Page 24 of Love Me In Misty Mountain
He stares at me like I just slapped him.
“You’re leaving?”
“That was always the plan, right? I was just hiding out here for a while, but it’s time to go back maybe.” I laugh, but it’s shaky. “This was just a thing. An amazing, incredible thing. And I’ll never forget what you’ve shown me, Scott. You’ve changed the way I see myself, the way I experience things. I’m grateful for that.”
His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken, but he says nothing.
I hate this. I hate every word coming out of my mouth. I hate the way he’s looking at me.
But I can’t stop. Because if I don’t say this, I’ll say what’s really in my heart, and that’s too dangerous.
“I should get my stuff together,” I say instead. “Make tonight special. One last time.”
His lips part like he’s about to say something, but then he clamps his mouth shut and nods once, stiffly.
He turns back to the railing, tightening a screw that doesn’t need to be tightened.
I step inside my cabin and close the door behind me, my eyes burning.
I want to stay. I want to be his. But I can’t ask him to want me too. Because if he doesn’t… it’ll break me.
Chapter 23: Scott
One last night.
That’s what she said.
Like it’s nothing. Like this thing between us was just sex, just a damn lesson she needed, and now she’s heading back to her life. Leaving me behind like all I was good for was showing her what good sex is supposed to feel like.
I grip the edge of the kitchen counter so hard my knuckles go white.
Fuck that.
She’s not leaving. She can say it all she wants, but she’s mine.
I’ve spent the last week waking up with her warm body pressed against me, tasting her every morning before the sun’s even up,hearing her soft gasps as I drag her over the edge with my mouth, my fingers.
I know her body better than she does now. I know how she likes it, slow and deep when she’s feeling vulnerable, rough and dirty when she’s feeling bold.
I know how she looks when she comes, and I know she’s starting to love this mountain again. She’s starting to love me, even if she’s too scared to admit it.
So, yeah. One last night, my ass.
Tonight, I’m going to make damn sure she never wants to leave.
I’ll make her come so many times she forgets what city life even is. I’ll cover her in my seed, so every time she moves, she feels me, ao every step she takes tomorrow, she remembers who she belongs to.
And after that? I’m asking her to stay.
Fuck Jake. I’ll deal with him later. Bree is mine.
I start setting things up. Candles, hell, I don’t know where Clara found these, but they’re here, so I light them. Fresh sheets on the bed. Dinner? Who cares? We won’t need it.
I hear Bree in the shower, her soft humming drifting through the cabin, and my dick stirs just from the sound of her.
I picture her wet, soapy, that curvy ass pressed against the glass, her body marked by me.
Soon.
