Page 61 of Mountain Refuge

But damn, there was a part of me that hoped one day soon she’d be willing to have no form of birth control and just let nature take its course.

I could learn what we needed to and become her midwife. I paused at that wording. What was the male form of ‘midwife’? The word ‘accoucheur’ came to mind, but I wasn’t sure if that was the correct definition. ‘Midhusband’, maybe?

I smiled goofily at myself, rushing back into the kitchen. Where my smile utterly failed and died.

Brooke was now as naked as I was. She had moved the plate of eggs and bacon to the table, effectively placing it out of our way, and was now bent over the counter with her lower half sticking out in invitation.

I about swallowed my tongue at the sight.

Even from where I stood in the doorway, I could see her juices glistening in the morning sun through the windows.

My balls tightened and I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts enough to concentrate.

She was effectively serving herself up to me on a platter. I planned to dine my fill.

I fell to my knees behind her, trying to push my pent up arousal aside. I wasnotready to come yet.

I ran my tongue along her slit. She whimpered. Her legs straightened, forcing my face to bury deeper against her. Chuckling, I pulled my neck back and bit the rounded globe of her left ass cheek. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave an impression of my teeth on her.

“Hey!” she protested, taking a step forward and away from me.

My hands shot up and locked around her hips. I dragged herbackwards and bit her right cheek to make it mirror the other. She bucked her hips.

“Stop fucking around and fuck me already!” she snapped.

Taking my pointer finger, I circled her soaked hole, running it forward towards her clit, and then back. I did this twice more before she let out a whimpering growl. Finally, I took pity on her and dipped my finger into her core. Brooke moaned and sagged further against the counter top.

I pulled my finger out, added my middle finger, and pressed both inside her. I felt her inner muscles quake around me. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her back hole. I checked her reaction, wanting to test how she would take me paying attention to her ass, but her only response was to moan louder and widen her stance.

Accepting the invitation, I took a long lick of her musky rear. I’d never rimmed anyone before, and fuck, I was not anticipating it being so hot. I pressed my face between her cheeks and ate her ass like it was my last meal as I pumped my two forefingers in and out of her wet heat.

Brooke practicallymewled, writhing against the countertop. I tightened my hold on her hip to steady her.

“Please,” she begged.

I laughed against her puckered hole. There was a sense of power and intoxication in making my woman feel out of control. I wanted to make her scream, toburn, for me. Only me, just as I burned for her. I had no idea what had come over me, as this was completely different from our previous sexual encounters, but I knew I liked it.

And, better yet, I knew thatshewas loving it.

Brooke came with a cry.

I gave her no time to recover. I stood up, broke the condom wrapper open with my teeth, and slid it down my cock. Without losing a beat, I positioned the tip of mysheathed cock at her hot, wet entrance andslammedmyself home.

Brooke’s top half arched up, throwing her head back with a wail. I took the opportunity to grab hold of her braid that I loved so much and wrapped it around my hand like a horse’s reins.

I held her tight, though equally conscious for signs of pain over pleasure. I felt wild, taking her so roughly, but I had no desire to harm her. The love I felt for this woman was more powerful than any primal need to dominate.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brooke

The moan that escaped me was equal parts passion and surprise. He took me hard and fast, in a way that made it known that—despite what dirty words we had used in the past—that this was the first time he was fucking me, not making love. And I wasfucking loving it.

I had only been with two men in my life. After Tyler, I never thought Iwouldbe with a man again. That trust had been broken. But then this single father with a terrible past came barreling into my life.

I had never felt the desire to be down and dirtyfuckedbefore. Like I needed to be owned, possessed, to have my body claimed and his mark on me. To know that I would stillfeelthat claim even hours or days later.

My second orgasm took me by surprise. With Elijah holding my head up by my hair, I caught sight of our reflection in the kitchen window. It was duller than a mirror would have been, but still clear enough to make out our features. I saw the fierceness of his expression, but also the tenderness of his love.

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