Page 31 of Comforted By The Mountain Man
"We can watch whatever you want, buddy," I tell him, catching Sierra's eye in the bathroom mirror. She's kneeling beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, hair pulled back in a messy bun, and she's never looked more beautiful.
"Can we make popcorn?" Ryder asks.
"Of course."
"Can we build a fort in the living room?"
"Absolutely."
"Can we have ice cream for lunch?"
"Ryder," Sierra laughs. "Don't push your luck."
But I'm already nodding. "Ice cream for lunch sounds perfect for a movie day."
Sierra shakes her head but she's smiling. "You're going to spoil him."
"That's what dads are for," I say without thinking.
The words hang in the air for a moment and Sierra's breath catches. But then Ryder is cheering and splashing and demanding that I help him wash his hair like Hulk would and the moment passes.
But not really. Because as I kneel beside the bathtub, helping this amazing kid wash shampoo out of his curls while his mother watches with love shining in her eyes, I realize that I'm already Ryder's father figure in every way that matters.
And Sierra knows it too. I can see it in her face, in the way she looks at us together. We're not just playing house or testing things out anymore. We're building something real, something permanent.
We're building a family.
9
SIERRA
“You want my cock, Brown Eyes?” Asher’s deep morning voice grunts into my ear.
My heart races with anticipation, feeling the wet tip of his hard cock nudging the core. The sun is barely up, so thankfully, Ryder’s still asleep upstairs. Asher woke me with his mouth latched onto my clit.
Thirty minutes of foreplay ended with my mouth driving him wild. Asher passionately positioned my front against the headboard, pulling my hips out so I’m bent over before teasing my slit with his shaft.
“I want you dripping in my come as we have breakfast,” Asher growls into my neck.
“Asher,” I moan, needing him to push his cock inside.
I try to move my hips back but his hold on my hip tightens as he darkly chuckles. “Uh uh, baby. I’m leading right now. You had your turn earlier.”
Tipping my head back, I settle on his shoulder, smiling. “You didn’t let me finish.”
Licking up my neck, he bites the edge of my ear. “I want to release in your perfect pussy, baby, not your mouth.”
“But it tasted so good,” I pant, loving the confidence I have grown in teasing Asher in bed.
Groaning like a bear, he enters me in one swift thrust.
“Oh God,” I cry out, instantly clenching around him, adjusting to the size of this man.
Cursing, Asher’s hand glides up my body, grabbing my breast while the other finds my clit.
“Milk my come, baby,” he demands, punching his hip up before taking my body in a fierce rhythm.
I can’t decide which I love more: when Asher takes me slowly, sensually, or when he’s feral, demanding my body to scream in pleasure. The way he’s so in tune with my body. I can barely think when this man is inside me. He’s constantly changing the pace when he feels me settle in, touching my body in places I didn’t even know were erogenous zones that heighten every orgasm.
