Page 13 of Lost with the Mountain Man

"Charlie, I need you," he growls, his voice low and rough.

He grasps the hem of my apron and tugs it off, his movements frantic and desperate. I'm suddenly aware of how little time we have, how much I want him, how much I need this.

I reach for him, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. He lets out a low groan as I free him, my hand wrapping around his hot, hard length. He's big and thick and throbbing.

He pushes my legs apart, positioning himself between my thighs. I can feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, the hunger of him.

He's like a wild animal, about to pounce, and I am his prey. I want this.

Rust's eyes are wild, his chest heaving with desire as he looks down at me. "Charlie, you're so beautiful," he says, his voice thick with emotion.

I lift my hips to meet him, and he lowers himself onto me, his weight supported by his arms. He hooks a hand behind one of my knees, lifting it up and opening me up to him even more. I can feel the tip of him, hot and hard, pressing against me. It still feels as big as the first time.

Rust leans down, his lips finding mine again as he slowly pushes inside me. I can feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me up. It's a sensation unlike any other, and I moan into his mouth, my hips lifting to meet his thrust.

"Fuck, Charlie, you're so tight," Rust groans, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel so good. You going to take this big cock for me like a good girl?”

“Yes!” I whimper.

He pulls back slightly, then thrusts again, going deeper this time. I can feel every ridge of him, every vein, and I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him on. He begins to move, slowly at first, finding his rhythm.

His hips move at a steady pace, and his eyes never leave mine. There's a tenderness in his gaze that warms my heart.

"Rust," I whisper, my body adapting to his size, my legs wrapped tightly around him. I can feel the pleasure building, the friction of our bodies creating a heat that spreads through me like wildfire.

Rust's thrusts become deeper, more urgent. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with exertion.

"Charlie, I'm close," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. "Are you with me, baby?" He moves his hands between us, rubbing my clit in small, tight circles.

I nod, my body trembling on the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, Rust. I'm right there with you."

He thrusts deeper, and I feel myself shatter around him. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me gasping and clinging to him. Rust lets out a low growl as he comes, filling me with his hot seed.

Just as our heartbeats start to settle, the timer goes off in the kitchen.

I laugh. "Your blueberry muffins are ready," I kiss his cheek and get dressed.

“Excellent, I’ve worked up an appetite,” he grins.

I'm going to be hot for the rest of the day, counting the minutes until I'm back up in his cabin, naked with my body pressed against his.

I used to think the bakery was my favorite place in the world. Now, I knew that my favorite place to be was with him.Rust – my mountain man.

Epilogue

Rust

Summertouristseasoniswinding down, and the residents of Darkmore were enjoying the reprieve. Autumn is bringing cold wind and frost, and soon, it would be winter when the ski lodge would be booked solid until February. It seems like there was never a dull moment in this small town, especially now that I was working with Darkmore Search and Rescue.

I glance at Charlie, captivated by her soft, pregnant glow. She's radiant, even with her hair tied back into a messy bun and her apron speckled with flour.

Clara, the bakery owner, is cradling her little one, a girl with curly blond hair and big blue eyes. The sight makes me wonder what our baby will look like when they arrive. I know I'm going to love being a dad.

The bakery smells like sweet, fresh bread and coffee. Things have changed so much in the past year. I went from a solitary mountain man to a Search and Rescue volunteer, and now I'm the expectant father of Charlie's baby. I never saw any of this coming, but I wouldn't change a thing.

"So, how are you doing with the training, Rust?" Ash, Charlie's boss' husband, asks. He's a nice guy. His family runs the hardware store across the street.

I shrug, leaning against the counter. "It's going well. I've been on a few calls already. It's good to be back in the action, you know? It's different from the city, but I'm getting the hang of it." I take a sip of coffee, savoring the taste. Charlie always makes the best coffee.

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