Page 3 of The Mountain Man's Secret Santa
“I don’t know," Autumn shrugs. “I haven’t seen him in a couple of months. I wasn’t sure if he was still around or not.”
Her and me both. A part of me was glad Granger no longer came by the bakery since he didn’t have a reason once his temporary position was over. But the part of me that relives that night, night after night, wonders why he never reached out to me after he was done as the food inspector. Wasn’t that his big concern that he was afraid I thought he forced me to have sex with him because of his position, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Come on, it’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet.” Autumn pulls me toward where all the single ladies are standing, waiting to be the lucky one who catches the bouquet.
I can feel Granger’s eyes on me as Jessa counts down before launching the flowers through the air. Everything moves in slow motion as the bouquet lands in my hands. For a big man, Granger is by my side before it completely registers that I’m holding the bouquet. “Oh, hell, no.” I slap the bouquet against Granger’s chest and dash for the exit.
It’s early fall, so tonight’s weather is fairly warm, making my escape easier—or so I thought. I’m nearly at one of the outbuildings when a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist, carrying me the rest of the way inside. “We need to talk, Icelyn.” I push at his chest to let me down. Gently, he lowers me to the ground. I step back, giving myself some space from him. “It’sbeen two months since that night.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I wanted to check on you and see if everything was okay.”
I narrow my gaze at him, “You mean you want to know if I’m pregnant or not, right?”
“Well, that, and I wanted to see how you were doing.” His words are sweet, but my hurt feelings remain.
“I’m happy to report that I am not pregnant. My period has been right on time, like always.” The full moon shines through the window, and I swear I see sadness in Granger’s expression, but that can’t be right. He never wanted me or a baby. It was just his misguided sense of honor talking that night when he told me he would take care of me and the baby, if there was one. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
He hesitates, a look of sadness crossing his handsome face, causing me to second-guess the situation. “Yeah, that’s good,” he finally says, dropping his gaze to the floor.
Wanting to comfort him for some unknown reason, I place my hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. You’ll find a nice woman someday and have a bunch of babies.” Even as I say the words, a pit forms in my stomach thinking of Granger having children with some nameless, faceless woman.
“You’re right.” He lifts his head, his face inches from mine. I’m not sure how it happens, but suddenly I find myself crashing my lips onto his and climbing his body like a tree, which isn’t easy. It isn’t until I hear the tearing of fabric that I realize Granger hasripped the skirt of my dress, exposing one of my legs to make it easier to wrap my legs around his waist.
He holds me up with one hand as he unbuckles his pants with the other, freeing himself. Without ceremony, he tugs at my panties, ripping them off. He rolls his hips against me, causing me to moan and beg for his cock. “Please, Granger. I need to feel you inside me. It’s been so long.”
“Not before you come.” He walks us to the wall, where he uses it to help balance us. He slides his hand between our bodies, his fingers searching for my wet heat. Sinking two digits deep into my pussy I cry out, welcoming him back inside my body.
“Yes, Granger.” I moan, digging my heels into his back as I grind myself onto his hand. My orgasm begins slowly, almost like the flutter of butterfly wings, but when his thumb brushes over my clit, I explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of my body until the last ripple fades. I smile against his lips, knowing it's almost time for the main event, but he surprises me by breaking our kiss and saying, “I still don’t have a condom. I never intended for this to happen.” My heart skips a beat, hoping that the secret meaning behind his words is that he doesn’t have a condom because I’m the only one he wants to be with. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.” His tortured plea is my undoing.
“No, I’m not, but it’s not the right time of the month for me to get pregnant.” I’m so desperate to feel him inside of me one more time, I’d risk almost anything, even a pregnancy.
“Are you sure? I don’t have to penetrate you with my cock to make you feel good. I could eat you out all night long and still die a happy man.” He searches my eyes. He’s so thoughtful, offering to give me pleasure while denying his own.
His thoughtfulness makes my decision simpler. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Thank fuck.” He pushes his cock inside of me in one hard thrust, filling me more than he ever has. There’s no pain, only an intense pleasure I want to hold onto for as long as I can. “Sorry.” He kisses my hair, then my eyelids, before finally kissing my lips. “Next time we do this, it will be in a bed where I can spend all night worshiping your body.” So lost in the pleasure he’s giving me, I don’t take the time to analyze what he’s saying.
He grips my hips, thrusting his hips faster, his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “Right there, Granger. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” I throw my head back, not caring when it thuds against the wall’s wood.
“Are you okay?” he asks between kisses.
“I’m fine. Keep going," I’m so close, I don’t want to risk ruining the moment by worrying if I gave myself a concussion.
He grunts into my mouth each time he thrusts forward, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Icelyn.” He bottoms out inside of me, stroke after stroke. I tighten my legs around his waist and dig my fingers into his shoulders, trying to hold one for the storm that's about to be unleashed inside of me. “Now.” He grunts, lifting a hand to myhead, wrapping my hair in his hand, and tugging hard enough to turn me on even more but not enough to hurt.
At his command, my body tightens and I cry out my release, my inner muscles, milking his cock as he comes inside of me. He holds me close as we ride out our shared orgasm, one hand still in my hair and the other wrapped around my waist.
He drops his forehead to mine. “I am so sorry, Icelyn. I never meant for this to happen again. Honestly, all I wanted to do was talk to you. Not fuck you against the wall like an animal.”
The anger and hurt from the last two months rush to the surface. “Put me down.” I punch his shoulder—I can’t believe I let this happen again. I won’t make that mistake a third time. When he doesn’t move fast enough, I punch his shoulder again. “I said put me down.” He finally listens and puts me on my feet on the floor of the outbuilding. Yet another building I let him fuck me in—no bed, no words of love—only raw animal lust.
“Icelyn, are you okay?” Damn, why does he sound so worried about me?
Mustering every ounce of self-respect I have, I lift my head and straighten my shoulders. “Same rules as last time.” I lift my chin another notch. “I’ll contact you only if I miss my period.” I turn and walk out of the building, leaving him speechless. My heart feels like it’s being ripped from my chest, but I stubbornly refuse to be some grumpy mountain man’s booty call.
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