Page 14 of Kissing My Mountain Man

My hand is shaking so hard I can barely write. The sheriff turned up this morning with a few of his men. They claimed hunters in the area had seen a man on my land, but they couldn’t be sure it was John. We’ve been careless, thinking that we are in our own little world on this mountain, but the outside world feels like it is closing in.

August 13, 1883

John is gone. When I woke up this morning, I found the loft in the barn empty. I knew this day would come, but I could not have prepared myself for the shattering of my heart into a million pieces. There are no more tears left in me to cry. I have only the handkerchief he left behind and the promise he made to come back for me. I know I will never love again.

I stop reading and close the journal.

“Is that all there is?” Denny asks quietly.

“No.” I shake my head. “But I don’t think I can read anymore.”

“Landry.” Denny cups my face with his hand and turns my head to look at him. “Please don’t cry.”

He brushes his thumb across the apple of my cheek to brush it away. I didn’t even realize I’m crying. I’m heartbroken for Clara. She was so close to finding love, but he left her behind.

“He left her.”

Denny shakes his head. “I know it seems that way, but I want to think that he was trying to protect her. He promised he’d come back for her.”

“But he didn’t.”

“We don’t know that.” His finger taps the journal in my lap. “You remind me of her. And if I know John the way I think I do, there’s no way he could leave a woman like her forever.” His gaze dips quickly down to my lips and back up again. “I know I couldn’t.”

Before I can say anything, he leans close but stops just short of his lips touching mine. He’s asking for permission, so I lean forward and give it, pressing my lips to his. It’s a kiss that scorches through my body.

Denny’s arms encircle me. His one hand cradles my neck, and his other slips around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck as his tongue licks my lips, beckoning me to open for him. Our kiss deepens as we explore one another.

I’ve been dying for him to touch me like this all day—to taste his lips, to feel his hands on my body, to hear the sounds he makes as I swing my leg over his lap and straddle myself against the hard press of his cock.

There’s no holding back the moan that slips out of me as Denny’s strong hands move to my ass and squeeze me closer. Apparently, I wasn’t close enough to him either. We both groan as my hips move up and down, slowly riding him his tongue brushes against mine. His rough hands roam under my shirt and stroke my bare skin.

“God, you’re so soft,” he breathes against my lips.

I grind my body down harder against him as his fingers make easy work of unclasping my bra. My breasts fall out of the bra, and instantly Denny’s hands are cupping them under my shirt. His thumbs graze back and forth over my sensitive nipples.

He lifts the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms to allow him to pull it free. The straps of my bra fall from my shoulders, and I toss it to the side. The night air felt cold a moment ago, but the heat coursing through my body is enough to keep me warm. Denny’s mouth finds one pebbled nipple and then the other, using his tongue and teeth, nipping softly to make me cry out. My head falls back in ecstasy.

A warmth builds between my thighs, and I can already feel myself getting closer to release. But Denny has different plans for me. In one quick move, he flips me over and lays me down on the blanket. His firm body pressed over mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

I look up at him. His eyes are as dark as the night sky above us. The flames of the fire cause shadows to dance on his face. I reach between us and start unbuttoning his flannel, wanting to feel his hot skin pressed against mine. My fingers glide over the muscled contours of this chest down to his six-pack abs.

Fuck me. He’s built.

My hands tug at the buttons of his pants and slip beneath the fabric. His eyes grow hungry as I wrap my hand around his stiff length, rubbing up and down. Denny’s hand locks around my wrist and halts the movement. For a second, I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but then Denny’s lips crush against mine in a bruising kiss.

We both work to remove the rest of the clothes between us. Denny situates himself between my thighs. The tip of his cock strokes up and down my wet folds before he pushes inside me.

“Denny.” I shut my eyes.

Inch by inch, my body stretches around this thick length. Slowly he starts to move out and back in, the rhythm increasing with each thrust of his hips. I run my hands down the hard planes of his back to his ass.

“Harder,” I breathe.

He wastes no time, and he plunges himself deep inside me. His balls smack my ass, and a scream rips out of me, and he drives again and again, never letting up. I needed this so badly, needed him. My core tightens around him, and he grunts in animalistic pleasure. He keeps thrusting, never slowing down.

Only the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slapping of our skin can be heard in the silence of the night. A cool breeze blows around us, and my nipples pucker hard. The friction of our bodies moving as one pushes us closer to release. His cock hits that golden spot once, twice, and I can’t hold back any longer. My inner muscles flex as I come undone beneath him.

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