Page 55 of Wrecked on the Mountain
“You’re mine now, Doc. Got it?”
I moan, loud and unfiltered, nodding helplessly.
But it’s not enough for him. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to look at him over my shoulder.
“Say it.”
His hips pause, his cock stalled inside my core, not moving an inch as his glare rips open my chest and claims my heart.
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “Jamie—I’m yours.”
He slams into me with a groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from his soul.
“Fuck, Brooke. You don’t even know what that does to me.”
His rhythm quickens, harder now, deeper. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, of breath and desperate, filthy moans.
And then his hand slips between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it with enough venom to shatter me completely.
“Oh—fuck—Jamie—”
“That’s it, baby,” he pants, lips brushing my shoulder. “Come for me. Let me feel you lose it on my cock.”
And I do.
I shatter around him with a cry, legs buckling, vision blurring. My walls clamp down on him, pulse after pulse of raw pleasure wracking through me.
He groans so loud, so primal, and slams into me one last time before he follows, coming deep inside me with a growl that echoes through the office.
His body collapses over mine, both of us trembling.
He holds me there, still inside me, arms wrapped around my waist like he can’t bear the idea of letting me go.
And I don’t want him to.
Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter Twelve
Jamie
I'm pretty sure I'm floating.
Not literally, though after the last three days with Brooke, I wouldn't put it past my body to defy gravity.
But sitting here in Timber Tavern, nursing my second beer while Beau lines up his shot at the pool table, I feel like I'm living in some alternate universe where everything actually goes right for once.
The tavern's exactly what I need tonight. Low lighting from those iron lantern sconces, the crackle of the massive fireplace casting dancing shadows across worn leather booths, and the kind of noise that comes from people who've known each other their whole lives.
Charlie's even got some blues playing in the background tonight, and the whole place smells like aged whiskey and comfort food.
The perfect way to busy myself on a night off while Brooke's at work for her first night shift. Even the fact that she's on with Chase can't wipe the grin off my face.
"You gonna keep grinning like an idiot, or are you gonna take your shot?" Beau asks, chalking his cue with that signature scowl.
"I'm not grinning," I lie, lining up my next shot. Eight ball, corner pocket.
