Page 142 of The One With the Mountain Man

"God damn. Goddamn, Lee."

And because I was very much enjoying showing him how much I loved him while simultaneously blowing his mind, I dropped to my knees and began kissing my way up and down his shaft. I dug my nails into his thighs, sucked him into my mouth. His fingers moved through my hair gently guiding or stroking. Until he tapped my shoulder.

"Enough, Lee. Enough."

I looked up with him in my mouth, knowing what it did to him.

"Fuuuuuuck.But no.Enough.I love anytime you have your mouth on me. Youknowhow much I do, but I want more than this right now."

I let him go with one last long suck.

Jackson's hands were on me and then I was somehow promptly placed on the couch, his hands on my thighs spreading me as he repaid my kissing and sucking.

And flicking and there might have been some light nibbling before I was arching and moaning, my voice echoing off the trees and the wood beams. We were outside and naked and having sex and there was no one. No one. Just us and maybe a confused deer. Definitely a pervy bird or two. The fire crackled and this gorgeous man was between my legs feasting.

I wanted this. I wanted him just like this. I would take these days and the quiet nights and slowly erase all the bad things. I would replace every one of them with good things. One day he wouldn't even be able to remember the things his father said to him. He wouldn't be able to recall the abuse or the years alone because all his memories would be good ones.

He nibbled the inside of my thigh. "You're thinking when you're supposed to be coming all over my face." He gave me a shy smile. The one that said he was still a little worried all of this would evaporate.

So I gave him a yank that was in no way forceful enough to pull him on top of me, but he moved like I had, tucking us into the cushions. "I'm building us a bigger couch. Twice as big. Basically a bed."

I giggled because that was perfect. Just...perfect. "I was thinking. Thinking about how I will systematically erase every bad memory you have. Instead of insults you'll think of—"

"Exactly how your pussy tastes."

"Yes, Jackson. That. And—"

"The sounds you make when I've made you wait for your orgasm."

This man. I shook my head. "Yes. And—"

"All the different ways and colors you flush for me, baby."

I knew exactly where his mind was at because these answers were getting progressively dirtier. "That too. And—"

"How you wiggle your ass when I play with it and how hard you come when I add a finger or two."

This game was over. "All of those things."

He stared at me very hard, his mood changing eyes wavering between green and blue thanks to the trees and sky. "Say it," he whispered. "I have a really good one."

"No, I'm done. We should get back the sex."

He stared some more. Enough that I began to wonder what was going on that head of his. "We will get back to the sex right after you say it."

He wasn't going to let this go. Apparently I needed to hear one more kinky thing from the mind of Jackson Finn. I let out a huff. "Fine. That too.And—"

He placed a chaste, devastating kiss on my lips that made my entire body melt into a puddle of need. "And every laugh, every smile, Lee. Every morning I get to wake up with you beside me. Every night I get to fall asleep with you. Dinners and breakfasts and baths and dirty, dirty showers. All my memories will be good because they'll be of you."

Forty-Three

Jackson

I do believe we had plans

Scottie hadour booth reserved like always and we scarfed down chicken on skewers. For once I didn't pay attention because I was too hungry to care what Scottie created. Then we danced, which might have gotten a little illegal. My hands, man. They had a mind of their own. Digger of all people asked me to stop.

We joined Digger, Travis, Joanne, and Mack at their table in the corner. It was a little darker, a little more private. And somehow we got the quietest, darkest seat at the table.

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