Page 19 of Her Mountain Man Grump

Meeting Emma is the best thing that ever happened to me, and as I pull back to look at her, the words rise up without hesitation

“I love you, Emma.”

Her lips part, her eyes sparkling. “Really? You mean it?”

“I’ve never meant anything more, sugar. I love you. So fucking much.”

She blinks at me, her breath catching for a moment. Then her face splits into a beautiful smile, which seems to fill the whole cabin with sunshine.

“I love you too, Brody. More than anything.”

My angel. My sweet Emma. She’s all mine, and I can’t wait to put a ring on her finger and make it official. This girl is my whole world, and as I lean in to kiss her soft lips, I know I’ve found my forever.

EPILOGUE

EMMA

It’sa bright summer’s afternoon on Cherry Mountain, the sun hanging high in the sky as my husband and I lounge on the picnic blanket. We’re sitting by the river, on the same spot where we met nearly two years ago. The water laps gently at the bank, glistening in the sunshine as I reach out to grab another strawberry from the picnic basket. Brody packed all my favorite foods; he knows I’ve been craving strawberries like crazy since I got pregnant, and he even melted some chocolate for me to dip them into.

My bump is only just beginning to show, but that doesn’t stop me from instinctively running my hand over it nonstop. I just can’t believe I’m going to be a mom. The surprise keeps hitting me all over again, filling me with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Last week, I had a scan to find out the baby’s sex, and though I would have been happy no matter what, I was thrilled to hear we’re having a little girl. I can’t wait to meet her and give her a better childhood than I had. Growing up on Cherry Mountain will be the opposite of Scourfield. Our daughter will be free and happy.

It was the beginning of the end for my father’s cult once the authorities got involved. After I tipped them off aboutwhat was happening in Scourfield, the cops investigated. Then they raided. The cult was guilty of a laundry list of offenses which came to light during the trial: domestic violence, child neglect, labor exploitation, unlawful imprisonment, even human trafficking. My father and his men were recruiting new cult members by manipulating them, trapping vulnerable people with the promise of a better life, and then forcing them into manual labor without pay. The cops also found an entire arsenal of illegal weapons hidden in an underground bunker, which my father had been stockpiling for years. They had him dead to rights.

Having to testify at the trial was the scariest moment of my life—even scarier than escaping Scourfield. My father’s lessons were deeply ingrained, and standing in a courtroom denouncing the cult went against everything I’d ever been taught. But I did it, and now Father and his men are in prison. It will be a long road to recovery for all of us survivors, but with Brody by my side, I feel happier every day. My husband fought for me every step of the way, just like he promised, and I never could have taken on Scourfield without him.

“What are you thinking about, sugar?”

I shake off my thoughts, looking at Brody. The last couple of years have been kind to my husband. He’s more handsome than ever, grizzled and rugged, and I smile as he fixes me with those bright blue eyes that I love so much.

“I was thinking about you,” I tell him, leaning into him as he loops a muscular arm around me.

“What a coincidence. I was thinking about you, too.” He presses a kiss on my cheek, his beard scratching my skin in a way that makes me shiver. My heart stutters as he tilts my chin toward him, then captures my lips in a searing kiss. I never tire of kissing my husband. His raw, masculine taste sends a joltof desire through me as his tongue slides possessively into my mouth, dominating me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, gasping as he pulls me onto his lap. His hard bulge strains through his jeans, pressing against my core. Need pools between my thighs as Brody’s giant hands grab my ass, grinding me against his lap until I’m aching for him, desperate for more.

“Fuck, sugar.” His voice is a deep growl in my ear. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” I gasp. “Please, Brody.”

He reaches down to unzip his jeans, pulling his huge cock free from his boxers. It swells between us, thick and girthy, and anticipation throbs deep inside me. Brody shuffles backward, sitting up with his back against a thick tree trunk, pulling me toward him. I didn’t bother wearing panties today—they always get in the way during our ‘picnics’—and I eagerly plant my knees on either side of Brody’s hips, holding up the hem of my skirt. With a moan of relief, I sink down onto my husband’s giant cock, savoring the way he fills me up, pushing against every sensitive nerve inside me.

“That feel good, sugar?” he asks as I start to rock my hips, breathing hard.

“So good…”

I rest my hands on his broad shoulders, moaning as I ride his cock in a steady rhythm. His eyes never leave my face, burning into me. Beneath my dress, his hands cup my bare ass, forcing me to move faster.

“Oh!”

I gasp at the change of pace, squirming as Brody takes control of me. He starts to buck his hips, thrusting up as I sink down, our bodies slamming together wildly. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the forest, my cries drowning out the gentle rush of water. It’s primal. Animal-like.

And I love it.

“That’s it, Emma,” my husband groans, his jaw tight. “Take my cock. Take every inch.”

His words spur me on, and I match his pace, riding him like a wild thing as he thrusts up into me. My whole body tingles, pleasure burning inside me. It feels so good. My grip on Brody tightens, moans ripping from my throat as I feel myself start to come undone.

“Good girl.” Brody’s eyes pierce mine, filled with savage lust. “Come on my cock, sugar.”

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