Page 17 of Devoted Mountain Man

Then, as if to demonstrate, she thrust her hips upward, shoving me several inches deeper. I found myself thinking about something—anything—to get my mind off what was happening.

“Do you think it would help if I touched myself?”

Her words pulled me out of my thoughts. I’d been running through every distraction I could come up with—sports scores, cars I’d owned, vacations I wanted to take with her…

“Yes,” I said. “Absolutely.”

That didn’t sound very enthusiastic. I didn’t need her touching herself right now. That would just make it harder to hold out. But I wanted to see her touch herself more than I wanted my next breath, so I was conflicted as hell.

She slid her hand between our bodies, down over her stomach. Her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as she began to move her fingers over her clit.

It probably didn’t feel good yet. It might not feel good throughout this. But at the very least, it could take her mind off the pain.

I still didn’t go very far. I was too worried about hurting her. Even if the pain was necessary to get us to the next level, I didn’t want to cause it.

I couldn’t wait for the day when I made love to Vanessa and she enjoyed it as much as I did. But when I opened my eyes again, her expression had softened. She no longer wore a grimace. Her lips were parted, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

Her touch was working. Damn it, I’d made myself aware of what she was doing to herself again. A fresh surge of heat rushed through me, reminding me just how tough this was. I forced my mind back to sports—league stats, ERA leaders, walk-off wins, random trivia… Anything to distract me.

I didn’t even realize I was pushing deeper until I heard her cry out. But she wasn’t crying out in pain. Quite the opposite.Whatever she was doing had gone from distraction to full-on pleasure. That made me feel far better about all this. But I still didn’t dare go any deeper.

Finally, she wrapped her legs around me, sliding her free hand over my back. Her touch only turned me on more, but it also brought a warmth in me. It felt like coming home.

I heard it before I saw it—the subtle increase in her breathing that told me she was getting close to her third orgasm—all thanks to her own touch.

Soon enough, it would be me. I’d make sure to give her a fourth. A fifth. A sixth. Maybe before the day was through.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

I wasn’t doing anything to make this happen—but I sure as hell didn’t stop. As I opened my eyes and looked down, I dropped all distractions and threw myself one hundred percent into the moment. Into her.

Just looking at those delicate features was what did it. I toppled headfirst into my own orgasm—the most powerful of my life.

“Ahh!” I cried out, not even caring that we were outside. Let people overhear—I didn’t care. The trees blocked us from view, and that worked for me.

I rode my orgasm all the way to the end, feeling disappointed as it dwindled. But then I opened my eyes and realized I had nothing to be disappointed about. I could see my future with this beautiful woman.

And that was more than enough.

9

VANESSA

“When are you coming home?”

That was how my best friend Gennie answered the phone. She didn’t even say hello—just, “When are you coming home?”

I winced. I probably should’ve made this an audio call, not a video chat. She could see the look on my face, and I could see the look on hers. From the way her eyes narrowed, I could tell she’d realized I was about to deliver some bad news.

“I’m not,” I said. “Well, I mean, I have to come back and get my stuff, but I’m moving here for good.”

Her entire expression changed then. Her mouth formed an “O,” her brows drawing together. She was even more beautiful than I was. Pretty much everyone we knew would agree. She’d been blessed with the most stunning features I’d ever seen. But she was so sweet and humble. That made it easier to be her best friend—even as she got all the attention everywhere we went.

“I met someone,” I said before she could get too far with her disappointment. “His name’s Dayton. He lives next door to this rental cabin. We, well…you know.”

Now her expression changed to a happier one. I knew she’d only momentarily forgotten I was moving away. This was too big a piece of news not to react to.

“You gave up your V card for this guy?” she asked. “Oh my gosh, you have to tell me everything.”

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