Page 17 of Her Mountain Man Neighbor
“Fuck, sugar, that’s it. Just like that.”
With Lucian’s encouragement, I keep going, meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to keep up with his punishing rhythm. We grind against each other, rutting like animals, the sweaty sheets tangling beneath us. It’s messy and desperate, our hands grabbing wildly, teeth clashing as Lucian kisses me hard.
Oh God, yes…
This is heaven.
“You want to ride me, sugar?” Lucian growls against my ear. “I’d love to see you on top of me.”
I feel a flutter of nerves in my belly, but I nod, eager to try. Lucian slides out of me, and I instantly miss his warmth. He rolls onto his back and I climb on top of him, resting my knees either side of his hips. He holds his cock in position, and I shudder as I sink down onto it, tipping my head back with a sigh. I toss my hair over my shoulders and rest my hands on Lucian’s chest for balance, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against my fingers.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” he says, trailing a hand up to my chest, his thumb brushing my sensitive nipple. “I want to see you come for me, princess.”
His praise encourages me, and I tentatively start to move. It feels different—being in control like this—and I take a moment to find my rhythm. But eventually, my body takes over. I ride Lucian’s cock hard, bouncing desperately, chasing my orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, sugar. You’re doing so good.”
I bite my lip, relishing his praise, mewling as I take him deep. He grabs my ass and helps me move, pulling me up and down on his cock until I’m breathless, panting. I never knew I could feel this good. Every nerve cries out with pleasure, my toes curling, fingers digging into Lucian’s shoulders.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, gazing at me like he can’t believe I’m real. “Fuck, look at you…”
I can feel my orgasm blooming inside me, pressure building between my legs. With a whimper, I keep my eyes on Lucian’s rugged face, riding him desperately. “I’m close…”
“Good girl.” His hands tighten on my ass cheeks, still guiding my movements. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to see you come.”
My body trembles, everything coiling tight. “Oh, Lucian…”
“That’s it, sugar. You can do it. Come hard for me.”
It doesn’t take long. My rhythm turns sloppy, hips jerking, and then the world explodes. Pleasure rockets through me, pulsing between my legs, wave after wave crashing over me. My vision turns white. From somewhere far away, I hear Lucian let out a strangled cry, his hot cum spurting up inside me. Then I collapse on top of him in a sweaty heap, languid and spent.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal. Lucian’s arms wrap around my back, his hands rubbing my bare skin as I come back to myself. My eyelids flutter open and I turn my head to look at him, my stomach flipping when I see he’s staring at me. For a moment, we don’t speak. Instead, something passes between us, a shared understanding that there’s no going back. All the mental barriers and defenses are gone forever. Now there’s just us—Lucian and me—wrapped up so tight that I don’t know where his body ends and mine begins.
“You were amazing,” he says finally, his large hand cupping my cheek. “Better than amazing.”
I grin at him. “So were you. That was perfect.”
His chiseled features look softened in the lamplight, his gray hairs muted. I gaze at him for a while longer, memorizing every inch of his face, every line and shadow. But sleep is already threatening to drag me under. The storm outside lulls me, the warmth of Lucian’s body making me doze. I feel so safe in his arms. More at home than I’ve ever felt before.
“I could stay like this forever,” I mumble, barely conscious.
“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine now, beautiful.” His arms tighten around me. “I’m never letting you go.”
His words settle deep in my chest, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face, wrapped up in Lucian’s firm embrace.
When I wakeup the next morning, the first thing I notice is the quiet. The rain has stopped. Bleary-eyed, I blink away sleep, rolling over to face Lucian’s side of the bed with a yawn. It’s empty. There’s a note on the nightstand, and I reach for it.
Gone to Cherry Hollow to get us some breakfast. The bakery there does great pastries. Hope you woke up hungry. See you soon, beautiful.
Lucian
I beam at the note, running my fingers over Lucian’s untidy scrawl. Then I push myself off the bed and head for the bathroom, taking a hot shower. Once I’m clean and dressed, Ipad into the living room where Midnight is still curled up by the fire.
“Have you even moved since last night?” I tease her, reaching down to pet her dark fur. She purrs in response, shifting positions before closing her eyes once more. I decide to let her sleep, debating whether to make myself a coffee when a knock sounds on the front door. I hover uncertainly for a second, then open it to find Mila waiting on the doorstep.
“Gracie!” she says, pulling me into a hug. “I’m so sorry about last night. We just got back from the hotel, and Holden is fixing the generator now. I feel terrible for leaving you stranded like that.”
I almost laugh. Being stranded was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. It’s what led me to Lucian’s cabin.
