Page 10 of Mountain Man's Bonfire Beauty
His thrusts started slow, but soon grew harder, faster, his hips slamming against mine with each desperate stroke. He didn’t go too deep, but it was enough to threaten to drive him to the edge, I could tell. Finally, he moved his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit as he flicked it, his gaze holding mine. The combination of sensations had me forgetting about the pain as pleasure took over.
The tailgate creaked beneath us, the sound lost beneath our mingled moans. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was almost brutal in its intensity.
Finally, he broke the kiss and growled, “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his darkened gaze as he drove into me, each movement sending sparks through my veins. The pleasure built again, coiling tight in my core, and I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Come with me,” I begged.
His rhythm faltered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck—Parker?—”
Then he was spilling inside me, his groan muffled against my neck as my own climax crashed over me, white-hot and overwhelming. For a long moment, we stayed like that—his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to brush his lips over mine, soft and lingering. “Okay?”
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. “Better than okay.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple before helping me down from the tailgate. The night air was cooler now, but I didn’t care—not when his arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the urge to run.
5
AYDEN
Walking through the harvest market with Parker the next morning felt different than it had two days ago. Then, I’d been a guy with a crush, stealing glances at a woman I barely knew.
But after last night, everything had changed. She was mine, and I was hers, and I couldn’t stop the ridiculous grin that kept threatening to take over my face.
“Ayden,” Ashe called out from his booth as we passed. “How’d the cleanup go last night?”
“Fine,” I said, my hand finding the small of Parker’s back. “Everything’s handled.”
“I’m sure it is,” he said with a knowing grin that made Parker’s cheeks flush pink.
We reached her booth, and I watched as she transformed into the confident businesswoman I’d first noticed. She moved efficiently, arranging her supplies and testing her equipment—the new electric burner she’d picked up to replace the camping stove.
“Safe and authentic,” she said, catching me watching. “Best of both worlds.”
“Smart compromise.” I leaned against her table, not ready to leave her yet. “What time do you close up today?”
“Around five. Why?”
“Dinner. My place. I’ll cook for you this time.”
Her smile was radiant. “I’d like that.”
I was about to steal a quick kiss when a commotion erupted from the booth next to hers. A display of carved wooden bowls had toppled over, scattering across the walkway, and people were scrambling to avoid stepping on them.
“Dammit,” the vendor—an older guy I’d seen around but never spoken to—shouted as he surveyed the damage. “Who the hell moved my table?”
Without thinking, I stepped forward. “Hey, let me help?—”
“I don’t need help,” he snapped. “I need people to stop messing with my setup.”
His voice was getting louder, drawing attention from other vendors and early customers. I could see the situation escalating and moved closer, my instincts kicking in.
“Sir, I think maybe?—”
