Page 22 of The Mountain Man's Sweet Treat
When the pain recedes, I open my eyes and let out a breath, sinking into the moment with him.
He’s been holding himself so still. There’s sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to his face. When I give him a nod, his control snaps. He pulls all the way out only to thrust quickly inside again.
He feels so good. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, complete, and safe because I’m right here with him.
“Come one more time,” he murmurs softly when I clench around him. The orgasm barrels down on me, and I rake my nails along his back. It makes him move faster, makes every thrust deeper.
I come in a blinding rush of white-hot light, a flame consuming my body. As I float back down, I feel his release start too. His come is shooting deep into my body. It’s then I realize Whiskey is the man I want to be my forever.
Chapter 11
Sophie
“You sound happy. Are you going to tell me what that’s about?” Mom prompts on the phone.
It’s the same question she’s been asking me every morning for two weeks. Ever since I slept with Whiskey. She can hear it in my voice, but each time, I dismiss it as the fresh mountain air. Except this time, I tell her the truth, “I met someone.”
“Is he good to you?”
I can’t help the smile on my face as I crack the eggs for breakfast. “He’s the sweetest.”
She chuckles. “Do I get to meet him?”
“It’s still new,” I say softly.
There’s a rustling sound then my mom sighs. “I have to go. We’re filming the rain scenes today, but I’ll be there next weekend for your 5K race.”
I know my mom is incredibly busy. Since the show exploded in popularity, everyone wants a piece of her. There are episodes to film, TV and magazine interviews, brand partnerships for the show, and dozens of other things that she manages effortlessly.
Yet she always finds time to be there for me. It was that way even when I was a kid. She used to tell me that being a mom was her most important job, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world. One day, I hope I’m lucky enough to tell that to my kids. Maybe kids that happen to look exactly like Whiskey.
I tell her I love her and end the phone call, humming underneath my breath. The eggs are almost ready when strong arms slide around my middle. I lean back against Whiskey’s bare chest. I love the way he smells of sleep and early morning lust.
“How’s my girl today?” He murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my neck.
“Extra tired. Someone kept me awake all night,” I pretend to be mad about it. But it’s hard to be mad when he woke me up three times to give me orgasms. It’s a good thing he lives secluded in a mountain. Otherwise, his neighbors would know that Whiskey keeps me satisfied and full of come.
“Is there a way I could make it up to my beautiful girlfriend?” He asks, his hand going higher to cup my breast.
I freeze at the word. We haven’t put labels on this, and I didn’t want to ask. This thing between us is new and fragile. “I’m your girlfriend?”
He flicks off the stove, removing the pan from the burner then he turns me to face him. He cups my head in his hands. “You’re my girl. You belong to me now.”
I smile up at him. “Good because that means you’re my man.”
He kisses my forehead. “Damn straight I am. Now let me feed your cute ass before I take you back to my bed and ravage you again.”
I shake my head and duck from his arms. “Don’t you start making promises like that. I won’t leave today, and I plan on going into town.” I plate the food and place it on the table. “You could go with me if you wanted to.”
He sets my black coffee on the table and passes me a fork. “Got some stuff I have to get done here.”
I take a bite of my eggs and nod. “You know what I’ve been through, so I’m the last person to ever pass judgement. But do you ever leave your mountain?”
He hesitates before he says, “I leave it. Sometimes, I go around my mom’s place—edge her lawn, clean her gutters, little chores like that. I just can’t…I haven’t seen my family for a while.”
“Because you were injured?” I question, keeping my tone especially gentle. I want to find a way to help him, but I don’t know how to do that.
“Because I’m not the same boy who went away,” he explains.
