Page 9 of Scarred Mountain Man
His face is sagging, he looks distraught, like he’s reliving it again. I put my hand over his, he looks up but doesn’t move it away. I squeeze lightly.
“He must have loved you very much.”
He doesn’t reply, like he’s pondering my words. It’s like he never considered his friend might have smiled because he loved him, because he wanted him to have a good last memory. Instead, here is Oliver, beating himself over what happened.
I don’t know why but just touching him with my hand is not enough, I lean forward, hoping he doesn’t pull away. I stare at his eyes, deep brown with a hint of green in them, something I’m just noticing now. We’re close enough that my heart rate increases. He’s staring at me, he’s frozen, not moving at all, likehe’s afraid of what will happen if he does. I thought he didn’t like me. I thought I was just a nuisance to him, someone that’d ruined his quiet time. But he’s not moving. His eyes carefully study me, there’s something I haven’t seen in them before. Something that makes my stomach flip on itself. Am I just imagining things?
Might as well find out. Life taught me to seize the moment. That’s why I’ve been living off my art. That’s why I’ve survived up until this point. I just need a kiss to understand this attraction.
I lean even closer tentatively and when his eyes drop to my mouth, I know I’m not imagining things. He does want me to kiss him. So I do.
Our lips brush before I collide into him. His hesitation doesn’t last long. In fact, it’s barely noticeable because he starts to devour me, which makes me moan. His beard is rough on my face but I don’t care because I’m still trying to understand this attraction. I still don’t understand it but I want it. I want this so much. I want this man like I’ve never wanted anyone before. My lips are telling me this is it. This is the man I should be with. After spending so many years staying clear of men, now my whole body is taking over, telling me I need him now or I might die. There’s a hint of fear in there, mixed in with the adrenaline. I push it away and we keep kissing. When he finally deepens the kiss, I welcome him like I’ve been waiting for him all my life.
He stops the kiss on my next moan.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why?”
“You’re too young. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. I don’t even know how to talk with people.”
“You’ve talked with me just fine.”
“You need someone better. And if we continue this… I don’t know if I can stay away.”
“Good. I don’t want you to stay away. I want you, Oliver. And I’m twenty-five, I’m perfectly capable of deciding who I want to be with.”
He opens his mouth to say something.
“Shh.”
And I kiss him again.
When he stops again, he’s not hiding anything. I see pure lust oozing off him and a terrifying smirk that makes me lick my lips.
Chapter 7 - Oliver
I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Scratch that. I’ve already lost my mind. She wants me and whatever restraint I had unleashed itself as soon as she kissed me again. I don’t care if I deserve her anymore. I know I don’t. But she’s right here and I’m not going to lose her. She’s going to know she’s safe from now on. That she can depend on me. That she doesn’t have to live her life afraid of people, because I’ll protect her no matter what. I’m going to do everything I can to deserve her. Until then, she’s staying here. She’ll be mine. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll give her everything. I’ve been hers from the moment I saw her. It feels raw and possessive the way my body responds to hers.
“Honey, you don’t know what you just did. You don’t know how difficult it’ll be to get rid of me. Ever since I saw you last night, you’re all I think about. I’m never going to be done with you. I’m not going to let you leave. You’ve allowed me to think I can have you. And that’s a dangerous mistake you made. Now, you’ve got to deal with the consequences.”
Her smile widens, a hint of mischievousness looming in her eyes.
I kiss her again, this time I grab her and pull her to my lap, needing her close. She’s right on top of me, my cock straining against my jeans, I’m so fucking hard it feels I’m going to burst at any second. She’s wearing a thin dress that’s workingas an apron, it’s covered in paint and all I want is to take it off. But it’s too soon. I want to savor her, like a piece of chocolate that lingers on my tongue until it melts completely. She starts to shift, at first I think she’s just adjusting herself but no. She’s rubbing herself against me.
“Fuck, Miranda. You’re killing me.”
“I like this. I really like this.”
“Honey, use me. Use me to get off, I beg you. Rub against me, make yourself come. I want to watch you come.”
I plant a small kiss on her clavicle, trailing my mouth down slightly as she rubs herself on me.
“Oh, oh Oliver!” She moans against my chest as she quickens her pace, I match her pace, loving to feel her like this. She’s perfect. There’s not anywhere I’d rather be right now.
“Come for me, honey.”
She whimpers against me as she tenses up, the next second she drops her chest against mine and sinks into me.
