Page 83 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"If anything, had happened to you Patty, I don't know..."
It was a good thing I didn't finish that sentence. I wasn't in the right mind state to stay here with her.
I should get back to work. I’m not doing anything for her by remaining here. But I can’t get my feet to leave her side.
She releases a light groan and I immediately lean over her, watching carefully. She shivers a little and I wonder if she's cold. I already have a blanket sitting over her.Does she need another one? I don’t want to leave her to go and get one.
Another thought occurs to me, one that I don't have the strength to fight. Before I can even try I rise and get into bed with her.
I snuggle her close and pull her over my body, feeling her shiver again. And then her expression tenses and she mutters something.
She’s not cold. She's having a nightmare. I know all about those, but for some reason, the fact that Patty is having one too, is unbearable to me. I want to reach into her mind and exorcise all her demons even if it means that I have to take them on myself.
"What’s making you sad?" I muse aloud as I reach down and caress her cheek.
Suddenly her eyes flutter open and I’m snagged in their depths. There’s a second where they’re wide with fear and then they clear and she whispers, "Mitch?"
"It's me, baby. " The endearment comes out naturally, and can’t be held back anymore. Neither can the storm that’s raging inside me. "No one else."
I slowly lean down and kiss her.
I savor her quiet sigh, her ascent, and her submission as she gives herself to me. Her body loses all resistance and surprise, melting into mine. I wrap my hand around her scalp gently and explore her mouth, her taste bursting, overtaking my senses, sweeping through me and leaving nothing behind, not my sense of self, not my pride nothing. The only thing I can think of right now is devouring her and being with her.
As I drink from her lips, her hand lifts, brushing against my scalp. She opens up for me even more. I groan as I take her invitation, delving in deep and rolling over until I'm braced on top of her, our bodies finally flush against each other.
God, she feels so soft underneath me, her body pliant with the perfect amount of give. Her thighs part allowing me to rest in between them and I can’t help moving just a little to nudge my cock against her heat.
She gasps when I do, the sound filled with such desire that it immediately inflames me.
And then as the kiss grows more desperate, more intense, she moans into my mouth again. I wrap my hand around her neck wanting to control her movement. She halts.
I pull back instantly, staring into her hazy gaze.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She nods enthusiastically which tells me that her headache is gone.
"Anything hurt?" I inquire.
"Just my pussy," she whispers, and hearing such filth from her inflames me beyond belief. I meld our lips together again, letting my hands trail down her side to cup her breast. Then once I cover her, my fingers find her nipple, rolling them, needing them on my tongue.
She shivers and moans into my mouth and my cock jerks.
"I fucking want you so much." I tear my lips away from hers and whisper it against her neck. "For weeks, I’ve been dying for you. I want you more than I want to breathe."
"Mitch." I love hearing my name in that tone especially when it’s accompanied by her soft hand trailing over her scalp. Instantly, I recall her hand in Charlie's hair as he eats her out on the kitchen table.
That memory has haunted me for weeks now. I can’tforget the image of her riding his face wantonly no matter how much I try.
But I also recall how she'd completely softened and moved for Wes the second he wrapped his hand around her neck.
She liked just a little bit of threat and violence, some dominance. I wonder how far that submissive streak stretches.
I straighten and wrap my hand around her throat again as I use my knees to roughly kick her legs open even wider.
"Stay," I order. She swallows and nods. Her eyes are dusky, desperate as I pop her jeans open, sliding my hands slowly into her panties almost teasing her with my pace. She bites her lips, desire flush on her face. It makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things to her.
I uncover her clit through her folds, slowly strumming it as she tries her best not to cry out, biting her lips even harder.
