Page 25 of Naughty With The Mountain Man
I lie there, twitching, a hollowed-out shell of happiness. My thighs shake uncontrollably; I curl up, fetal, and Beckett just laughs, smug and sweet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He crawls up and kisses me, slow and deep, his tongue a promise that he could do this all day. I believe him. If the snownever melts, if the world never comes back, we’ll still be here: hot, cold, tangled, starved for more.
He spoons me from behind, both of us still naked, skin sticky and damp. His hand slides over my hip, palm wide and warm, thumb caressing the spot where my pulse beats frantic under the skin.
“Mr. Timberwolf?” I tease. “I’m thirsty.”
And that’s all it takes. He’s out of the bed in an instant, headed to the kitchen. I take a deep breath and get my bearings. I’ve never had sex like this in my entire life. I don’t even feel like I’m living in the real world right now. If this is what getting stranded means, I hope the snowplows take their sweet time.
Chapter 14
Beckett
The snow outside glows brighter than it should. Sunlight finally found its way through the clouds, turning the drifts sparkling white. Ruby sits cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled into a messy bun, hoodie two sizes too big—mine, of course—and she’s demolishing the sandwich I made her like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
“Mountain cuisine,” I say, nodding at her plate.
She grins through a mouthful. “Gourmet.”
Ranger snorts from the hearth rug like he disagrees with that assessment. I toss him the last corner of my sandwich anyway. The cabin smells like coffee, toasted bread, and something new—contentment, maybe. It’s been a long time since this place has felt alive.
When we finish eating, Ruby curls back on the couch while I open my laptop. The Wi-Fi is weak but limping along now that the storm’s eased. I refresh the connection, half expecting the usual maintenance logs and snow trail reports. Instead, my inbox floods with notifications—social media pings, and comment alerts.
“Uh, Ruby?”
She glances up from her phone, still blissed-out. “Hmm?”
“You’re trending.”
She blinks. “I’m what now?”
I angle the screen toward her. My channel is going wild with hundreds of messages piling in.
Can’t wait for my order!
That red velvet set is sold out. I need it!
Your live video on the snowmobile was adorable—when’s the next drop?
Ruby stares for a second, then fumbles for her phone. “Oh, no-no-no-no,” she mutters. Please tell me I have more than one bar now. “Yes! I’m getting through.”
I watch as she opens her shop app. Instantly, Ruby’s expression shifts from confusion to disbelief … and then to sheer panic.
“Beckett,” she whispers, eyes wide. “There are two hundred and seventy-six orders waiting to be filled.”
“That good or bad?”
“It’s …” She runs a hand through her hair, laughing and gasping all at once. “It’s insane! I’ve never had that many in one day. Not even close. Oh my god, what did I do? What did we do?”
I rub the back of my neck. “Maybe that ‘Mrs. Claus showcase special’ wasn’t such a bad idea.”
She smacks my arm with a pillow but she’s smiling, practically vibrating with adrenaline. Then she’s on the phone, pacing barefoot across the cabin floor. “Kayla? It’s Ruby. No, I’m fine. Better than fine, I think. Check the orders queue. Yes,now.”
While she talks a mile a minute about inventory and shipping labels, I can’t stop watching her. She’s all motion and light, excitement spilling out of every word. For the first time, I see what she looks like in her element. She’s driven, unstoppable, her own kind of storm.
When she finally ends the call, she exhales and drops back onto the couch. “Okay. Kayla’s heading to the shop to prep boxes, but I’ve got to get down the mountain today. My van’s still buried. Half the merchandise is in it.”
“Then we’ll get those Santa items down the mountain.”
She looks at me, startled. “We?”
