Page 20 of Soul of the Mountain
I turn my head and take his lips in a searing kiss as our bodies writhe and our hips roll together. I break the kiss when his cock scrapes against that super-sensitive spot deep inside me. Gasping for air, I lean my head back and claw at the armrests of the chair, bowing my back and whimpering with each rough thrust.
Sullivan moves his hands from my hips to my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider, making me even tighter for him.
“Holy fuck,” he grits out, almost in awe.
My skin tingles and burns everywhere. My muscles tense, and my bones feel like they’re coming out of their sockets as I climb higher and higher. My orgasm crashes into me, knocking the wind right out of my lungs. I open my mouth in a silent scream, twisting and clawing and convulsing in Sullivan’s arms.
He spreads one large hand over my lower stomach, keeping me steady while increasing the pressure and prolonging myorgasm. His other hand is still gripping my right thigh. He tugs my legs apart despite my trying to snap them together as I come down and curl in on myself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grits out, hammering into me from below as my bones turn to jelly.
I’m completely limp, held up only by Sullivan’s strong grip. He fucks up into me in short, sharp thrusts that spark my nerves and make me cry out as an unexpected orgasm rips through me.
Sullivan holds himself deep inside me as he explodes. His cock pulses as wave after wave of cum splashes inside my pussy.? We’re both sweating and panting by the time the last of his cum leaks out of me.
Sullivan rests his forehead on my shoulder as his arms wrap around my middle, holding me close. I rest my arms over his, rubbing light circles over his knuckles with my fingertips. Eventually, the sweat dries, leaving me cold and shivering, despite being surrounded by his warmth.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispers.
I nod and untangle myself from our position. Sullivan stands and wraps me in his arms, rocking me back and forth. It’s sweet and excruciating. Why won’t he ask me to stay? Or at least ask me if I want to stay?
I press a kiss to his chest and step out of his embrace.
He hands me a towel and nods toward the en suite bathroom. “I’ll get lunch ready for us while you rinse off. I promised to take you out to my favorite diner, but we got a bit distracted.” He smirks and winks at me, which totally isn’t fair. I’m ready to climb his naked body and ask him to fuck me all over again.
I step out of the shower ten minutes later, feeling a little more grounded. We’ll have a talk over lunch. I can ask a few questions and get a sense of what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s nervous about talking with me, though I can’t imagine why. I’ve thrown myself at the man, quite literally. He has to know how I feel.
My phone rings right as I pull on a clean shirt. Grady’s number flashes across the screen, making my heart drop to my stomach.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Gabby! Good news. Your car is ready to be picked up.”
9
SULLIVAN
“So, I have one last favor,” Gabby says as she joins me in the kitchen.
“All you have to do is ask,” I tell her over my shoulder while I finish laying out all the fixin’s for sandwiches. The smile drops from my face as soon as I turn around and look at the woman who has crawled under my skin and taken up residence in my heart. She has her purse over one shoulder and her neatly packed duffel bag over the other.
“Grady just called. My car is done.”
I knew this moment was coming, but I wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much. The air drains from my lungs, and it takes a moment for my brain to kick in. “Oh,” I choke out. “Yeah. Right. Of course.”
Gabby looks away from me and nibbles on her bottom lip. Her right hand is curled around her phone while her left is choking the strap of her purse. Damn, she must really want to leave if she’s this antsy. I thought maybe she would ask for my number to stay in touch, but clearly, I was mistaken.
Rejection and a chilling sense of loneliness sits heavily in my chest. I try wrangling my thoughts enough to form a cohesive sentence, but I’m finding it hard to breathe at the moment. Iknow we shared something special over the last few days, but I see now it wasn’t enough to get her to stay.
“We can–”
“I’ll just–”
Gabby and I speak at the same time, and both pause awkwardly. I rub the back of my neck, then busy myself with cleaning up what was supposed to be our lunch. I’d ask her to stay for one last meal, but it’s obvious she’s ready to get back to life in Denver.
“I’ll meet you in the car in a few minutes,” I tell her without sparing her another glance. I don’t think my heart can take it. Is she really not feeling what I’m feeling? Isn’t her heart splintering into a thousand pieces at the thought of waking up alone tomorrow?
After splashing cold water on my face, I head out to my truck, where Gabby is sitting in the front seat. Her back is straight, her chin is held high, and her eyes never meet mine. The ice princess is back, her mask firmly in place. Whatever sweet and intimate moments we shared over the weekend are gone from her memory. Too bad I’ll never be able to forget her.
