Page 18 of Rugged Mountain Man
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course I would do anything for you, my baby.”
She smiles and I notice the tears in her eyes. But she shakes her head vehemently. “No, I need to do this by myself. And besides you will be miserable in the city.” She has a good point.
I exhale, jaw tight. I hate the idea of her being gone, but I won’t hold her back. “Okay,” I say roughly. “Go. Do what you need to. But come back to me, Sadie.”
She smiles, her hand sliding over my chest. “I will.”
But I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without her now.
Right now, I need to make the most of the little time I have with her now. I can’t waste a second.
And immediately I harden again.
Chapter Seven
Sadie
I’m naked on the edge of my cabin’s solid kitchen table, my legs spread wide, on top of Cole’s shoulders. Cole’s head is buried between my thighs. His beard brushes against my slick pussy, rough and teasing, the perfect counterpoint to the softness of his tongue. He’s relentless, lapping and sucking like a man possessed, and I can feel every rasp of his scruff heightening the sensation.
My eyes drift to the oven door, the faint reflection of us visible in the glass. His inked muscles ripple as he shifts, his broad shoulders pinning me in place like I’m his prize. The tattoos running down his arms flex with every movement, dark and raw, making me ache even more. My pussy clenches, dripping for him, and he growls against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “My sweet little cunt.” The dirty words that would usually make my skin crawl, somehow makes me even hornier.
I can’t stop staring at him in the reflection, at the hard lines of his back and the way his thick cock hangs heavy, rock-hard, and dripping pre-cum. It’s almost obscene how big he is, throbbing between his legs as if he’s already imagining being inside me. My mouth waters at the sight of him, and my hips buck against his face.
“Stay still,” he commands, his voice rough and low, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. His tongue flicks over my clit, swirling, teasing, until I’m panting his name. “Ahhh, this tight little cunt of mine.”
He presses his face deeper into my folds, and then to my hole. His beard dragging perfectly against my swollen lips. His tongue jutting in and out of my hole. I can’t hold back, my orgasm slamming into me, and his groan as he feels it only makes it so much harder. My legs collapse from the sheer force of my orgasm.
Cole stands, his mouth glistening, and his cock swells impossibly thicker. His hand grips his shaft as he strokes it, his eyes locking on mine. “Spread wider,” he growls, stepping between my legs. “I’m not done with you yet.” I could sit here all day with my legs open for him.
I lean back against the table, still trembling from the force of my orgasm, my skin flushed and tingling in the cool mountain air. Cole's strong arms wrap around me as he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. His touch feels like home, and it terrifies me how much I don’t want to leave this cabin, this man, this life.
But I have to.
Today’s my last day here, and the thought of returning to the city, to my sterile apartment and soulless job, feels like a slap in the face. How do I go back to that when every inch of me is tethered to this place? To Cole?
He kisses me again, his lips brushing my temple.
He gives me a lingering look, when his phone buzzes on the floor. Where our clothes are strewn. “Stay, I need to get this.” He checks the message, his expression shifting into something serious. He furiously types back.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Clover is in labour,” he says, already moving toward the door. “It’s early, and I need to get to the stable.”
“I’ll come with you,” I blurt out before I even think it through. His brows lift in surprise, but he doesn’t argue. I grab my clothes off the floor and quickly put them back on.
The stable is a flurry of activity when we arrive. Cole’s employee, Tom, meets us at the entrance, his face tight with worry. “Her contractions started early, and she’s struggling.”
Cole nods, his calm demeanour instantly taking charge. “Get the supplies. I’ll check on her.” He glances at me. “You sure you want to be here for this?”
“Yes,” I say firmly, though my heart is racing.
We step inside the stall, and the sight before me is both beautiful and overwhelming. Clover, a gentle bay mare, is lying on her side, her body trembling with effort. Cole kneels beside her, his hands moving over her belly with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
“She’s scared,” he says softly, his voice meant more for the horse than for me. “But she’s strong. She’ll be okay.”
I watch in awe as he soothes her, his big hands steady and sure. He murmurs to her as if she understands every word, and maybe she does because her trembling eases under his touch.
