Page 41 of My Wild Mountain Man

“I know there are no promises of more but?—“

“Shut it.” He carefully rolled us over and slipped out of me. I watched him as his eyes skated down to where we’d been connected. And that’s when I felt it. His release started to trickle out of me. “You feel that? My come dripping out of your perfect little pussy?”

“Bash—“

“Ask me how many times I’ve taken someone bare like I did you?”

“Baby—“

“Only you, pretty girl. There is the promise of forever, if you want it. Shit.” His forehead dropped and rested against mine while he stroked my folds. “Even if you didn’t, I’d figure out a way to get you to agree.”

“So sure of yourself, mountain man.” My voice hitched as he slid inside, fingering me all over again. I had no idea how he did it, but he made me delirious for more. It was my first time, but I was already addicted.

“Let me show you.” Sitting up, he flipped me around.

“Bash, what are you?—“

“Look at us in the mirror,” he ordered. He put my legs over his, spreading me open. My head fell back on his shoulder, and I watched him as he fingered me.

“Bash!” I writhed against his half-hard cock, but he didn’t budge, using two hands to give my body attention. One, his fingers inside my pussy, while the other started at my breasts, cupping each one, taking turns on pinching my nipples before his hand moved down and started to rub my clit.

“Bash!”

“You’re mine, pretty girl. Not just today,” he clipped. “Always. All mine. Tell me what I need to hear,” he demanded, making me wetter.

“I’m yours.”

“I love you, Raven. I think I fell in love with you when you returned. So fucking pretty and sweet. I knew you were mine. Fought it, but you and I were inevitable.”

“Bash!” Everything he said and everything his talented hands did to me was too much. “Baby!” I squealed, fisting the sheets at my sides.

“Come for me, Raven. Come for your mountain man,” he demanded, and like his good girl, I did. I thrashed against him as euphoria threatened to drown me. Wetness seeped out of me, and his hands slowed down. “Look at my sweet innocent Raven,squirting for her man.” I half laughed because I refused to be mortified over something that had felt so good. Slowly, my body returned down to Earth, and I relaxed against his hold.

“Did you mean that?” I asked once my heartrate didn’t match a hummigbird’s.

“That I love you?” he asked against my ear, my eyes on his in the mirror. I nodded and watched him lean over and kiss my cheek. “With all my heart, pretty girl. I love you in a way I know no matter what I have to do, I’m going to keep you forever.”

“Keep me.” I giggled and sighed. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you forever.”

“I know.” He kissed me again. “I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up,” he rumbled. I felt all warm and mushy on the inside. Safe and protected.

“I hate to kill the mood, but… how is this going to work out?” I asked once we were lazily lying in bed, Bash’s fingers mindlessly stroking my arm.

“I’m going to talk to Onyx and your parents.”

“Wait, you’re going to what?” I sat up, not bothering to bring the sheet up with me.

“I said?—“

“I heard you, but why?”

“They both deserve to know how serious I am about you.”

“But—“

“No buts, Rave. This weekend is just the beginning of something beautiful. I promise.”

“What if…” I hated thinking it, but I was realistic. “What if Onyx doesn’t like the idea?” His hands moved to my face.

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