Page 19 of My Tempting Mountain Man

This makes me smile brighter. “Good.”

He starts pushing deeper inside me, filling me up, but going slowly like I asked. The hot water sluices over our joined bodies, and I silently beg the universe to let me have this feeling for the rest of my life. “This pussy is mine,” he says, cupping my mound and pushing his finger against my clit.

He’s not gentle with the way he toys with my clit. No, he’s rough and unforgiving, but it’s just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars when I close my eyelids.

My body’s so close to unraveling, and I clench my walls tighter around him.

“Oh fuck, baby, I feel that. You squeezing my cock. Strangling him. Trying to milk my release from me.”

“I’m so close, Daddy.”

That’s all it takes for both of us to groan out in ecstasy. Our orgasms hit at the same time, a symphony of moans and grunts as we ride out the waves of our releases together.

12

Liam

The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows around the cozy cabin. Everly is nestled against my side on the couch, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. Her breathing is slow and steady, matching the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath my arm. I savor this quiet, intimate moment, though a heaviness hangs in the air—a conversation we both know is inevitable.

Everly tilts her head up, her soft eyes seeking mine. "Liam," she whispers softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I murmur, though my heart already knows what's coming.

She hesitates briefly, as though choosing her words carefully. "You never really answered me earlier—why are you living up here all alone? What happened?"

I draw in a long, slow breath, my chest tightening with a mix of dread and relief. Maybe it's time she knew. Maybe she'll finally understand why she deserves so much better than me. If tellingher means she'll leave, then it's for the best. At least I won't ruin her life, tethering her to the wreckage of mine.

"A few years ago," I begin quietly, staring into the flames, "my brother and I took a road trip. It was supposed to be a bonding experience. Something we'd both remember forever." I swallow thickly, my throat tightening painfully.

Everly sits up slightly, concern filling her eyes. "Liam, what happened?"

I exhale shakily, steeling myself against the familiar pain. "We had an accident. A bad one. It was raining hard, the roads were slick, and I—" I pause, my voice breaking as memories flood me. "I was driving. I lost control."

Her grip tightens on my shirt, and she gazes up at me, her eyes filled with sorrow and understanding. "Your brother…"

"He didn't make it," I whisper hoarsely, emotion raw and heavy in my voice. "I walked away with barely a scratch, and he... he didn't survive."

"Oh, Liam," Everly breathes, reaching up to cradle my face gently in her hands. Her touch is tender, but it hurts. It hurts because I don't deserve it.

"My parents blamed me," I continue numbly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I blamed myself. Still do. Every single day. I couldn't face them. I couldn't face anyone. So, I left. I came up here, to hide from the world. It's easier this way. Easier to deal with the pain when no one's around to remind me of everything I lost."

Silence settles heavily between us. My heart pounds with anxiety, terrified she'll finally see the truth and pull away. Terrified that she'll leave and equally terrified that she won't.

But Everly doesn't move away. Instead, she leans in closer, her soft forehead pressing against mine, her breath warm on my skin. "I'm so sorry, Liam," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't imagine how much pain you've carried. But you don't have to carry it alone anymore."

"Everly," I say desperately, gripping her hands gently but firmly. "Don't you see? I'm damaged. Broken. You deserve someone whole, someone who won't drag you down into their darkness."

She pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes with determination I've grown to love fiercely. "You're not broken, Liam. You're hurting. And hurting doesn't mean you're unworthy of love."

Her words cut deep, slicing through the walls I've carefully built around my heart. For the first time, hope flickers within me—a fragile, terrifying spark. Could she really mean it? Could I truly be worth loving despite everything I've done, despite every mistake I've made?

Everly leans forward, her lips brushing softly against mine in a tender, reassuring kiss. "I'm here, Liam," she whispers against my lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Let me stay. Let me help you heal."

My chest aches with a longing I can hardly bear. My arms tighten around her, holding her closer, needing her warmth and strength more than I can admit. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, finally surrendering to the vulnerability I've feared for so long, but then remembering I can’t be selfish with her. She deserves more. "You need to leave."

13

Everly

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