Page 18 of Her Mountain Boss
I decide to head back to my cabin when I hear faint strains of music on the night air, and I realize that I haven’t checked the event barn yet. Maybe Sophia’s in there, helping to set up for tomorrow’s wedding.
Now, I’m not ashamed to say that although I’m a fifty-year-old man, the thought of the wordweddinghas butterflies doing loops in my stomach. And that’s when it hits me. I don’t just want Sophia. I don’t just care about her. I’ve been falling in love with her from the moment I first set eyes on her. I want to marry her. I want to put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly.
Holy hell. These aren’t things I thought I wanted, but with Sophia, I do.
I head towards the event barn, drawn by the music. The night air is cool, verging on cold, and I shove my hands into my jean pockets as I walk. One of the massive sliding doors is halfway open, and I lean against the frame, peering inside. The lighting is dim, lanterns from the beautifully decorated tables flickering against the worn wood of the barn walls.
My heart kicks against my ribs when I see her. Her back is to me, and she’s swaying her hips in time to the music as she sets out tea light holders on a large table. She’s wearing another pair of leggings, an oversized sweatshirt that’s falling down to expose her shoulder, her curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She turns up the music slightly and starts singing along, hips shaking. Her voice is sweet and clear, and I love that she hasn’t seen me yet. That I get to just watch my girl being herself for a minute.
There’s still so much I don’t know about her, but that doesn’t make me feel panicked. Only excited at everything I get to discover over the coming weeks, months.
Years.
So I watch, not moving, not making a sound, as she dances and sings while she works, carefully arranging the glass tea light holders on the table in neat rows. Her skin looks like it’s glowing in the lantern light, like she’s gilded.
And she’s mine. My sweet little kitten.
My mind flashes back to the other day, when I made her come on the hood of my truck. She’d been so eager, so sweet and responsive, so hot and wet and fucking tight on my fingers that I’d nearly lost it. The way she’d screamed for me when she came, the way she’d clamped down on my fingers. The way she’d shamelessly let me play with her little pink pussy out in theopen…I don’t know how I ever thought I was going to be able to stay away from her.
God, the way she’d tasted on my fingers after I’d had them inside her. The sweetest honey. Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my goddamn life. My mouth waters at the memory, and as I watch her round hips swaying, I can’t stop thinking about getting my mouth on her.
She bends over to pick up something off the floor, presenting me with a glorious view of her peachy ass. I want to fill my palms with her. I want to spank her and shove my tongue in her cute little ass hole. Fucking hell, the things I want to do to her. The list is filthy and infinite. And she’s such a perfect, sweet little kitten that I know she’ll let me. That she’ll like every second of it just as much as I do.
I palm my hard cock through my jeans and a soft grunt escapes me. She doesn’t hear me over the music, and I rub myself again.
Enough watching. I need a taste.
I cross the barn to her, my boots scuffing against the worn wood floor. She doesn’t hear me approach, too lost in her own world. I bend low, my mouth close to her ear. She smells so fucking good, like cinnamon and vanilla and something that’s just uniquely her. I want to bury my face in her neck, in her hair, in her pussy. I want to consume her.
“You’re working late tonight,” I say, and she startles and whirls around, her hazel eyes wide behind her cute glasses.
“Ford!” She presses a hand to her chest. “You startled me.” Her cheeks flush pink as she looks up at me. God, she’s delicious.
I let out a low chuckle. “Didn’t mean to. I was just enjoying the show.”
“How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough for this to happen,” I say, taking her hand and guiding it to my cock. She bites her lip and whimpers asshe strokes me somewhat clumsily through my jeans. But that clumsiness turns me on even more, because it’s proof of her innocence. Proof that she’ll only ever belong to me.
“What were you thinking about while you were watching?” she asks, still stroking. I have to focus on not fucking into her hand.
“How much I enjoyed making you come yesterday morning. How sweet you tasted on my fingers. How much I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”
Sophia’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she looks up at me. Her breath hitches, and I can see the pulse fluttering at the base of her neck. I take a step closer, crowding her against the table. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see the outline of her hard nipples through her sweatshirt, and I want to suck on them until she screams.
I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers. “Ford,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music. I can hear the need in her voice, the desire. It matches my own, and any restraint I’d had goes out the window.
I capture her mouth with mine, my hands cupping her face. She melts into me, her body pressing against mine. I groan into her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. Fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck other parts of her.
I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged pants. “You’re so young, Sophia,” I whisper, my voice rough. “So sweet. So innocent. I’m fucked up for how much I love that.” I kiss her again, harder this time. “I’m going to ruin you, kitten. Corrupt you. I’m going to make you crave all the filthy, depraved things I do to you. I’m going to make you desperate for me—for my hands, my mouth, my cock.”
“I already am,” she sighs, writhing against me as she clutches at my shirt.
I trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Your pretty little pussy is all I can think about,” I say. “How wet it gets for me. How it clenches around my fingers. I can’t wait to taste it. To fuck it. To make you come all over my cock.”
She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. I can see the effect my words are having on her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in short pants. I can fuckingsmellhow turned on she is, and it’s driving me wild.
“You liked it when I played with your pussy, didn’t you?” I whisper, my hand sliding down her body to cup her between her legs. She nods, her hips bucking into my touch. “Such a pretty pink pussy for Daddy to play with. So wet and hot, so goddamn needy.”
