Mount Me: A Mountain Man Romance Page 4

  “Strip.”

  She scrambled to obey and pushing down her panties. Soon, she stood before him without a single stitch on her body, and she should’ve felt self-conscious except the look in his eyes made her feel sexy. Beautiful.

  His strong hands gripped her thighs as he lifted her onto the counter then he stepped in between her legs, forcing them to open wider. Unable to wait a second longer, she fisted his cock and played with his leaking head. He groaned while he fingered her clit and nibbled on her neck.

  “Trev. I. Need. It.”

  He growled, not obliging but sliding a digit past her heated slit.

  “Ah.”

  Her head fell back and her hips bucked against him, needy and still wanting more. A strong hand gripped her waist, and she had never really appreciated her curves until now. With the same hand, he cupped her full breasts and kneaded before sucking her nipples into his mouth. She loved the way he trembled like he was on the verge of losing it.

  “Trev.”

  He read her mind, sliding another finger into her wet mound. Her toes curled as she tightened, rising higher, reaching the edge and yet not quite falling.

  "Trevor..."

  She didn’t get a chance to say more before she erupted on his fingers.

  “That’s it,” he said, picking her up and pressing her hard against the wall.

  He continued to pump his fingers, drawing out her release.

  “Yes. Yes! Yes!” She was barely seeing straight but conscious enough to feel him against her pussy lips and, though she appreciated his commitment to make sure she was ready for him, she wanted him now. Faster. Harder. Sooner than later. “Now, Trev!”

  He didn't make her wait and, inch by slow inch, pushed inside her, stretching her like no one ever had before. Intense pleasure had them moaning together and struggling to stay upright. Trevor was so tall he had to dip at the knees for the right angle. She stood on her tiptoes, wanting to take all of him. Once seated as far inside her as he could, he held still.

  “Trev?”

  She wasn’t sure if he could hear her whisper over the screams of the rain.

  He leaned into her and licked the curve of her neck. “Goddamn this pussy.”

  She loved how tortured he sounded. Served him right. He had been torturing her these past two days.

  She squeezed her muscles and smirked at his strangled moan. The rain cloaked their carnal sounds as he reached forward, squeezing his hand in between the wall and her legs. She arched into him, reaching back to hold onto his thighs.

  "Is this what you wanted?" he rasped against her ear.

  She was lost in ecstasy.

  "It is, isn't it?"

  She nodded.

  "I knew it. You naughty girl."

  His cock was ripping her apart in all the best ways. Her pussy was dripping, wetting her thighs and his. She had never been this wet before. Never had a man made her feel this lost. This frantic. This turned on. No one, not her few boyfriends in college, and not her fiancé, who was too busy following her around and waiting to be told what to do instead of reading her body language and following her cues. Trevor was some new breed of man, and she was hoping to experience it all night.

  His grip on her waist was deliciously tight, tight enough for there to be bruises, and when he grabbed the back of her neck, she moaned out loud. He bent her at the waist, forcing her hands from his body and against the wall.

  "Trev—"

  He cut her off, "Don't."

  He thrust into her, bumping her head against the cool wood.

  "Just," he said, jiggling her ass as he thrust as deep as he could into her. "Come."

  His voice did it, drenched in want and need for her pleasure as much as his own that she screamed as she came, the sounds drowned out by the incessant downpour.

  "That's right, baby," he said, slowing his pace, electrifying her aftershocks as she struggled to stand up on wobbly legs.

  "Please don’t tell me that's the end," she panted as he helped her to the floor.

  "Hell no."

  She was relieved. He still hadn’t come, and she had every intention of making him moan the way she had. He moved to start the fireplace and turn off the lights. She closed her eyes, catching her breath and floating back to earth. She opened her eyes and found him kneeling in front of her pliant body.

  He took one of her legs, propping it up against his shoulder and positioning himself at her puckered pussy lips. "We're just getting started."

  Chapter 6

  He'd already taken her against the wall, and he wanted her again. On the couch, on the bed, on the table. On every surface available. But, right now, they were on the floor.

  Her body underneath his was perfect, better than he’d imagined. Her face in the firelight was relaxed and sated, yet still greedy. She looked up at him, her body saying so much though her lips never moved. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and that thought hurt because he had seen beautiful things in his lifetime. She reached up, pulling his face down to hers as if sensing the pain threatening to overpower their pleasure. Their tongues swept against each other then she bit his bottom lip. It was just enough pain to center him, focus him on the here and now of her body, not the pain of years ago.

  He thrust into her, giving her what they both wanted. Her tiny wrists fit in one hand as he pinned them above her head, stretching her body out. His other hand cupped her breasts, pinching her already erect nipples. Her hips bucked against him, writhing under his ministrations. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been over a woman, cock deep in wetness.

  "Trevor."

  Her soft voice pulled him from his thoughts again, prompting his eyes to open.

  "You're here with me. Right here," she emphasized, squeezing her pelvic muscles.

  He stared into her blue eyes, black in the dim lighting. He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. He couldn't break the hypnotism of her body, her eyes, her pussy, and whatever hold she had on him since he’d found her unconscious on the ground.

  "Come for me, Trevor."

  He didn't know that he could. For the last three years, he hadn’t come inside a woman. He could have sex, but he always had to finish himself.

  "Please?"

  Her voice gripped him right at the base of his cock and he gasped, feeling that familiar tingle. He pumped faster, trying, willing himself to allow the relief, but it never came.

  "Did you come?"

  Her eyebrows knitted together as she watched his face.

  "Yeah," he said, pulling out and kissing her stomach before helping her stand, knowing he hadn’t quite convinced her.

  "Where are we going?" she asked but took his outstretched hand.

  "Time for a bath."

  His still erect cock bobbed between his legs as he led her forward, switching on the light. She sat on the toilet seat as he bent over to start the bath.

  "You want bubbles?"

  He looked back to see her face.

  "You have bubbles?"

  He smiled. "Of course I do."

  Just because he was a man it didn't mean he didn't enjoy a bubble bath every now and then. He couldn't give her bubbles before because of the cuts from her fall.

  A loud crack of thunder sounded before the lights shut off followed by the sound of energy powering down.

  "Well, there goes the generator," he said, turning the knobs to turn the water off, though the water had already started to trickle without power.

  He headed for the door. "Get in. Be right back."

  It wasn't long before his shadow crept along the wall in front of him with a hand lantern.

  "Don't like candles?" she asked as she watched him set it down before he climbed in behind her.

  Cupping his still hardened dick to his body, he eased into the steaming water. "Don't like tempting fate with candles in a wooden house."

  She nodded and pulled her hair over one shoulder before lying back down against his chest.

  It was a simple a
ct, but in the moment, with her head on his chest and the hot water relaxing them both, he thought how good his day was. Today was a good day. The rain served as background music while he lathered his washcloth and started to wash her back.

  “Why were you wondering in the woods by yourself?”

  He had been wondering for some time, but he hadn’t known if it was his place to ask. He didn’t know her. She didn’t know him. She had no incentive to answer him or give him the truth. He felt her muscles stiffen, bunching together with foreign stress so opposed to the bliss she’d felt mere seconds ago. Time seemed to freeze as he hovered between kissing her and dismissing the question, not requiring an answer or waiting to see if she would answer him.

  “Why are you living alone in the woods?”

  The question landed heavy in between them like an anvil, and he got the point. She wasn’t ready to answer the question, and there was nothing she could do to convince him to answer hers.

  His hands continued moving, clearing away unseen dirt and the awkward moment. “Do you have any pets?

  “No,” she said quickly, as if poised to answer any question but the first one he’d asked. “I always wanted a dog though, but my parents said I wouldn’t take care of it.”

  “That sucks. A pet is a great way to teach a child responsibility. I had a dog when I was ten.”

  “Not Chuck?”

  His hands slid around to her front and resumed washing. “No. Ben. Ben was a chocolate lab. He died from old age when I was in high school.”

  “When did you get Chuck?”

  “He came with the house.”

  Her body moved without his guidance until she was almost standing. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing but it was clear as she sat on the tub rim with her legs open. She touched herself, staring at him as if daring him to interrupt. Her hands traced patterns of certainty around her nipples, down the valley of her breasts before nestling themselves into her spread legs.

  Her head fell back as she groaned.

  “Trev,” she whispered as she teased herself, rubbing her pussy but not her clit. Her hips swiveled against her hand. “Yes.”

  Trevor’s hand moved on its own to clutch his hardened cock. He could smell her arousal and knowing she was so close but unattainable was doing it for him. The soapy water was a perfect lubricant as he moved up and down. One hand rubbed against his sensitive head, and he hissed.

  Her eyes opened to find his. Without saying a word, she bit her lip, her eyes hooding as her hand quickened in pace. He followed her, mirroring her strides with his hand until they were both panting. Her eyes never closed as she brought herself close.

  “Trevor!”

  He couldn’t speak as heat licked up his spine and cum burst from his cock. He moaned, milking himself with two hard pulls as he emptied his seed into the bathwater.

  “That was beautiful,” she said, reaching forward to pull the bath drain.

  “It was,” he said, standing from the soiled water.

  She handed him a towel and dried herself quickly. “Time to refuel?”

  He nodded, still weak from his explosive orgasm. He needed to do more than refuel. He needed to add some distance. Alissa was somehow getting closer and closer, and he didn’t want to think about what her getting past his defenses meant.

  Back in the kitchen, they stood silently, trying to think of what they could eat with the power out. Trevor wanted to eat something with substance. Alissa stood in front of the cabinets and pulled out a bag of Doritos. “We could just eat this.”

  “You sure you just want junk food?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

  He took the bag from her and put it back inside before grabbing a can of soup from the shelf above it. “What about black bean soup?”

  She shrugged again. “I could eat anything.”

  It was soup then. He had a pan he used for camping that could go in the fireplace and soup didn’t need much reheating.

  Alissa stood wrapped in her towel in the middle of the kitchen, clearly uncomfortable, as Trevor moved with purpose, first to grab the can opener and then to pour the contents into the pan.

  She huffed.

  He merely waited, knowing she would eventually say what was on her mind.

  “I hate this.”

  “What is this?”

  “This!”

  It seemed like she was gesturing to herself and he wasn’t sure why.

  “This feeling. I’m… useless.”

  She wasn’t useless, not in his opinion, and he hated that she felt that way.

  “I don’t know how to do anything.”

  “I can think of at least two things you know how to do really well.”

  He could tell by her face that she was blushing and wished the lights were on so he could see her skin turn red.

  “I mean aside from that.”

  “Well, whose fault is that?”

  “My parents. They always had someone else do things for me and now look at me. I’m barely a functional adult. My life is dedicated to doing my parents’ bidding and waiting for an equally wealthy man to marry me so I can do his bidding.”

  He secured the pan in the fireplace and stirred the contents as he talked. “You can do whatever the heck you want to do, Alissa. You just need to find something that fulfills you.”

  He turned to see she looked even more forlorn.

  “I don’t know what fulfills me.”

  “I’m sure you’ll find something,” he said, sitting back but not too far from the soup.

  “Does living in the mountains by yourself fulfill you?”

  Trevor hadn’t meant to show just how opposed he was to the subject, but their body language was unmistakable. His clearly said he wasn’t willing to talk about it and he was grateful that hers said she wouldn’t push. It was just too much. Too intimate. Too painful. Besides, as soon as the storm was over, she’d be gone, back to wherever the hell she’d come from and leaving him alone. If he grew attached, he’d be left with the pain. Again. Alone. Again. Which is what he wanted… Wasn’t it?

  “Living here is my choice, and I don’t regret it.”

  It was true. Like a mantra, he repeated it to himself as he grabbed bowls and silverware from the kitchen. He took a quick glance at her and decided to steer the conversation to a less depressing topic. “So your people are rich, huh?”

  “Yeah,” she said, accepting her bowl of soup from him.

  “Then that means you could have been anywhere in the world. What were you doing attempting to hike my mountain by yourself?”

  Her face froze and he saw her own bars go down. So he wasn’t the only one with secrets. He could respect it. He nodded as he sipped a spoonful of the soup.

  “I took you to be the kind of girl who skied or tanned on the nearest island.” He blew on his spoon before sipping the piping-hot mixture. “This is good.”

  He really wasn’t sure if it was good or not since his first taste burned his tongue, but he was willing to pretend so they could both tiptoe around the elephants in the room they were both hell-bent on ignoring.

  “Yeah,” she said, though she hadn’t taken a bite yet and was taking her time to stir. “It is.”

  He stood. “I think I have some crackers too. Want some?”

  He didn’t wait for her reply. He wanted the crackers, and if she wanted some, he would share.

  “Yeah.”

  She sounded so dejected, making him turn around.

  “Hey,” he said, making her glance up. “I don’t know how long until the storm lets up, but while you’re here, I’ll help you figure out what makes you feel fulfilled. Okay?”

  She smiled with gratefulness and, despite the warning his brain screamed at him, he really meant it. He wanted to help her. With the crackers in his hand, he sat down beside her and ate a little in silence.

  “Now think. When you were a kid, what were the things you couldn’t get enough of? What were the things you were always into
? Or maybe the thing your parents kept telling you to stop doing?”

  She grinned mischievously.

  “Oh, I can tell this is going to be good.”

  She laughed, so full of life, and relaxed. He laughed too even though he didn’t know what was funny.

  “I used to pull pranks.”

  “So professional clown. Well, that was easy. I should be a guidance counselor.”

  She slapped him on the arm before leaning over with laughter. “I don’t think so.”

  He shrugged good-naturedly. “Oh, I’ll try again. Tell me more about knee-high Ally.”

  Chapter 7

  The rain was unrelenting and seemingly unending. In the three years of living out here, Trevor had never experienced such a thing. He wasn’t complaining, though. He was enjoying the unexpected captive he held in his arms.

  They were in his bed and even though the sun should be up, the rain clouds cloaked its rays. Instead, a smoggy gray light settled into the room. It was just bright enough for him to see her face as she slept. So relaxed. Her guard was down and, without thinking about it, so was his. His finger trailed against her cheek, soft enough not to wake her but with enough weight to raise the corner of her mouth. What was he going to do when she left?

  Her eyes opened and those blue eyes gripped his heart. She could see him… really see him, and it was too late to try and raise his guard.

  “The cabin is lonely.”

  It wasn’t a question. She saw him. She knew.

  “Yeah,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep.

  “It’s not any better in a mansion,” she said, one side of her mouth lifting like she tried to be light-hearted and failed. “Trust me.”

  He gathered her up in his arms, pulling her back to his chest, and they lay there in the veil of faux darkness, vulnerable.

  “Tell me about a time when you weren’t lonely.”

  Maybe three years of being alone had him wanting to make a connection with someone. Or maybe it was the way Alissa didn’t demand information but accepted whatever he was willing to share. Either way, he found himself finally opening up.

  He’d once known what it was like to be filled with so much love that he thought he would burst. That time hadn’t been so long ago. A time when he’d held a bundle of chubby cheeks and big brown eyes like his own. It was the second time he’d ever fallen in love.