Page 17 of Saved By The Mountain Man

“Oh, no doubt. Any romance flick is. But that’s why we like it. And for tonight, it’s mandatory you like it too.”

I rested my arm along the back of the couch, and she curled up to me. Maybe for tonight I could stand watching a chick flick if it meant having her in my arms. Or if it meant she was happy. Didn’t we already establish I would do anything for her?

Thirty minutes in, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Sadly, I’ve seen this movie a few times, so I knew the gist of it. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of Brandi.

She glowed while she watched the film, as if she knew her own love story would be that cheesy. And who knew, maybe she saw our own relationship as being that way.

Oh hell, was that what I was doing? What were we doing? That a few well-placed words had us belonging to each other in the oldest of ways?

“Don’t you think her sister is a bitch for acting the way she does?”

She looked up at me, easily catching me staring.

“Yeah,” I muttered, not really hearing the question. Even now, I was far too wrapped up in her gaze to think about anything.

“Hugh,” she murmured, and I was undone. I didn’t think as I bent my head down and captured her lips, swallowing her moan.

It was mine anyways.

Every sound.

Moan.

Gasp.

I was going to be selfish and was going to claim from here on out.

Hell if she was ever leaving my arms.

I’d fight anyone tooth and nail who thought they could take her away.

“Damn, I love the way you kiss,” she breathed over my lips, and I lost all sense of thought. This woman was so damn intoxicating, and I was here for it, for her.

“Glad I could make you happy.”

“Oh, you did. Very well in fact,” she added, biting my lip.

Uh, when did that turn me on?

“I aim to please, Vixen.”

“As do I. Now let me return the favor.”

Her hands were already working at my belt, and then my jeans before my fog-induced brain caught up with what she was saying or offering. There was no favor she had to return, and I stilled her hands.

“Brandi-”

“Let me, damn it,” she hissed, effectively cutting me off. Who the hell was I to argue with her? Especially when she had so carefully moved to her knees, her hands already on my boxer briefs and pulling them down. “It’s so much better when you work with me,” she told me, looking me in the eye.

And damn it all to hell, that was a powerhouse move if she ever did one.

“Now, darlin’, that ain’t right, rendering a man helpless by playing with his dick.”

“I’m not just playing.” She finally sprung him free from the confines of the material, her jaw dropping over the row of piercings moving along the top. “Holy shit,” she breathed, not even giving me a moment to take in the beauty of her face before her mouth was devouring my cock.

My eyes crossed and my head fell back on the couch, all from the sheer pleasure of having her wet tongue stroking me.

This was every dream come true, and then some.

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