Page 44 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
What feels like an eternity later, we collapse against the bed. My body half off her, straining for air. My dick’s still half hard, resting where it belongs. Her hands caress down my back, over my ass, and back up again.
“Holy. Shit.” Then, my Camille bursts into laughter. “Holy. Shit!” she repeats. “No way it’s like that for everyone,” she pants, still catching her breath.
I laugh along with her, wrap my arm around her chest, and pull her under me. Takes all my strength to rest on my forearm above her.
“That does not,” I emphasize, “happen with everyone. That?” I kiss her. Her tongue seeks mine. I knew she’d be insatiable. “That was fucking cosmic euphoria. I’ve never experienced pleasure like that before.”
Satisfaction fills her expression.
“Only you,” I whisper, kissing her again. Seriously. I want to experience every corner of her body all at once.
My hand wraps around her breast, softly playing with her nipple. My dick’s not fully soft. At her walls swelling with arousal again, my cock twitches inside her.
“I’m in love with you, West Hunter.”
My heart speeds up, suddenly feeling too large for my sternum. I whisper at her lips, “I’ve been falling in love with you every day since you arrived, Nyx.”
Her eyes fill with emotion. “No one ever compared, Hero. Your stupid, wonderfulness ruined dating for me as an adult.”
I laugh, my chest shaking hers. “Good,” I smile. I rub my thumb along her bottom lip. Her tongue sneaks out and licks before she takes it in her mouth and sucks.
Growling, I’m hard again, filling her as her channel pulses.
“We’re going to need rehabilitation tomorrow, woman. You up to learning what our bodies can do all night?”
As her answer, Camille tips her hips up and flips us over, straddling me. We both suck in a breath at the new angle. Shit. I didn’t think I could get deeper. Her nails dig into my chest as she circles her hips.
My hands squeeze her hips, fingers gripping her ass. “Nyx, I need you to ride me. Now.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CAMILLE
The bar is looking kickass.
The new stone bar adjacent to the fireplace looks beautiful. Beckett and Asher are true craftsmen. I’ve loved working with them and Grace on this renovation. The same old charm and warmth remain, only we added soft Gothic elements, antique trimming, and elaborate vintage detailing that reminds me of West’s home.
Modern black frames, dark, vintage elements, mixed with stained wood. Golden lighting changes the mood, balancing the black.
I smile when I bend to pick up a vase and feel that delicious ache in my core. Four days of using muscles I didn’t even know existed on my body and I’ve never felt so happily exhausted while simultaneously alive and wanting more.
West and I can’t keep our hands to ourselves. The moment we’re alone, we’re ripping each other’s clothes and fighting over whose mouth gets to drive the other wild first.
Shit. I love having him in my mouth. The power I wield on my knees, or straddled over him, is addictive. I love his taste, hissmell, how he feels inside me. I’m so damn lucky that he got to be my first. I’ve heard other first stories. Not all bad, but most mediocre. Mine was mind-blowing, I think I saw a blackhole when I orgasmed.
My man demands I tell him, I love him in order to let me come. His pale green eyes fight emotion every time, almost as though he can’t believe he’s loved. My beautiful, healing Hero. I vow to love him well for as long as he’ll let me.
He’s it for me.
Then the guilt sneaks in, as it has sporadically this last week. Styx’s been away, busy, juggling God-knows how many messes, including mine, so we haven’t seen him since my parents’ house. West gets updates, but they’re short texts.
We have to tell him. I just want him to have a clear head during this Black Feral shit. Once we’re all free to get back to our lives, we’ll tell him.
Sighing, I place the filled vases at the back tables reserved for bigger groups. The back door creaks open before it shuts loudly.
I thought West and the guys wouldn’t be back for another hour? He’s with Asher and Beckett picking up some materials to finish the exterior. I insisted I was fine and wouldn’t leave the bar. Plus, Styx still has his men in the area, watching.
“You guys back so soon?” I call out, fluffing the faux flower arrangements that cost a pretty penny since they look and almost feel real. I insisted it was worth it over needing to budget for fresh flowers weekly.
