Page 21 of Auctioned to the Mountain Man

“I’m close—” The words tear from my throat, raw and desperate, as pleasure coils tight in my belly. His cock drags against every sensitive spot inside me, relentless, merciless, and my walls clench around him tight, but it doesn’t slow him down.

His thrusts only grow rougher, deeper, enough to make me dizzy.

A sob breaks free as the orgasm crashes over me, white-hot and all-consuming. My body arches, fingers clawing at the sheets, but he pins me down, his grip bruising, his voice a growl against my ear. “Fuck, Lily.Fuck.”

Every pulse of my climax drags another ragged moan from my lips, my thighs trembling as he drives into me, chasing his pleasure. His rhythm turns erratic, his breath harsh against my skin, and then—

A low, guttural sound rips from his chest as he buries himself deep. I feel him spill, hot and thick, and my body instinctively clenches around him, milking every last drop. He groans, fingers digging into my hips as he lifts them, angling me just so, making sure it takes.

“Good girl,” he rasps, and the praise sends another shudder through my body. His release fills me, and I fight to catch my breath as I adjust to the overwhelming fullness—the filthy, perfect rightness of it.

When he finally stills, his weight heavy and satisfying on top of me, all I can do is gasp, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Then, slowly, he pulls back, bracing himself on his forearms as he looks down at me. His eyes are heavy, filled with something deeper than desire. Something that makes my chest ache. The way he watches me, like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing, makes it impossible not to smile, even as my lips tremble.

He groans softly as he pulls out, and I bite back a whimper at the loss. But before I can protest, he’s shifting, pressing my knees together with a firm but gentle hand.

I laugh breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

“You read me like a book when you first entered my home.” His lips quirk as he reaches for a pillow, sliding it beneath my hips with deliberate care. His fingers trail along my thigh, sending shivers in their wake. “I do want a family.”

My breath catches as I put the pieces together pretty quickly.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to my knee—so tender it makes my heart throb. “Not two or three, though. I’m thinking four or five.”

A laugh bubbles up, half-disbelieving, half-thrilled. “Ambitious one, aren’t you?”

His gaze locks onto mine, unwavering. “I do need a wife, too, to paint the perfect future.”

This guy. Does he hear himself? So impatient, skipping all the normal steps in a relationship.

I’m no better, grinning like a fool and nodding like I’m as crazy as he is.

His thumb brushes my cheek, and I turn my face into his touch, pressing a kiss to his palm. “You bought me for a weekend, but I think you got a lifetime instead.”

His smile is slow, devastating. “Best deal I ever made.”

And just like that, I know—I’d let him bargain for my soul, if this is what he offers in return.

10

Silas

Epilogue

The park is loud with laughter—our laughter, tangled up in the shrieks of three little hellions tearing through the grass.

Liam, the oldest, is already scaling the jungle gym like he’s got something to prove. Ellie’s right behind him, pigtails flying, her stubborn little mouth set in that same determined pout Lily wears when she’s pissed. And then there’s Ben, the toddler of the bunch for now, wobbling after them with all the grace of a drunk duckling.

I should be watching them closer. I know I should. But my eyes keep dragging back to the woman beside me, her swollen feet propped up on the stroller, her hands resting on the curve of her stomach—our fourth soon to come.

Lily groans, tilting her head back against the bench. “I swear, Silas, this is the last one. My ankles look like overstuffed sausages.”

I grin, reaching over to squeeze her knee. “You say that every time.”

“This time I mean it.” She glares, but there’s no heat. Just that soft, exhausted glow that makes my chest ache. The sun catches the gold in her hair, the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmur. Every time she gets this glow, I struggle to keep my hands to myself. It’s no wonder that she’s exhausted all the time.

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