into her, she gasps, her back arching as her body adjusts to me. She’s tighter, warmer, wetter than ever, and the way she clenches around me makes me lose my mind.
We move together, slow at first, her body meeting mine with every thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I kiss her again, drinking in every moan, every gasp, every whispered "I love you."
When her body tightens around me, I can’t hold back. I thrust deep, spilling into her with a growl. She cries out, clinging to me as she comes, her body shaking with the force of it.
Afterward, I hold her close, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns over my skin. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of the wind outside.
“You’re trapped with me now,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and content.
I grin, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Damn right I am. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Epilogue
Sadie
Ten years later
The laughter echoes through the meadow, high-pitched and bubbling, as our kids race after each other. The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting golden streaks over the wildflowers. It’s peaceful, chaotic, and everything I ever wanted.
“Don’t run too far!” I call out, shading my eyes to watch our youngest, Ethan, toddling determinedly after his older siblings. His little legs move fast, but not fast enough to catch up to Olivia and Caleb, who are already arguing over who gets to climb the tree first.
“Relax, Sadie,” Cole’s deep, steady voice cuts through the breeze. I turn to see him leaning against the fence, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a lazy grin on his face. The sight of him still makes my heart race, even after all these years. He looks just as ruggedly handsome as the day I met him, maybe even more so with a touch of grey streaking his hair and beard. Time has been kind to him. And to us.
I smile back at him, a mix of adoration and disbelief. “You’re too calm for someone who’s been chasing kids all day.”
He pushes off the fence and strolls toward me, his long strides easy and confident. When he reaches me, he wraps anarm around my waist and pulls me close. “That’s because I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “You keep the chaos in line.”
I laugh softly, leaning into him as his hand slides protectively over my hip. His touch still makes me feel grounded, safe, and wildly loved. I glance down at my own hands, calloused from years of working alongside him, and think about how far we’ve come.
Ten years ago, I never would’ve imagined this life. The city feels like a distant memory, like it belonged to someone else entirely. Back then, I didn’t know what it felt like to be so sure of where I belonged. I didn’t know what it meant to be this happy, this content. This... home.
