Page 51 of Restored By the Mountain Man
"So," Laurel says, settling back on the couch with the ice cream. "Are you two going to keep making out, or can we finish this movie? Because I really need to know if Christmas Tree Farm Lady chooses the grumpy neighbor or the city developer."
Ezra and I look at each other and burst out laughing. And in that moment, surrounded by ice cream and romantic comedies and my best friend's protective love, I know everything is going to be okay.
We're going to be okay.
EPILOGUE
EZRA
THREE MONTHS LATER
Iwrap my body around her warm curves, her bare, smooth skin my favorite thing to map with my hands. Her fully furnished basement room in her old childhood home holds the chill from December temperatures, but the space heater, along with our naked bodies, provide all the warmth needed.
Zoe’s body slowly wakes, arching into my touch, moaning softly as we fall into the familiar dance every morning. I don’t care what time we wake up–late or not–I do not compromise on thoroughly loving the best woman I’ve ever known. The love of my life.
“Ezra,” her raspy morning voice whispers.
“Morning, Sweet Cheeks,” I say, nipping at her neck, molding her full breast in my hand. “Any dreams you remember?”
Purring like a cat, she turns onto her back, pulling me over her and I go willingly.
“Hard to tell what was a dream and what was just a memory of you covering my mouth, taking me from behind against the wall.”
Well, shit.I was already hard. That just caused my balls to spring tight, heating for release. I settle between her thighs, reaching down and playing with her clit, excited to find her already wet.
“My good girl’s already wet and ready for my cock,” I rasp against her lips before deeply kissing my goddess good morning.
She raises her leg over my hip, curling it against my waist. I move to kiss down her body, but she stops me. I lift my head, waiting.
She shakes her head. “I want you inside me, handsome. Now.”
“I wanted to have my breakfast first. “I nip at her ear, groaning as my cock slides between her moist lips.
“Whatever I dreamt got me ready. Please,” she arches, trying to hook my shaft to her entrance.
“Baby,” I grunt, not able to deny her. I slide right in—one, smooth thrust.
We both moan. Zoe’s arms tighten around my body. Pulling my hair, she bites my earlobe. “Take me, mountain man.”
“Fuck.” My hips are at her command. I dig my knees into the mattress and snap my hips, pushing through her heated, tight, silky walls that own me.
I slide my hand under her, taking that ass I love in hand, using my hold as leverage.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I lean into her body and take her throat in my hand. Her eyes widen, dizzy with pleasure. I hold her just right, placing my lips against hers.
“Can’t be loud, Sweet Cheeks. Be a good girl for me.”
Zoe licks my mouth, whimpering.
Her breasts bounce, rubbing against my chest. We moved the bed away from the wall so no one could hear it bang against it. I take her mouth, my tongue devouring every corner of her mouth, tasting her.
Fuck, she feels good.
“Ezra,” she gasps, and I feel it. Her inner walls clamp down, milking my cock.
“Come for me, baby. I want to fill you so good,” I growl.
