Page 19 of Romanced By the Mountain Man

“Harder.” I swat her ass cheeks, liking how they turn slightly pink. Yeah, I’m definitely going to punish her ass at some point. With the way she gushes more moisture, the idea arouses her as much as it does me.

She gasps as she clutches her tits. Her nipples must be tingling and burning right now, sending bolts of pleasure straight to that perfect pussy of hers.

I yank my cock free from my pants and shove deep into her little pink hole. She’s so damn wet, I slip in easily and squeeze her hip. “Thrust your sexy ass up.”

She does as I instructed, meeting each of my brutal thrusts. My balls slap against her and she whimpers with every invasion of my thick cock. “You like the way this feels? You like being made to take it deep? To know your man is rutting into you from behind?”

She moans again, the sound as if she’s being drugged. Feral satisfaction goes through me at the noise. She’s drunk off my cock, off the way it’s ramming hard into her tight cunt.

I snap my hips forward. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” The word comes out as a startled cry, her release beginning. Her pussy clamps on me so tightly that it’s painful but I don’t stop. Can’t stop. I just keep giving it to her, thrusting deeper and deeper until she collapses with a guttural noise.

Even then, I continue fucking her. Rutting into her like the animal I am, desperately seeking my own release. It’s not until I’m shooting my come deep into her pussy where it belongs that my body finally starts to relax.

She hums when I fall into the grass beside her. I pull her onto my chest, needing to feel her against me. I need to be touching her now, seeking reassurance that I didn’t hurt her. I’d rather lose my other arm than ever hurt her. “Are you good?”

“Best sex ever.” She giggles. “I am so putting that as a scene in my book.”

Could I be that guy? The one who stars in the love story of her life? Something squeezes deep in my chest, and I know this is it. This is the moment when I come clean to her. Pushing myself to sit up, I give her a small smile. She’ll forgive me for this. She’ll be happy to know who I really am. “Come on, I have something to show you.”

I lead Gwen into the house, and she follows me. She’s still grinning from our moments together in my backyard. She’s flushed and breathing hard. Next time, I’ll make sure she’s wearing shoes and chase her through the forest. I’ll capture her and drag her under a bush and do filthy things to her. Depraved things that will have her blushing for days.

I pause outside my office door and lean over to pluck a leaf from her hair, letting it flutter to the floorboards. “Do you remember when you asked me what I did?”

She nods, her radiant smile still in place. “You said you work from home.”

“I do.” I open my office door so she can see my space. “As a book narrator.”

13

GWEN

My fingers are itchingto get to the keyboard as I follow Blade into his home. When I was looking up primal play, I wasn’t too sure on the appeal of it. But then he was chasing me through his back yard, and suddenly, I realized it’s fun. It’s playful and natural and amazing. Now, I can’t wait to get back to that scene.

Blade pauses outside the door of his office, the one he said was undergoing renovations. He plucks a leaf from my hair. “Do you remember you asked me what I did?”

“You said you work from home.” I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’ll ever frown again. Not when I know I have a man as hot as Blade who finds me so irresistible he wants to chase me down and fuck me from behind.

“I do…as a book narrator.” He opens the door to his office.

I step into the space and glance around. It’s a pretty standard office other than the huge boom mic above his computer. “It’s so weird that two book narrators would live in such a small town and not even…”

I stop as I realize what this means. There aren’t two book narrators living in Courage County. There’s only one.

Landon Shaw.

Blade is Landon Shaw.

I struggle to pull in my next breath as tears fill my eyes. No, it can’t be. I’m not understanding this right. I want someone to tell me I have this all wrong. But as I glance at Blade’s face, something flickers over it. Guilt.

All those times when I couldn’t decide how he was looking at me.

It was guilt.

“You’ve lied to me.” Something pinches in my chest. Is that what it feels like to have a heart attack? I’m pretty sure this sensation that the world is imploding is exactly what it feels like.

“I…” He opens his mouth then snaps it closed. He did lie to me, and there’s no defense for that. He knows it, and I know it.

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