Page 11 of Owned By the Mountain Man

“Not a big deal? It’s fuckin’ huge,” I tell her. It means we’ll only belong to each other. I’ll be her first and last, just like she’ll be my only. The thought fills me with delight.

“Whatever.” She shoves at my shoulder.

I capture her hand, pressing a soft kiss to it. “You’re not the only one that’s new.”

“You don’t have to tease me about it.” I hate the note of hurt in her voice. I’d burn the whole fuckin’ world down before I’d ever hurt her.

“You don’t think I’m a virgin too?” Surely, she’s caught on by now. The chemistry between us is off the charts, but she couldn’t have missed my shaking hands when I unbuttoned her shirt or the way I’m leaking into my pants, creating a big wet mess on the front of them.

“You’re really hot,” she answers as if that explains why I can’t be a virgin.

“And how many women do you think stumble into my cabin on the daily?” I ask.

She giggles then. “OK, May probably doesn’t have many other granddaughters.”

I chuckle then too, even as I wonder why she’s still talking about May. “Try none. She has no granddaughters.”

“Do you hate me for lying to you?” There’s so much vulnerability in her tone that my heart squeezes. She lied to me when she met me. I don’t give a damn about that. I don’t even care that she was trying to steal from me anymore. All I want is this beautiful woman to be mine.

“I’ll never hate you,” I promise and bury my head in the valley of her breasts. Her heart is about to pound out of her chest. “You’re my girl, and I want to taste every inch of you.”

Her breath catches in her throat, the sound so soft that most people would probably miss it. Not me. My every sense is now tuned into Laura.

She threads her fingers through my hair, tugging on my ponytail. “I’d like that.”

Her permission is all I need as I press another kiss to her soft skin. She might pretend to be tough and invincible but here with her lying under me, I know the truth. My woman has a soft, vulnerable side that she covers up. She doesn’t have to do that anymore because from now on, she has a man that will be her shield and her armor. When she’s with me, she can lay everything else down and just be herself, exactly as she is.

I trail my lips across her breasts, chasing my path again until I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

She arches against me and lets out a little sigh of appreciation. Then she’s working those hips. She wraps a leg around my waist. This right here is heaven. Even without being inside her wet heat, I’m going to come all over myself.

“I’m going to...Nash,” her voice is a breathy whine.

The need in her tone has me nearly coming on the spot, but I grit my teeth against the sensation. Not until she gets off first. “It’s all right, honey. We have all damn day.”

She picks up her pace, chasing that release she desperately wants. “It’s not...I’m not quite.”

“Then let your man take care of you.” I skim my hand between us, my mind focused on a singular mission of bringing my girl as much pleasure as possible. As soon as I find her panties, I’m cramming my big fingers in there and stroking those soft folds. She’s so silky, like velvet. Very wet velvet.

The entire time I’m touching her, my own hips are moving. I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. I had no idea that my soulmate could drive me this wild or make me this hard. “That’s what you need right there, isn’t it? You needed my fingers in your panties, needed your man stroking you.”

She whimpers in agreement, and I feel the moment her release starts. I feel it in the way she shudders, her bare tits pressing against the hard wall of my chest and the sensation has my orgasm blending with hers until we’re only a sweaty, humping mess, chasing this pleasure together.

All of the tension in my body relaxes as I spill my load into my jeans. Seems a waste when all I want to do is get her pregnant. But I remind myself of what I told her. We have all damn day. Actually, I lied. We have the rest of our lives together. I just haven’t told her that part yet.

8

LAURA

Nash collapses against me,his weight anchoring me to the bed and squishing all the breath from my lungs. For a few seconds, I enjoy the feeling of him over me like this. Then I nudge his side, and he mutters something under his breath before rolling onto the bed next to me.

I wonder if he was telling the truth when he said he was a virgin. I mean, I’ve always heard first times are pretty awful, but the man next to me has been nothing but considerate and caring.

“We are doing that one again,” I say. I definitely want it again with Nash, except without our clothes next time. Just the thought starts another ache between my thighs. I squeeze them together.

Before he can respond, his phone announces that he has a new call from Sheriff Luke. Suddenly, all the warm, gushy feelings that were running through me fade. My blood runs cold. He might just be saying all of this pretty stuff to get what he wants. It wouldn’t be the first time that I heard all the right things from someone only to discover they didn’t mean it.

I roll out of bed, careful to avoid the mess of ceramic and soup on the floor. I’m such a fool. I can’t believe I thought we had something, that I might matter to someone for the first time in my life.

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