Page 8 of Picked By the Mountain Man
Becca claws at my shoulders as she searches for purchase. Her tits sway with each thrust, and the base of my spine begins to tingle. I reach down, grabbing her ankles, and set her feet up on the bed next to her ass, opening her wider for me. I reach between us and work her clit for all I’m worth because I need her to come for me now before I embarrass myself.
Her cry comes none too soon, and her walls clamp around my cock. My head falls between her tits as a groan tears from me. I shatter into a million pieces that I’m sure only this woman will be able to put back together.
I fill her so full of my cum it starts to leak out as I continue lying against her wheezing.
“Two explosions back to back. I certainly never expected that.”
I snort before chuckling. “You and me both, baby, and just so you’re prepared, there are more coming, literally. Now let’s get you into the shower.”
She giggles as I help her into the side-by-side before tossing our clothes into the bed.
“Good thing we don’t have any other close neighbors.” She smirks, crossing her arms over her tits, still completely naked.
“I gotta say I’m liking this. Maybe we should start naked farming.”
She belly laughs. “I have a feeling we would never get any work done.”
I wink. “You’re probably right, but I can’t say I’d be sorry about it.”
My chest swells as she continues to laugh. Yeah, that’s definitely a sight I could get used to seeing every day.
Chapter Nine
Becca
The next day we drive into Coyote Creek to get supplies to fix the busted water line. I’m smiling so much it probably looks like I have a coat hanger in my mouth. After we got back to Keaton’s, we didn’t leave the house again until now.
There’s a hitch in my step from our marathon sexcapades event. The man is insatiable, but I’m here for it and absolutely not going to complain, seeing how I had more mind-blowing orgasms than I can count.
I never imagined a panty-meltingly hot mountain of a man would be interested in me, especially with the extra weight I have on me and given the fact I couldn’t keep an accountant satisfied. Keaton has proven beyond a doubt he finds me sexy with how he worshiped every part of me.
He’s holding my hand with our fingers clasped together while he drives, making me as giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush. When he absently sweeps his thumb over my knuckles, a million butterflies tickle my stomach. I’m rapidly falling for thisamazing man, something I would’ve laughed hysterically about just a week ago.
My eye catches on the sign outside of Darcie’s Drip, the infamous local coffee shop. “Yum, caramel apple latte. I could use one of those after someone kept me up half the night.”
Keaton smirks, winking at me. “I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
Grinning back at him, I shake my head. “Not complaining, just thinking I could use some caffeine in the form of a delicious treat.”
He pulls into the parking lot of Manning’s Hardware Store a few blocks down. “Well, if you’re getting treats, better get a couple of the apple bars and pumpkin snickerdoodle bars as well. She only makes those during the fall, so we gotta get ’em while we can. I’ll start getting our order together in here.”
Before I can jump out, he pulls me to him, planting a kiss on me that leaves me with damp panties. I’m sure my cheeks are beet red as I make my way over to the coffee shop.
The bell on the door jingles when I open it. The short line moves quickly, and I place my order with the older red-headed woman behind the counter. After swiping my card, I step off to the side to wait.
“Becca?”
My eyes shoot to the voice behind me, narrowing as I attempt to place the brunette with long wavy hair behind me. She looks somewhat familiar, but I’m not sure from where. “Do I know you?”
She smiles. “Kayla Johnson, we used to play together when you stayed at your grandparents’ during the summer. My grandma had the flower shop and was friends with your grandma.”
My eyes widen. “Oh my gosh, Kayla, yes, I remember. How are you?”
She shrugs. “It’s been rough lately. My grandma passed recently.”
“I’m sorry. My grandfather passed not too long ago as well.”
She snaps her fingers. “That’s right. Are you here to sell the orchard?”
