Page 14 of Owned By the Mountain Man

“Do you like the hustle and the bustle?”

He continues his slow massage, moving his hands higher to my calf. An ache starts between my thighs, and I have to focus to remember what he asked me. “I used to. Then I came here, and I don’t know. The quiet, relaxed pace in the mountains is growing on me. It feels like...” I trail off, not wanting to tell him that I feel like I found home for the first time in my life.

“Like home,” he answers as if he’s reading my mind. “Courage has a way of becoming that for every lost and lonely soul who happens in. I should know. I moved from place to place for a long time until I found this town.”

“Yeah,” I say, my throat tight. I don’t want to tell him that I meant his place feels like home. That would probably be weird.

“Do you ever think about moving away from the city?” He asks, and I hate the hopeful note in his tone. Nothing good is going to come from our time here in his cabin. This is all we get together.

Instead of dwelling on that I run my fingers along his thigh. It wouldn’t take much for me to touch that place between his legs. “Earlier you made me a promise about having all day.”

He grunts when I move higher, cupping his manhood through the material of his jeans. He’s already hard, already excited by the way we’ve been touching.

He moves his hands higher too, brushing against the place where my underwear rests on my thigh. “What color are these?”

My breathing hitches with his fingers so close to my pussy. I rub the straining erection I can feel beneath his clothes. He’s so large, and I can’t wait for him to be inside of me. What we shared earlier was fun, but I need to know all of Nash, need to feel his cock pumping in and out of me. “Blue, about the same shade as your eyes.”

He swears under his breath. “I want to taste your sweet cherry this time.”

My cheeks heat at his words. Somehow that sounds more intimate than what I was thinking about. Then I remember the way his soft beard felt against my chest, the way it felt to have his lips there. What would it be like to feel him kiss that spot between my legs, the one that’s aching so badly?

He moves a finger under my panties to caress my swollen folds. “Let me make you feel good again, honey.”

I whimper softly and spread my legs, urging him on. Tingles race down my spine as he strokes me slowly. So slowly that he’s teasing me. He has to be. “Nash…”

“Is there some other way you want me to touch you?” The amusement in his tone lets me know he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I…I liked your idea,” I admit in a hushed whisper. It feels weird to be talking about this. It’s not that I’m embarrassed. It’s just that I’ve never done this, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing and make it weird.

“Let go. Just be in the moment with me,” he says as if sensing my hesitation.

I sink deeper into the couch cushion, trying to remember he’s not judging me. Nash hasn’t judged me once. He knows what I am, and he’s heard about my ugly past and even understands that I wasn’t adoptable. Yet he’s never rejected me. Is this love, the ability to unflinchingly listen to all the dark parts of my story without turning away? Is this love, the desire to step into my pain and wrap my gentle hands around my hurting heart?

I don’t know the answer to these questions, and it hurts too much to think about them. I push everything from my mind and focus on this moment, the way Nash wanted to. There’s only the feel of his fingers on my slick skin and his lips against my neck as he nuzzles me there.

I let out a soft sigh. “Feels so good.”

“It’s about to get better.” Nash stops touching my pussy and I want to cry out at the loss of contact. He slides to the floor on his knees in front of the couch. “Lie down.”

I scooch until I’m lying down, and he doesn’t waste any time. He skims along my skin until he finds the waistband of my panties and works them down my body. When they’re free, I expect him to toss them away but instead he puts them in his pocket. “New decision. In this cabin, there’s a no-panties rule.”

I laugh. “You can’t keep my panties.”

“Watch me,” he growls before he presses a soft kiss to my thigh. It’s feather-light and makes my breath catch in my throat. He continues higher and higher, his beard brushing against my sensitive skin. Just when I think he’s going to finally kiss that spot between my legs, the one that’s throbbing, he switches and kisses his way down my other thigh.

I groan in frustration. This was an amusing game at first but now a girl needs to come. It’s a pulsing ache that won’t be satisfied unless Nash relieves it. “You said you were going to taste my cherry!”

“Ask me nicely.” It sounds like he’s grinning against my skin.

“I’ll just do it myself,” I answer and move my hand down my stomach, headed straight for the apex of my thighs. Even if I touch myself here, it won’t be as good. What I really, really want is Nash, but I can call his bluff.

He grabs my wrist before I can reach my pussy. “I wouldn’t advise that.”

“And why is that?” My heart is pounding so hard that he has to hear it.

“Because then I’ll punish you,” he answers and there’s a dark promise in his voice. A threat that has the breath leaving my lungs. I definitely want to be punished by Nash at some point. But not now. Now all I want is him touching me.

“Please. Please lick it, Nash. It hurts so much,” I admit. I can’t remember the last time I admitted to needing anything. But with Nash, I’m safe to share my needs. I can go to him because he’ll always be the man who takes care of me. The knowledge fills me up and I finally realize that’s what he wants. He wants me to trust him, so I say the words that scare me, the ones I’ve never admitted to anyone, “I need you.”

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