Page 17 of Love Me In Misty Mountain
I push harder, running uphill, the steep incline making my thighs scream in protest. I welcome the pain, hoping it’ll drownout the image burned into my brain of Bree’s big brown eyes looking up, unsure but so fucking eager to please.
My dick twitches, thick and hard again just from thinking about it.
Fuck.
I slow to a jog, wiping the sweat from my brow. My body’s wrecked, but my mind is worse. Her voice echoes in my head:I want to feel wanted. I want to know what it’s supposed to feel like.
The way she said it, like no man had ever made her feel that way before. Rage twisted in my chest when I realized some asshole made her doubt how goddamn perfect she is.
I’d seen it before, women like Bree, full-bodied and curvy, who get treated like they should be grateful for whatever scraps of attention they get. Like their softness is a flaw instead of the most tempting fucking thing a man could put his hands on.
I love a woman with curves. Always have.
But Bree? She’s more than that. She’s smart. Sassy. Stronger than she gives herself credit for. She’s everything I didn’t know I was looking for, all wrapped up in my best friend’s little sister.
Now, I’m supposed to just teach her about sex like it’s nothing? Like I won’t feel it down to my fucking bones every time I’m inside her?
I growl under my breath, slowing to a walk as I reach the ridge overlooking the valley below. Lights from the few houses scattered in the distance sparkle through the mountain’s trees. The forest stretches out endlessly, the kind of view that usually calms me.
Not tonight.
Because now all I can picture is Bree in my bed every night, wrapped in my sheets, her body soft and warm against mine, her belly round with my kid growing inside her.
Jesus, Scott. Get a fucking grip.
But I can’t help it. That’s who I am. I don’t do casual. I never have. When I claim something, it’s mine.
And Bree? She’s already mine. S
I rub a hand over my face, trying to shake off the possessive thoughts. But it’s useless. The second I agreed to this, the second I said yes, I had sealed my fate.
I can try to keep my distance emotionally, but it’s bullshit.
And Jake?
Fuck.
I wipe my hand down my damp chest. Jake trusted me. Told me to look out for his sister. Not to fuck around with her, and here I am, planning to do a whole lot more than fuck her.
I have to tell him, eventually. I know that. He’ll be pissed, maybe even try to knock my teeth in. But it would be nothing I didn’t deserve. But when the dust settles, he’ll see that Bree isn’t just some fling to me. She’s everything.
I stare out into the dark trees, heart still hammering from the run.
She thinks she’s leaving. That this is just temporary. God, she is so wrong. There is no way I am letting her leave now.
Not this town. Not this mountain. Not me.
Chapter 18: Bree
Iwake up with a buzz of excitement low in my belly.
Tonight is the night.
I’m finally going to have sex with Scott Fergus.
Real, toe-curling, life-changing sex, the kind I’ve only dreamed about. And judging by what that man has done to me with his mouth already, I know I’m in for something mind-blowing.
I stretch under the covers, my body still a little sore from yesterday’s work on the cabin. My mind drifts back to the deal we made last night. Casual, no strings, just sex. It’s what I asked for, what I need.
