Page 44 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men
“I don’t need it. Fuck me,” she demands, starting to move on her own up and down the length of me.
My eyes practically roll back in my head at her brazen invitation, and I grab her hips, holding her still as I move harder and faster within her. She’s so tight that I feel like I could already come, but I don’t want to rush this moment. I want her to enjoy it, too.
“More!” She gasps before pressing herself more firmly against me, seeking more contact, demanding more pleasure.
“Harder?” I ask her, my voice raw to my own ears.
“Harder,” she echoes.
I slap her ass, afraid that I’ve hurt her the moment I do so, but she just keens and starts gasping as her pussy flutters around me. I slap her other butt cheek, and she makes the same noise, nearly sobbing with pleasure at this point. I can’t believe that she can take this, take all of me, handle me pounding into her. It’s like she was made for me. She’s letting me use her in a way I would normally feel guilty about, but she makes this kind of lust feel like passion, like a promise.
“I’m so close.” She meets me thrust for thrust, her hair a tangled mess around her shoulders.
I reach forward and grab her hair, tugging her head back sharply, changing the angle. I slam into her two more times, and she swallows the loud scream that would have tumbled from her lips if her child wasn’t asleep in the room next door.
Her orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and tremble. I continue to pound into her softness, her pussy gripping my cock and inviting me to follow her over the edge. With a rough cry that I can’t suppress, I slam home and spill inside of her, feeling my own heat surrounding me, the pleasure so sharp that it feels painful.
I collapse over her lush body, barely managing to hold myself up on the bed so I don’t crush her as my legs tremble. My cock jerks with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Our panting breaths fill the silence, neither of us able to speak for a moment, thoroughly shaken by what we just shared.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask anxiously before pressing a kiss to the place where I bit her as I pushed inside of her.
She giggles and pushes up against my body weight a little and shakes her head. “God, no,” she says. “Oh, I didn’t know how much I like being fucked like that.”
I grin at her, feeling whole for the first time in who knows how long. I hadn’t realized just how much my size made me hold back during sex with other women. I was always afraid that I would hurt them or scare them off. It had been so nice to just…enjoy myself.
We grin at each other in post-coital bliss when, suddenly, the sound of gunshots rips through the quiet morning air. Lena’s eyes go wide before I tug her down to the floor.
“Stay away from the windows,” I tell her, grabbing my clothes and getting into them as quickly as I can. “I’ll get Sophie. Stay here.”
I army-crawl out of the room and head out to grab Sophie. She’s already sitting up when I arrive, looking around fearfully for the origin of the noise.
“Come on, darling,” I say to her soothingly, then pick her up in my arms and heading back to her mother’s room. “I need you to stay here with your mom and not leave the house, okay?”
Sophie just nods dumbly, snuggling into her mother’s side. I note with relief that Lena is back in her robe, at least, before I back toward the bedroom door.
“Lock the door behind me,” I tell her and rush out into the cold morning to find out what on Earth is going on.
Chapter twenty-one
CHAPTER 21: Lena
Icradle my frightened daughter close to me, my ears straining to listen for sounds outside the cabin. I don’t hear anything but the chirping of birds and the sounds of the mountain waking up for the morning. It’s hard not to look out a window, but I know that would be foolish if there is someone out there trying to harm the boys or myself and Sophie.
My mind races with worries over the predicament that we’re in. James was likely the person who attacked me the other night, and these men who want to collect Tanner’s debts are just as violent. I had thought it would be safe here on the mountain, but it has turned out to be anything but.
Maybe it’s time that Sophie and I leave. I can find a job in a new state, in a new place. I squirreled away quite a bit of money as I prepared to get away from Sophie’s father, but it might be nice to go back to earning my own way, showing Sophie a good exampleabout supporting myself. A fresh start might help us to get back on our feet and escape the attention of Sophie’s father once and for all.
I try to consider whether there is any way that I would feel safe enough anywhere else to allow Sophie to go back to school in person, or to play in the yard unsupervised, and my heart sinks. I can’t think of where I could go that I wouldn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder, worried about her father coming to get us again.
A tear slides down my cheek as I realize that I have backed my daughter and I into a corner, one that is almost impossible to escape from. My mind turns bitterly to thoughts of contacting the police. I’ve done so time and time again, telling them that I was terrified that Sophie’s father would harm us, that I was scared to go to work since I didn’t want to leave her alone.
They always told me that he hadn’t done anything to make me feel that way, or at least nothing concrete, so there wasn’t anything that they could do. Now that he finallyhaddone something concrete, I couldn’t even prove that it had been him who had attacked me.
Tired of the futile circling of my thoughts, I turn my mind to happier things. The three men who share the mountain with us have given Sophie and me so much. They have helped us to feel safe and have made things fun and engaging for us since we arrived. Our cabin is cozy and warm, and everything on the property works, all because of their efforts.
My cheeks flush with warmth as I think about the other things that they have given me, things that Sophie cannot know about, but which have made me finally feel healthy and whole again. I don’t understand why I’m attracted to all of them. Surely, that’s not how love is supposed to work, but I do care about all of them for different reasons.
I bite my lip, shushing Sophie as she grows restless and reminding her that Tanner will come back when it’s safe. I think of how he fucked me this morning, and my cheeks grow even hotter. I’ve never taken control in the bedroom like that, but it was…amazing to get to do so.
