Page 19 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her dark eyes blink slowly. “You look mad.”
I smirk. “That’s just my face.” Wes always said I had a resting asshole face. “I always look mad even when I’m not.” As she continues to look at me, I add, “It’s probably why I have no friends.”
Pity glints in her expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any friends either.”
I frown. “You don’t?” Why not? The little girl is adorable and polite. I would imagine she would have plenty of friends.
“The other kids at my preschool said they didn’t want to be friends with me because I was a smarty-pants. And I say stuff that annoys them. But I can’t help being smart.”
“And you don’t have to,” I respond, strangely incensed at a bunch of kids I’ve never even met. “They’re probably justjealous anyway. And being smart is better than having friends like that.”
“I guess.” She swings her legs in thought. “Mom says I’ll be going to elementary school soon. I hope I can make friends there.”
“I’m sure you will,” I say and I’m already thinking of ways to make it happen. I don’t even know why. There’s just something about the girl that has grabbed hold of me and makes me want to promise her the world. “And if anyone picks on you at this new school, let me know, okay?”
She nods and then smiles. “What’s your name?”
I think about it for a second and smile back. “You can call me Uncle Mitch.”
CHAPTER 7
Patty
“Patty.”
The whisper comes from Charlie who is standing in front, at the end of the bed, shirtless. His hand is tucked into the pocket of his jeans, dragging down the waistband once more and allowing my eye to crawl all over his abs to the V of his pelvis. I lick my lips as hunger coils inside me tighter and tighter, expanding until I can feel it in my throat. My heart pulses, my skin ready. Masturbating over him in the bathtub wasn’t enough.
I need more, the real thing.
I need him to touch me to be inside me.
I reach out and trail my finger over his abdomen, shivering at his growl as the finger dips and shapes out his sculpted form. His skin is hot, and as I get lower, low enough that I’m nearly at the front bulge of his jeans, he snatches my wrist holding me in place.
Glancing up shows his eyes are squeezed shut, his entire face tense in desire. Lust licks its way down my spine as he shifts closer, slow breaths turning into quick pants.
I can already feel the moisture pooling between mythighs. I squeeze them together, moaning a desire that zips up my body, puckering my nipples.
Charlie's eyes fall to my naked chest, and the forest-green blazes darker as he wraps a large hand over my breast, running his thumb over my nipple.
It’s my turn to moan his name.
“Charlie.”I fall back against the bed frame and feel his heat as he crawls over me like a panther. His eyes burn like an inferno, gaze intense on my nipple as he molds my breast and plucks it like it’s the most important task in the world. The expression on his face and the way he grips the sheets with his other hand tells me how hard he's fighting to take this slow and maintain control. It makes me feel like I’m the sexiest woman in the world, even though I know I’m far from it. I'm cute for a plain girl. My ex-boyfriend hammered that in my head for our entire relationship, so I don’t have any delusions about my looks.
No don’t think about that jerk. Don't let him ruin this too.
I don't even have to try to put thoughts of Keegan out of my mind, but when Charlie’s head dips to lick my nipple, my thoughts splinter anyway. I can’t think of Keegan, as I gasp my desire into the air, my thighs falling open in welcome for him to rest between them. Charlie suckles harder, drawing the nipple deeper into the warm cavern of his mouth.
Sharp lines of desire shoot from my chest to my pussy.
I mewl like a cat in heat as waves of desire ripple through my body. I grind myself underneath him and he growls, the sounds quivering on my skin. His hips buck against me in a not entirely voluntary manner, and my eyes squeeze shut at the sharp pulse of lust. His hands tighten on the sheets as though approaching the edge of his control.
I move too, rubbing myself against his abdomen, trying to shift lower even as his mouth holds me in place. My headfalls back, and I moan, conflicted. I don’t want to lose the wet heat around my nipple but I also need… I need so badly to have something inside me. I need to have someone touch me there like I haven’t been touched in ages. I need release and I need it now.
“Charlie,” I open my mouth to beg him, to tell him what I need but then I feel a hand trailing up my thigh.
And that hand doesn’t feel like Charlie’s.
