Page 23 of Naughty With The Mountain Man
She grins, feral and flushed, and says, “You want to see me break again, Beckett?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I want to see if you can take it. I want to see you lose your mind.”
She sits up. “Then get it.” Her voice—fuck, her voice—is pure velvet, half-challenge and half surrender.
I roll out from under her, legs shaking, and leave the bedroom to find the vibe. The toy is still shrink-wrapped and gaudy pink, the kind of thing a man might laugh at if he didn’t secretly want to see it in action. I quickly unwrap it finding it’s sleek, and a bit cold to the touch. But it’s weighty in a way that promises a lot of fun and a little bit of exploration.
As I return, Ruby is watching me, every inch of her on high alert. She’s propped up on her elbows, mouth crooked in a smirk, but her eyes are wide and her nipples drawn tight in the air. I hold it up and smile.
“I didn’t realize Mrs. Claus had her own line of tools. You want to play?”
She nods and pulls her knees up, spreading them wide, fully open and waiting for what comes next. It’s not a pose. It’s an invitation. I stalk over to the bed, flick the button with my thumb.
“Well, would you look at that, it’s got a light on it for seeing in tight places,” I muse. Ruby laughs.
The motor purrs to life and I hit the button once more, finding it increases the intensity. “We’ll start out on the lower speed, beautiful. I want to watch your need build.”
Ruby watches the toy in my hand with a look that’s half terror, half hunger. “You ever used one of these before?” I ask, settling beside her, letting the hum vibrate up my arm.
She gives a nervous laugh. “I, uh, did plenty of market testing, but never with an audience.” She snorts, eyes flashing. “You want to see a professional lose her edge?”
“I want to see you come so hard you forget your own name,” I say.
Ruby shivers, but it’s not cold. She’s breathing hard, hair a mess, chest rising and falling fast. I crawl up beside her, kneeling over her spread legs, and press the toy against her inner thigh. I don’t turn it up yet—just let the low hum vibrate through her skin, watching the way her muscles jump under the skin. She’s hypersensitive already—her whole body tenses, thighs quivering as I drag the tip up slowly, stopping just shy of her slit.
“Tease,” she groans.
“Patience.” I grin, flicking her lightly with the toy, letting the motor’s buzz ripple through her. I circle her clit without ever touching it, watching her squirm and gasp, the anticipation building until she’s panting, head thrown back, fingers clenched in the sheets. My cock is hard again, already aching, but I’m not letting myself anywhere near her until I see her lose it for me.
I edge the tip closer, letting the vibrations brush her clit this time. Ruby’s hips jerk. She’s so responsive, it’s fucking addictive. I press the toy flat against her clit and she lets out a strangled moan, loud enough to make Ranger bark from the hall. She laughs … just once, wild and giddy. I work the toy in slow, lazy circles. I can feel the heat of her, the slickness gleaming on her skin with the light. I want to see her shatter. I want it to get messy.
She’s shaking, thighs quivering, gasps getting sharper. I keep the toy moving, steady and relentless, watching her struggle to hold herself together. “You going to come for me, Ruby?” I tease, voice low and dangerous. “Or are you going to make me work for it?”
Her only answer is a strangled, desperate sound—I can’t even call it a word, more like a sob of pure pleasure. I dial the toy up a notch. The motor purrs louder, and her whole body jolts. She’s right at the edge, clinging to the last shreds of composure. I bring my mouth down to her other thigh — kissing, biting, marking her — while I keep the pressure on her clit, never letting up.
She’s babbling now, begging, not even making sense. “Please, Beckett, please, I can’t, I …” She breaks off, lifting her bottom off the bed. I hear her scream my name, the sound raw and unfiltered. She’s gone, lost, spiraling through it. I watch her eyes roll back, her hands fisting the sheets so tight her knuckles go white.
I don’t stop. I keep the toy pressed firm, working her through the aftershocks, loving the way her body bucks and trembles. Her cries turn to whimpers, then to laughter, then back to moans. I finally let up when she’s a boneless heap of girl, all shivers and sticky, muscled out by the toy and breathless from coming so hard she looks shell-shocked.
I toss the toy to the mattress and crawl up beside her, one arm under her neck, the other splayed over her stomach as she stills, every muscle lax, a satisfied sob hiccuping out of her chest. I’ve never seen anyone look so thoroughly fucked. I want to frame the image and stick it on the wall.
“Holy fuck,” Ruby moans, and she’s still shaking, eyes glassy and unfocused. “You’re evil, Beckett. That was … that was not fair.” She tries to sit up and immediately collapses, giggling and moaning at the same time. “I think you broke me. Is this what you do to helpless women stranded in your cabin? Is this a pattern?”
I laugh, kissing her temple. “You’re the first. The others never made it this far.”
She slaps my chest but can’t muster the effort. “God, I hope so. Otherwise I’m contacting the authorities.” Her voice is wobbling, but so is her smile.
I stroke her hair, letting her settle into the afterglow. It’s a sight I want again, and again, and again. I want to see her come apart for me every damn night.
“I’m going to be sore,” Ruby says, almost proud. “I’m not even kidding. I’ll have to sit on a pillow. You did this to me, Beckett Tinderwolf.”
I grin and tug her in tighter, all of her sticky and warm and perfect on my chest. I consider the time, the snow still falling, the way the mountain’s gone silent and the rest of the world seems to have been wiped out of existence. I could keep her here for weeks, and from the look of her, she’d let me.
Her breathing finally slows. She turns her face into my neck, nuzzles me. I feel the smile on her lips before I hear it in her voice. “Next time,” she mumbles, “I want to tie you up. You have rope, right? All survivalists have rope.”
“Several kinds.” I can’t help my own laugh. “But you’d have to work for it.”
Chapter 13
