Page 20 of Hunted By the Mountain Man

“And I’m on birth control pills. So the condom’s up to you.”

“Really?”

“Just don’t get me pregnant,” she says, her face tightening ever so slightly.

“The pill’s pretty damn effective. Isn’t it?”

She nods, staring at me between her sexy, thick legs.

I know she’s being playful, but her comment hits at a pain deeply buried inside me. The pain of being an unwanted child. Sitting back on my heels, I question, “And if I got you pregnant? What would you do with the baby, Brynn?”

She giggles. “Remember what I said about the future?”

I shake my head. “I have to know.” My voice comes out somber and detached, and her eyes flicker to mine. We stare at each other for a long, wordless moment.

“We’d figure it out, right?”

I need more from her. So much more, but I don’t know what. Instead, I return to thoughts of a more carnal nature. Claiming her mouth, my hands roam over her body, making mental notes of everything about this moment. Hooking the insides of my elbows under her legs, I draw her knees up, sliding into her slowly, taking my time. She grimaces and sighs with each inch, biting her bottom lip as her chin trembles, and her face tightens.

I move back and forth sensually, just the tip at first, but working into her slowly and methodically. Her fingertips dig into my back, and she buries her head in the crook of my neck, whimpering yet urging me on. Not wanting to draw out the pain anymore than necessary, I pull back before thrusting into her, controlled but unwavering, and smashing through the small piece of skin trying to keep us apart.

Brynn’s fingernails dig deep into my back, and she bites my chest, leaving a dainty heart-shaped red spot. Pulling her on top of me, I thrust into her again and again gripping her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock. Leaning up, I wrap my lips around one of her pretty pink nipples, swirling her areola and making her gasp. I alternate sides, working her into a frenzy until her breasts form stiff peaks, and her hips arch demandingly into my pelvis.

“Oh, God, Butterfly. I’m about to come hard.”

“Come for me, baby,” she encourages as I explode inside her, screaming her name, so many years of self-denial, so many pent-up feelings finally freed.

A cozy bliss should follow. But almost instantly, logic eclipses it, and I realize I’ve fucked up. Completely fucked up everything by claiming this woman before coming clean to her about her dad’s inadvertent role in our meeting.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, immediately perceiving the change in my mood.

“Nothing,” I lie, a sudden distance forming between us.

She eyes me skeptically.

Pulling her down next to me, I bury my face in her hair. “I just need you to be with me. Stay here with me no matter what.”

“No matter what,” she repeats, scrutinizing me with her brilliant blue eyes.

ChapterTen

BRYNN

Iwake up feeling like I’m in a dream. But the soreness in muscles I didn’t even know I had confirms every delicious moment of what happened. So does the hairy chest I rest my cheek against, the strong heartbeat beneath my ear, and the cypress and sandalwood smell of my mountain man stalker.

Closing my eyes again, my mind roves over the events of early morning. The ecstasy he made me feel with his fingers, tongue, and cock. My cheeks burn as I remember how he led me into his massive bathroom after we had sex, tenderly cleaning me with a warm washcloth at the sink.

Even then, my need for him felt insatiable as I turned towards the sink gripping it and raising my ass invitingly towards him. To my surprise, he dropped to his knees, eating me out from behind as I watched ecstasy overtake my face in the mirror, yelling his name as I came again.

Standing, he gripped my hips hungrily, pounding into me without hesitation. The uncomfortable stretch of the first encounter giving way to unadulterated pleasure as his tip slammed into my G-spot over and over again. Seizing my hand, he sucked my thumb before spitting on it and instructing me to rub my clit.

Returning his hands to the tops of my hips, he stroked me long and hard as I obeyed, rubbing myself and savoring every inch of him until I unwound around him, milking his dick and climaxing hard. With one more deep thrust, waves of hot release filled me as his muscular core shuddered over me. I thought for sure his neighbors would call the cops with all the noise. But he reassured me the closest homeowners were ten miles away.

I swallow loudly, my cheeks flushed at the remembrance of my demanding lover and how he transformed into a total gentleman afterwards. Cleaning me again before sweeping me up in his robust arms and carrying me to bed. Encouraging me to rest my head on his firm chest, he whispered in raw tones, “Promise you’ll never leave me, Butterfly. No matter what.”

And for the first time in my entire life, I made that unthinkable promise because I need Beau more than I need my plans, my career, my ambitions…

A loud vibration makes me jump, and I scrub my eyes, looking at the phone next to me on the nightstand. I pick it up unthinkingly, assuming it’s mine since I have a black case.

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