Page 7 of Called to the Mountain

The path his fingers takes leaves my skin sizzling in their wake. His other hand clutches my hip, pulling me against him so I can feel the thick ridge of his manhood as he presses it into my lower belly.

We bump up against the cabinets and for a moment I think he's going to lift me up and take me right here on the counter top.

My pussy weeps moisture in anticipation.

Taking advantage of my opportunity, I run my hands over his broad chest and down his torso, filling my hands with muscles sculpted from years of working outdoors on the river.

His thumb grazes my nipple and I arch my back and moan into his mouth while I pull the white tee he has under his flannel up so I can work my hands underneath.

I run my hands over his bare skin, and this time it's Rapid that moans between our kisses; but when my hands push lower to cup his hardness he pulls away with a tortured sound.

"Jax." He breathes harshly, my son's name barely a rasp in his thick voice.

"Sleeping," I remind him, reaching for him, desperate to feel him against me again.

Rapid's hands catch mine and bring them up between us. I can feel his heart beating hard and fast and both of us are breathing roughly. I don't want to stop but now he's pulling away when it seems obvious I'm not the only one who wants this.

"Sage, listen to me." He leans down so that he's eye to eye with me and I'm lost in the Mediterranean blue of his irises. "I want you, baby."

He takes one of my hands and presses it to his hard cock, pushing against me to let me feel his need for me. Thick, dusty lashes flutter over his eyes as they close and this time the furrow between his brows creases with an intense look of self-control as he takes my hand off him again.

"Then why--"

"Because Jackson is asleep in the other room. And he has no idea how I feel about you."

This time it's his hand that lowers, cupping my mound in a rough grip and pressing his fingers into me. I gasp and for a few, agonizing seconds, he tortures me with slow motions that have me grinding shamelessly against him.

"When I make you come for me, I'm going to have screaming my name till you lose your voice, understand?"

His grip on me tightens when he says it and everything inside me goes wet and hot with a reaction that is nothing less than primal.

"I've waited a whole year for you, Sage, I can hold out another few days. Jackson's going to be gone for a whole week and you better believe I plan on taking full advantage of that."

The smoldering look he gives has my clit throbbing. I don't know how I'm going to hold out till Jackson's dad picks him up in a few days.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath and wraps me in his arms for another lingering kiss that seers my lips. "I need to get going."

Following him out to his truck, my body is begging me to convince him to stay but my brain knows he's right. Jackson doesn't know there's anything between us at all, it would be awkward to explain ourselves if he caught us doing anything he isn't expecting.

Outside, Rapid twists the key in the ignition and the big, diesel engine roars to life but he doesn't climb behind the wheel right away. Instead, he takes me in his arms with a vise-like grip and pushes me up against the side of his truck.

We're out of sight from the house, the neighbors, and anyone who might come up to the clinic's door after hours.

Rapid's body is pressed against mine without space between us, his hands are under my shirt, kneading my breasts with his mouth against my throat.

This time, when I reach to feel his rigid length filling my palm, he doesn't stop me. He presses into me and then grinds that hard pole against my mound when I reach for his perfect ass.

It's a frantic make-out session that has us both panting while our hands and mouths try to make up for a year's worth of lost time.

Rapid's hand dives under the fabric of my leggings and I'm so needy for him that I know I'll probably orgasm on the spot as soon as he touches me.

"Shit!" The unmistakable creak of our front door breaks the moment.

Rapid springs back from me.

"Mom?"

"Shit!" I echo Rapid's curse, quickly straightening my clothes and tucking my boobs back in my bra.

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