Page 14 of Tracked By the Mountain Man
"I'm sure," I breathe, lifting my hips to encourage him.
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch until he's seated fully inside me. We both groan. He's so big, stretching me perfectly, hitting places that make my toes curl.
"Christ, you feel amazing," Tyler pants, his forehead resting against mine. "So tight, so perfect around my cock."
He starts to move, long, slow strokes that have me gasping his name, meeting every thrust, begging for more.
"Harder," I plead, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Tyler's control snaps. He drives into me with powerful thrusts that shake the tent, one hand braced beside my head while the other grips my hip. The sleeping bag rustles beneath us, and I'm grateful for the wilderness isolation that lets us be as loud as we want.
"You like that?" he growls against my ear. "Like feeling my cock stretch you open?"
"Yes," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Love it. Love you."
The words slip out without thought, but they're true. I do love him—this strong, gentle man who's brought me back to life.
Tyler's rhythm falters for just a moment at my confession, then he's driving into me even harder, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that tastes like forever.
"Love you too," he pants against my lips. "So much, Leah. So fucking much."
I can feel my second orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly as Tyler hits that perfect spot with every thrust. When he slides a hand between us to stroke my clit, I shatter around him with a cry that echoes off the tent walls.
Tyler’s breath hitches as he comes. He buries himself deep inside me with a groan, his body shuddering as he fills me with his warmth.
In the aftermath, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, listening to our heartbeats slow. Tyler's arms are solid around me, protective and possessive. We stay like that for several minutes, neither wanting to break the spell. But eventually, practical considerations intrude.
"We should get moving," Tyler says reluctantly. "Summit day waits for no one."
"I know." I stretch languorously, feeling deliciously used and satisfied. "But I'm going to remember this moment every step of the way to the top."
Tyler grins, helping me gather my scattered clothes. "Good. Because I plan to make many more memories like this with you."
As we dress and prepare for the day ahead, I feel confidence flowing through me. Not just from the incredible sex, but from the love we've declared, the connection we've cemented. Whatever we face on Eagle's Rest today, we'll face it together.
"Ready to conquer a mountain, summit girl?" Tyler asks, making coffee on our camp stove.
"Summit girl?" I accept the steaming cup he offers, wrapping my cold fingers around the warm metal.
"That's what you are today." His eyes are serious despite the playful nickname. "Today you become the woman who conquered Eagle's Rest."
For the first time since she died, thinking about Katie fills me with determination rather than grief. Today I'm not hiking in her shadow. I'm hiking alongside her memory.
***
We break camp efficiently, packing everything except what we'll need for the summit push. The final approach to Eagle's Rest is a day hike from Whispering Pines, but it's the most technically challenging part of the entire route. Scrambling over loose rock, navigating narrow ledges, trusting our feet and our nerves as we climb toward the sky.
"Stay close," Tyler instructs as we begin the ascent. "The rock can be unstable, especially early in the morning when there might still be frost."
I nod, falling into step behind him. After three days together on the trails, I've learned to read his movements, to follow his lead without question. He's kept me safe every step of the way, and I trust him completely to get me to the top and back down again.
The trail climbs steeply through stunted alpine trees that gradually give way to open rock faces and narrow ledges carved into the mountainside. My legs burn with the effort, my lungs work hard in the thin air, but I feel strong. Capable. Like I was meant to be here.
"How are you doing?" Tyler calls back during one of our brief rest stops.
"Good," I say, surprised to realize it's true. "Better than good. I feel like myself again."
"Which self is that?"
