Page 6 of Kissing the Mountain Man
There’s a tiny bit of moonlight peeking through the curtains, casting a romantic glow in the room, giving me enough light to let my eyes travel down her curvy body. I lean forward and close my lips around one of her hard nipples, taking it deep into my mouth with a firm suck. She arches her back asshe calls out my name. I switch to her other nipple, making sure to give them equal attention. I slide a hand between our bodies, searching for her wet core. I slip a finger inside and am immediately surrounded by tight, wet heat. I rub circles around her engorged clit, making her moan. Wetness drips from her and coats my hand. “I need to taste you.”
I move further down her body, only stopping when her hand squeezes my cock, causing my balls to tighten as a shudder runs through my body. “When do I get a taste of you?” Her seductive voice almost makes me spill my seed in her hand as she slides it up and down while running her thumb over the tip.
“Much later.” I scoot out of her reach, causing her to pout. “I need to come inside of you at least five times before I’ll have enough control to have your mouth on my cock.”
She grins like the cat that ate the canary.
Wanting to wipe that smug smile off her face, I crawl between her legs and open her center wide with my thumbs, her pussy glistening with her arousal. “Every inch of you is beautiful.” I lean down and swipe my tongue through her silky wetness, her taste flowing through me like the finest nectar. “Delicious.” I rub a thumb over her clit as my tongue continues to lap up all her wetness coating my tongue. Increasing her pleasure, I slip a finger inside of her, and her hips shoot off the bed as she comes, her inner muscles spasming around the lucky digit. She cries out my name while grinding her face against my beard as she rides out her climax.
I kiss her inner thighs, then work my way up her body to her lips and devour her mouth. Our tongues tangle while I line up my cock at her entrance. I press forward, nudging into her hot heat and through the proof of her virginity. She cries out as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her nails into my back. I pump slowly at first, giving her body a chance to adjust to my size. When I feel her, inner muscles relax slightly, I thrust faster and deeper inside of her, dragging moan after moan from her throat. I lean back and look into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She nods as she pulls my face down for a kiss, encouraging me to continue. The sound of her moans pushes me on as I bottom out inside of her before pulling almost all the way out. My rhythm becomes erratic as I pump harder, faster, deeper into her virgin body, wanting to brand every part of her with mine. Her inner muscles clench around my cock as she screams my name, dragging me along with her as we climax together. Unbelievable pleasure rushes through me as I shoot rope after rope of my come inside her, part of me hoping my seed will take hold and she’ll be pregnant from one time. Not that I plan on us doing this only once tonight.
I have just enough strength to lie on my back and pull her close, where we rest for a while before starting rounds two through five.
six
Autumn
T
he soft early morningsun shines through a small slit in the curtains, waking me up from the most wonderful dream ever. A pair of strong arms pulls me closer to a firm chest, reminding me it wasn’t a dream but the best night of my life.
I sigh into his arms, snuggling in deeper, wishing to stay like this forever, but the buzzing from his cell phone has other plans. I wait for Ridge to answer it, but he’s so exhausted from yesterday’s Mountain Man Challenge and our lovemaking last night that he doesn’t move an inch.
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I lift my head, turning it toward his phone on the nightstand where I see a message from Bay on the screen. ‘Don’t forget to stop and claim your prize money and trophy before you leave.’
My heart drops as reality sinks in. I gently lift the covers, careful not to wake Ridge as I slide out of his arms, grab my clothes, and get dressed quickly. The urge to leave his cabin before he wakes up drives me to rush out the door and to my car, grateful I demanded we drive separately last night.
I look between my used, yet reliable car and Ridge’s old, worn-out, rusty truck that looks like it’s seen better days, and I sigh. He can’t even afford a decent car, so how do I expect him to support a family with me? Especially when he’s a drifter who doesn’t even have a steady income. We can’t depend on him winning mountain man competitions to survive on.
That’s why it can only be one night—we have different priorities. But I will never forget him or the best night of my life.
Rushing home, I quickly take a shower before heading to the bakery to pretend like my heart isn’t breaking.
Nope, I can’t do it. I can’t just sit here and watch you walk around the kitchen like a sad zombie all day long,” Junie says as she grabs my arm and guides me to the small breakroom off the main bakery kitchen. We’ve discussed expanding into the empty space next door, but it’s too big for what we need. “Rest.” Junie points to the recliner in the backroom we’ve set up for times like this when we need to relax and put our feet up.
Feeling like the sad zombie she says I am, I slowly walk to the chair and flop down, the weight of the world crushing down on me. “I’ll rest for a few minutes. The church rush will be here any minute."
“Don’t worry about that.” My other sister, Iclyn, walks into the room, holding a hot cup of tea and a pumpkin spice turnover. “You need to take care of yourself in case you’re pregnant.” She places the cup and plate on the table next to me.
“Baby? There’s no baby.” I sit up straight.
“You had sex last night, didn’t you?” Iclyn’s line of questioning makes me place a hand on my stomach, just like Jessa did yesterday.
Ridge’s baby would be the best gift ever. But how would I support both of us? The bakery is doing well, but I can’t rely on my sisters to support us. I’ll just have to get a second job. I’m sure I can find a cheap babysitter to watch the baby while I’m working.
“Where’s my wife?” a male voice shouts from the front of the bakery—one that suspiciously sounds just like Ridge’s voice.
“Oh my gosh! I had sex with a married man!” I jump out of the chair and almost fall to the ground in my hurry to leave. "I have to get out of here.” I run to the back door, but Junie blocks my way.
“He’s talking about you, silly.” Junie crosses her arms over her chest, blocking my escape.
“He can’t be. We’re not married.” I tug at Junie’s arm, silently begging her to let me pass.
“Men are so dramatic—don’t you think, Iclyn?” At Iclyn’s snort, Junie continues. “Duh, of course you’re not married, but like all possessive mountain men around here, if they’ve claimed you, you’re as good as married.”
“Um, no, you’re not," Iclyn interrupts the conversation, her eyes flickering with anger. “Until they’ve asked you properly and you’ve agreed, you do not belong to them.”
