Page 14 of Wrapped Up with the Mountain Man
"You feel incredible," I tell her, voice rough with pleasure. "So tight, so hot. Like you were made for my cock."
"Maybe I was," she gasps, legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Maybe we were made for each other."
The words push me closer to the edge, but I'm determined to make her come again first. I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling the sensitive nub.
"Come with me," I demand, feeling my orgasm building. I speak low, hushed, even though I want to growl and let the world know that I’m claiming her. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
The combination of my words and my touch sends her over the edge again, her inner walls clamping down on me. The sensation is too much, and I follow her over, groaning as I spill myself deep inside her.
We collapse together, both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I don’t pull out, wanting to feel her. Even inside of her she feels too far away.
She looks up at me, eyes bright with love and satisfaction. "I love you. I know it's crazy, but I love you, Tannon."
"I love you too," I reply, the words coming easily now. "More than I thought possible."
We hold each other as the afternoon light fades, talking in whispers about dreams and fears and the future we're both afraid to want too much. Outside, the storm begins to weaken, but neither of us mentions it.
7
Tannon
Iwake slowly, wrapped in warmth and the scent of vanilla. For a moment, I let myself drift in that perfect space between sleep and consciousness, where yesterday feels like a beautiful dream.
Then my radio crackles with urgent chatter from the main lodge, and reality crashes in.
The storm has moved through, leaving behind crystal-clear skies. Rescue crews are mobilizing. The real world is rushing back, and I'm not ready.
Dove stirs in my arms, her face soft with sleep. When she sees me, she smiles— satisfied, full of love.
"Tannon, you copy? This is Helen."
I carefully extract myself from Dove's embrace, grabbing the radio before it wakes the kids.
"Copy, Helen. Go ahead," I whisper.
"Thank God. We've been trying to reach you. The storm's passed. The Ashford parents are... eager to be reunited with their children. They need to leave immediately."
Through the bedroom doorway, I can see Dove listening. When our eyes meet, she smiles softly, and my chest tightens.
"What's the rush?" I ask.
"They've got a company jet waiting in Calgary. Flying directly to Tokyo. Some emergency business deal that can't wait. They're taking the children and Dove with them."
My world spins. Tokyo. Today.
"For how long?"
"Indefinitely, from what I understand. The father mentioned something about a two-year contract. I don’t know the details, why?"
“Nothing,” I mumble.
Two years. I set the radio down with numb fingers, the weight of what Helen just told me settling like lead in my stomach.
"Everything okay?" Dove appears in the doorway, wrapped in the sheet, hair tousled from sleep.
I look at this beautiful, kind woman who made me remember what it felt like to be alive, and realize I'm about to lose her before I've even really had her.
"The Ashfords want you back," I say, my voice carefully neutral. "They're flying to Tokyo. Today."
