Page 8 of Marrying the Mountain Man

Reaching down, I teased her opening, feeling her wet, slick folds around the tip of my cock. It reminded me of the feel of her tongue as it swirled around that tip. That memory alone threatened to drive me over the edge. But I held on, sliding over the outside of her as she writhed beneath me.

Finally, she broke the kiss and breathed against my mouth, “Now.”

That was all I needed to hear. I squeezed my eyes shut and nudged slowly inside her. My goal was to keep gently prodding, but Cherry had other plans. She pressed her hands against my buttocks and pushed, shoving me deep inside her. When she cried out—and not in a good way—it may as well have been a dagger going into my heart.

“Are you okay?” I pulled back, looking down at her, ready to stop everything and take care of her.

But she was shaking her head and smiling as she pressed me deep inside her again. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t want to hurt her, but she seemed determined to push past it. She gyrated, moving along my length as I tried with all my might to stay still. I couldn’t hurt her, even if she claimed she wanted it.

It seemed like only seconds before her expression changed. Pain turned to pleasure—the same pleasure I’d seen on her face when I stroked her clit with my tongue just minutes earlier. She was enjoying this…

And soon, there was no controlling myself.

Nothing had ever felt as good as Cherry Estes’s sweet heat surrounding me. When she cried out and her walls began contracting again, I dropped every ounce of restraint. I rode my orgasm all the way. I never wanted it to end. But there would be many more to come.

“Whoa,” she said as I collapsed on top of her, still holding myself up to avoid crushing her. “That was…wow.”

I smiled to myself as I rolled off her but kept my arm around her, pulling her toward me. I didn’t want to separate from her. I wanted to keep her as close as possible for the rest of my life.

“Is it normally like that?” she asked, shifting her head to look up at me.

I was having a hard time forming words. I just shook my head and somehow managed to force out, “No. It’s never been like that before. It’s different when you’re…”

Was it too early to say it? We’d technically just met, even though we’d spent hours talking on the phone.

But who was I kidding? Even before she’d walked into that bar, I’d known this was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with.

“When you’re what?” she asked.

“In love,” I said.

And then I was holding my breath again, terrified that she didn’t feel the same. But there was a long, long silence until finally she lifted up, turning on her side to look down at me.

“You’re in love with me?” she asked.

There was a big smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. She liked hearing those words. That could be enough…for now. I didn’t have to hear the words as long as I knew they were coming, eventually.

“I’m in love with you too,” she said, reaching over to run a finger along my jawline. “I’ve waited my whole life to meet you.”

She snuggled up against me and I smiled as I stared up at the ceiling. This was perfect. Just the two of us in this cabin in the mountains.

She was right. I’d waited my whole life to meet her. And now that I’d found her, I was never letting her go.

6

CHERRY

This was the best day of my life.

I was in Phoenix Carter’s pickup, heading toward the Blackbear Bluff Market for some crullers made by a woman named Edna. After making love for the first time yesterday, he’d made me dinner and we’d headed straight back to bed.

My first time had led to my second, third, and fourth. After breakfast, we’d no doubt go for number five.

“That’s a fancy car,” Phoenix commented as he turned into the parking lot for the market.

The smile on my face vanished like it’d been wiped off. I knew that car, and yes, it was way too fancy to be sitting in front of the Blackbear Bluff Market on a Sunday morning. It was my dad’s town car.

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