Page 8 of Wanted By the Mountain Man
“I never did.” She smiled. “Of course, if I knew how good it felt, I definitely would have been doing it every day.”
She had to move her leg back over my thigh, which couldn’t have been comfortable for her. But I held her up as best I could with one hand, keeping the other between her back and the rough tree bark.
That left no hands available to maneuver my tip toward her entrance. But I made it work, keeping my gaze locked on hers. I had to remind myself not to go too far, too fast.
Her eyes gradually drifted closed, and I missed being locked in a stare with her. But her features weren’t tight. They were still relaxed. That had to be a sign I wasn’t hurting her too much.
“Go deeper,” she said.
That would’ve been sexy as hell if she hadn’t said it through clenched teeth—a clear sign there was at least a little pain. She wanted to get it over with. But I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her, even if she was ordering me to do exactly that.
She sucked in a breath of air when I even dared to go a fraction of an inch deeper. I started to pull out. She used her leg to hold me deep inside.
“Like that,” she said. “Just like that.”
I stared at her. Was she enjoying this? But that was when I took my eyes off her face and realized that I’d been so homed in on watching for pain, I hadn’t noticed she’d snuck her hand between us.
She was touching herself. Damn.She was touching herself.
I had to close my eyes at that point. And once again, I found myself thinking about anything but the sound of her quick, shallow breaths.
I didn’t realize I was going even deeper until she cried out. My eyes flew open as I made sure it was pleasure, not pain. It was definitely pleasure. And besides, she was the one bouncing on me, moving up and down on my stiff cock like it was bringing her toward orgasm rather than her own touch.
Even after I closed my eyes, the sight of those tits bouncing with each of her movements stayed in my head, making it tougher than ever to hold out. It was a sight I’d never be able to erase from my mind.
When she gasped again, I somehow knew this was it. A second orgasm. It was only our first time, and already, I could tell.
I opened my eyes and watched her, taking in all of it and reminding myself of the fact that we were out here in the open where anyone could stumble upon us.
That did it. But I remembered her command. As I neared the end, I pulled out and set her down. She leaned against the tree, watching me as I stroked myself, not taking my eyes off her until finally my eyelids couldn’t stay open.
I bit my tongue to keep from crying out as hot liquid spewed from my tip directly onto the ground. It was a full load—plenty for her to see, and I was glad I didn’t spray cum all over her body, especially since she’d have to get dressed and go down to our friends.
When I finally opened my eyes, she was watching, hands gripping the tree, that gorgeous naked body just about doing me in. She smiled—a lazy smile with heavy lids.
“That was hot,” she said.
I opened my mouth to respond, but that was the very second I heard a snap. That had to be a limb, which meant someone—or something—was out there. Whatever it was, we had to get out of here.
5
PEPPER
My heart was racing as I followed Rourke through the woods, both of us keeping our eyes out for whatever made that noise. We’d been so busy looking around, we didn’t see him straight ahead, standing at the edge of the woods, staring in our direction.
“Everyone is looking for you,” he said. “I thought I’d warn you.”
Rourke came to a stop several feet from the guy, leaving me wondering where I was supposed to be. I moved to stand next to him, wondering if I needed his protection from whatever was going on here. There was a tension in the air that I didn’t quite understand.
“I sent them that way,” the guy said. “I saw you head in this direction and figured you wanted some alone time, so I’ve been standing here while everyone else went every which way.”
“I guess everyone’s ready to go,” I said, looking at Rourke.
He didn’t respond—just stared down this guy. It was a full-on stare-off. They might start throwing punches any second now.
“I figured we should bury the hatchet,” the guy said.
“The hatchet’s been buried for a long time with me, Rafe,” Rourke said. “I never even had beef with you. I’m not sure what I did to you.”
