Page 10 of Scarred Mountain Man
“This was nice,” she slurs like she's drunk with pleasure.
My cock is still begging for release but my heart swells at her curvy body in my arms, the feel of her heart thumping against my chest. She feels so good nestled against me. How difficult would it be to spend the rest of my life with her in my lap? Because I don’t want her to move from here, ever. I’m completely obsessed. And in love.
When she raises her head, she gifts me with that smile of hers, a smile that makes me want to be a better man. To not be this man who’s still hurting from his time in the military after all these years. Hope fills every vein in my body, like she’s exorcising everything that’s bad, like she has the power to makeit all go away. Maybe she does. I just know I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
“What are you thinking?” Her cheeks are still tinted red from her orgasm and her voice is faint.
“How beautiful you are.”
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Anyone who looks at you would think you’re beautiful.”
“No one has ever made me feel like this before.” Her words come out slowly, like she’s afraid of what will happen once they’re out in the world. But nothing she can say can make me leave, I already love her. She traces one of the scars on my face, I flinch, not because of pain but because it reminds me how ugly I am with them.
“I’m sorry!”
“No, I’m just not used to people touching them. But you can touch them. I just don’t like them.”
“Why?”
“They remind me of the worst time of my life. And they’re ugly.”
She sits up. “I don’t think they’re ugly. I like them. They make you more mysterious.” She’s tracing another one now, the one that’s right near my lip.
“So you like mysterious men.”
“Maybe…? Or maybe I just like you.”
I close the small distance between our lips just so I can taste her again after this sincere confession. I pull her bottom lip, loving to see her melt against me. I can’t get enough, not when she’s moaning in my ear.
She stops abruptly. “I need to get back to work.”
“Of course. I’ll leave you to it.”
Her chaste kiss afterwards makes me feel even greedier to have her all to myself. Jealous of her paintings who get to spend hours with her, when I only get her lunch break.
“See you later?”
I nod.
“Just going to add some logs to the fireplace and I’ll leave.”
I should be capable of spending a few hours away from her, I’ve done it all my life. So why does it feel so hard now?
Chapter 8 - Miranda
When I start squinting my eyes to see where my paint brush lands, I know I need to leave. I’ve made such good progress, I don’t want to ruin it.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see Oliver too. After what happened at lunch, I can’t help but want to spend more time together. Am I stupid to trust him this much when I only met him yesterday? Logically, I think so, but I can’t help it. None of my radars are alerting me and, for once, I want to trust another human being with my heart. Throughout the years, there’s a handful of people I’ve come to trust, the owner of the gallery I work with and a few artists I’ve met at shows but I’ve spent years coming to trust these people and it still doesn’t come naturally. With Oliver it does.
I knock on the door of Oliver’s place.
“You don’t need to knock, this is your place too.” I’m sure he says it because I’ve left all my clothes here but my mind goes to a future where I actually live inside this cabin.
My stomach grumbles when I smell the aroma that’s filling the cabin. There are candles everywhere, it gives off a very romantic atmosphere.
“It smells good!”
