Page 15 of Fearless Mountain Man

I’d stay out here all night with her, helping her break in that tight pussy with the pain she was going through. We’d definitely be one and done tonight.

This was why I should have been on top. I could’ve slowed things down. I had a feeling Ana was going to try to be a hero, take on far more pain than she should. I didn’t want her to hurt. It was a necessary pain, but I wanted to protect her from it.

And that was how I knew I was falling in love. I’d stayed far, far away from anything having to do with that word most of my life. Yet here I was, buried inches deep in a woman I’d just met, knowing I’d do anything for her. I’d give my life to protect her. Never, ever had I felt that before. Even when I thought I was in love.

“Maybe if you touch me like you did earlier,” she said.

I smiled. There was nothing I would rather do right now than make her feel pleasure. Maybe it would offset some of the pain.

At the same time my thumb found her clit, I reached the other hand up and ran my other thumb around her nipple. She’d liked that earlier, and I made a mental note that her nipples were extra sensitive. That was a good thing—yet another way I could give my woman pleasure.

Yes, Ana was my woman. I realized that as I watched her bounce gently up and down on me, not taking me too deep, but pushing past the pain. I was never letting her go. I was going to make her come again and again and again for the rest of her life. I just had to find a way to make her see that she belonged here in Seduction Summit with me.

“You okay?” I asked.

Her eyes popped open. She looked down at me and nodded.

“It’s getting easier,” she said. “It’s actually starting to feel good. Is that normal?”

I nodded. “I think so. I don’t know.”

She wasn’t going deep at all, but I didn’t mind. She was having to hold herself up a little. Her thighs might get tired before either of us came.

“Just focus on what I’m doing to you,” I said, continuing to stroke her in both places.

My thumb slid across her nipple. She let out a little gasp, so I did that again. And again. Each time, she made a noise and her bounces became more extreme. She didn’t seem to be in pain at all. She was going deeper on me. Maybe she was doing exactly as I suggested—focusing on the pleasure, not the pain.

“Oh yes, keep doing that,” she said, bouncing faster and faster.

She reached up and grabbed her other breast—the one I wasn’t touching. I closed my eyes. The sight shoved me right to the edge, and I needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until she?—

“Ah, ah,ah.”

Her voice echoed through the silence. But back here, if anyone heard, they’d just assume it was wildlife. I opened my eyes and watched as she threw her head back, riding out her orgasm. And that was when I dropped the last of my restraints. I focused on Ana—the feel of her, the way her walls were still clenching me as her orgasm waned—and within seconds, I was shooting my seed into her.

As my orgasm took over my body, I let out a sound that might scare the neighbors. They’d probably assume it was a bear’s roar…if anyone was outside to hear.

When I finally stilled, Ana collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in the moonlight and wondering what it would take to make sure I held her like this every night for the rest of my life.

9

ANA

Islept with Carter Powell.

That thought slammed into me, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling seemed to loom above me, reminding me that I was now in my bed at the lodge, all alone.

Carter had tried to talk me into spending the night at his place, but he had to be at work early in the morning. I told him I had some work to do too, and we made a date to get together for dinner.

I rubbed my head and squeezed my eyes closed. I felt hungover, despite the fact that I didn’t have all that much to drink last night. It was a good kind of hangover. I was no longer a virgin.

Smiling to myself, I looked over at the nightstand next to the bed. The digital clock said it was after eight a.m. I was normally up well before eight, but last night, I went to bed after one in the morning—well past my normal bedtime.

After we made love, I’d lain in his arms, looking up at the stars, for a long time. We talked about our pasts and present—anything but the future. Maybe he was scared to bring it up. Maybe I was. I wasn’t sure.

Honestly, I was scared to even think about the future with him. It sounded too appealing… We’d get married and raise our kids together here in this beautiful mountain town. Was that just a fantasy, or could it actually happen?

I grabbed my phone, which was face down in front of the clock, and looked at the screen. The message brought home exactly what I’d done. I’d messed up. And I’d messed up big time.

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