Mountain Man

That was all William needed to hear because in one swift movement, he was inside of me, slamming the entire length of his sizable erection all the way into me. He pulled out then thrust back in. He gripped me around my middle and then began playing with the nub between my legs with his free hand as I screamed out in absolute pleasure.

  He pounded into me harder and harder until the sounds of our heavy moaning echoed throughout the cabin. Stars danced across my field of vision as he pushed me closer to the edge repeatedly until I was hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. With one final push, we both orgasmed at the same time, and then we just laid there panting, sweat plastered across our bodies.

  “I love you, Angel.”

  “I love you, William.”

  He rolled off me, untied my hands and gathered me into his arms where we promptly drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  William

  “William?” Angel stirred on the bed and then jolted herself awake. She gazed around the room in confusion because last she remembered, we were on the couch. Once she passed out, I carried her into my bedroom. Her gaze softened when she took note of me sitting at the end of the bed and smiling.

  “I’m here, Angel,” I reassured her. “You fell asleep for a bit,” I explained.

  Her eyes widened as she took in my bare chest, and I saw a slight flush creep over her cheeks. It still surprised me that a woman like her, with the kind of passion she had, was so inexperienced. Even though we’d gotten more and more comfortable around each other, she still blushed whenever she saw me naked.

  It was endearing, actually.

  “Ugh, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep,” she said as she immediately sat up and then reached for her purse which was on the nightstand beside her. She fumbled around in her bag for a few seconds before producing her cell phone. She turned it on and then started checking her messages.

  “Is your mom okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, she told me to stay as long as I want,” she answered with a shrug.

  “Then you should listen to her.”

  She nodded. “I’m going to tell her I’ll be back in the morning,” she said as she started to text her response but then thinking better of it, glanced up at me. “If that’s okay?”

  “Of course, it’s okay! It’s more than okay! It’s about time!”

  She laughed as she nodded and sent the text off. Then she pulled the sheets over herself as she leaned against the headboard. She watched me with hooded eyes, a satisfied look on her face. With her rumpled hair and slightly swollen lips, I was having a hard time not jumping her right there.

  My dick twitched slightly when she raised her arms above her head and began to arch her back as a yawn tore through her lips. The rustle of movement caused the sheets to shift, so that the tips of her breasts were exposed. She smiled shyly as she lifted the sheet up a bit and gazed at me.

  “Why are you sitting all the way over there?” Her voice was scratchy, probably from all the screaming and moaning. Good thing I didn’t have neighbors. Not that I would have cared if anyone heard us anyway. Because I didn’t.

  “I didn’t want to disturb you especially because you looked so peaceful,” I confessed as I stood up and pulled my boxers off the floor, sliding them on.

  “You watched me sleep?” She titled her head curiously as her hands splayed at her sides.

  “Yes, I finally understand the appeal,” I said softly as I reached down and placed a slight kiss on top of her lips. “You look so beautiful right now,” I said, not able to take my eyes away from her.

  Self-consciously, she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned an even deeper shade of red. “Thank you.”

  I crawled into bed next to her and immediately scooped her into my arms. She curled into my side, knowing she belonged there and placed her face in the crook of my neck. I began to run my hands up and down her spine, over the smooth curves of her ass and down to her smooth legs.

  “I can’t believe you’re still here after everything you know about me,” I admitted as I kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Of course, I’m still here. Where else would I be?” She wedged her foot between mine and pressed herself closer to my side as she made a purring noise in the back of her throat.

  “I don’t know, to be honest. Sometimes I think you’re a dream. A figment of my imagination,” I said as I plunged my fingers into her hair and began to knead her scalp.

  She chuckled. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can’t believe I found you,” she said, gently. “That we found each other.”

  I spun my head to look at her. “I’m the lucky one.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “You just don’t see yourself the way I do. To me, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Right back at you, gorgeous.” I winked at her playfully as she shifted next to me. She leaned up on her elbows and gazed at me before she hoisted herself up, so she was straddling me.

  I was used to being the dominant one in the bedroom, and I liked it, but there was something about seeing Angel on top of me with her breasts jutting out, and her hair spilling over her chest that aroused me in a different way. She pulled the sheet around the back of her body and leaned over my chest and began to pepper it with kisses. She kissed all the way down to my happy trail then back up as her hips gyrated suggestively.

  “Angel, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “Right back at you, gorgeous,” She echoed as she gave me a lazy smirk, and then we both started laughing.

  “I love that sound,” she said.

  “What sound?”

  “The sound of you laughing,” she answered, her face serious. “It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.”

  I was silent as I thought about it. “You know, I can say exactly the same thing of yours. Listening to you laugh makes me smile. It makes me feel warm inside.” I shook my head and started to chuckle. “I sound like a Hallmark commercial.”

  That made her giggle, and I held her tighter. Never in all my life did I ever dream that I, William Black, would ever become the type of person who grinned like an oaf because of the sound of a woman’s laugh.

  Now, I got it.

  It wasn’t a massive epiphany that shook me to my core or anything like that, but it was a pretty substantial revelation nonetheless. The kind that snuck up on you unaware.

  “I never said—Oh!” She gasped when I began to grind my legs a bit more vigorously. My arousal pressed painfully against my shorts, but I ignored it. I watched her carefully as she tried to maintain a neutral expression, but soon her eyes shut, and her hips began to gyrate accordingly. I stopped then sped up several times, until I could sense her frustration. When she tried to capture my hips, I evaded her.

  Never before had I enjoyed foreplay so much.

  She was practically panting with desire, and still I knew I could push her even more.

  I pressed my mouth to her neck, and then took her earlobe between my teeth, biting on it gently. When I was sure I had paid them enough attention, I began to lick back down her neck and down her collarbone and all the way down to her breasts. In response, she arched her breasts toward me. But I continued on my path, determined not to be deterred as I licked my way across her rib cage, over her sides and down her stomach.

  I stopped at her core even though half of her body lifted off the bed, pressing itself towards me in desperate need. I smiled against her stomach as I pulled back and slipped off her.

  “I’m going to make us breakfast,” I said with a huge grin as she glared at me.

  “You’re such a tease!” she faux yelled as she threw a pillow at my retreating figure. “You just wait, William Black, payback is a bitch!”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Delilah

  Two hours later and the sun was up. I checked my phone to find it was 6 am. Knowing my mother would be up, I called her. She answered immediately, and any worry that had been snaking through me disappeared
as soon as I heard her voice. It was at that point that I started to feel a bit embarrassed because it was very obvious where I’d been and what I’d been doing all night. But my mom didn’t mention it. Instead, she sounded cheery as she was making her morning coffee, and she told me not to hurry back.

  Once I got off the phone, William and I took a long shower, during which we could barely keep our hands off each other, much less wash up. When we were finally dressed, or at least semi-dressed, we headed into the kitchen.

  The temperature inside William’s cabin was like being inside a very large oven, so he walked around in a pair of shorts, shirtless at my behest, and I was dressed in one of his flannel shirts that barely covered my ass. It made me incredibly self-conscious, but he paused to ogle me every so often, and a tiny part of me was thrilled at the prospect that he found me that sexy. The idea seemed impossible to me at times, yet here we were.

  The sooner I got used to the fact that William worshipped my body just the way it was, the better. No more doubting myself, I decided. No more thinking this wasn’t good enough or that was too big or that was too small. From now on, I was going to think about my body the same way he did—I was going to love it. It was a thought that filled me with happiness.

  Now I found us cooking together, with only one pair of shorts and one shirt between us. Not even a full outfit, just two halves of one. William leaned over the stove and cracked a few eggs into the skillet he’d been heating over the burner. I watched him scramble the eggs as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed his middle.

  “I’m not making myself very useful,” I said.

  “You’re plenty useful doing what you’re doing,” he argued as he peered over his shoulder at me. Then he put the wooden spoon down that he’d been scrambling the eggs with and pinched my butt cheek. I laughed and held onto him even tighter.

  As he continued his ministrations in the kitchen, I had to swat his hand away when he tried to tweak my breasts or squeeze my butt. It became a playful, little silly game between the two of us. A game that I absolutely loved.

  “William,” I giggled as I batted his hand away for the nth time and tried to pay attention to what he was doing. I got up on my tip-toes and pressed a quick kiss to the back of his neck, and he turned around, wrapping his arms around me. I wriggled out of his reach.

  “Angel,” he warned.

  “Oh, my big mountain man doesn’t like it when his prey gets away, does he?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as he reached for me again, and I jumped so I was just out of his reach.

  “No, your big mountain man doesn’t like it when his prey gets away, so bring that juicy little body back over here,” he said.

  “You’re going to burn our eggs,” I answered.

  “The eggs are already done and in case you hadn’t noticed, I turned the burner off,” he responded as he pushed off the counter and started for me as I backed up until my butt encountered the edge of the table.

  “What about the bacon?” I asked as I sniffed the air.

  “Done,” he answered as he reached forward and gripping my arm, pulled me into his barrel chest.

  He immediately gripped my butt cheeks and pulled me into him so I could feel his excitement for me stirring in his shorts. “You’re insatiable,” I whispered as my stomach made a grumbling noise in protest.

  “When it comes to you, I am,” he said as he smiled down at me before kissing me on the tip of my nose. “But my beautiful woman is hungry, so my own needs will have to wait.”

  “You might be waiting for a very long time,” I commented while I watched him reach for two plates in his top cupboard. His arms were beautiful, his muscles long and sculpted. They were one of my favorite parts of his body.

  “And why is that?” he asked as he turned around to face me.

  “Because I’ve decided I’m going to turn the tables around on you,” I answered haughtily.

  “Hmm,” he grumbled. “That hardly sounds fair.”

  He forked half of the eggs onto one plate and the other half onto the other. I reached for the fork and one of the plates and forked half of the half onto the other plate. “You’re bigger than I am and, therefore, hungrier,” I said in explanation.

  He just shrugged as he grabbed a wadded-up towel atop the oven and folding it, used it as a glove. Then he opened the oven door and pulled out the cookie sheet with the maple bacon he’d been baking. When he stood back up, he looked right at me in such a way, I felt my entire body shudder with excitement.

  “Take that shirt off,” he commanded.

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so,” he answered as he loaded each plate with the bacon and then returned the cookie sheet to the top of the oven.

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  “Do it anyway.”

  I laughed. “Why?”

  “Because I can’t bear to eat my breakfast knowing your beautiful breasts are covered up. I want to look at them. Besides,” he continued with a shrug. “I don’t have a shirt on either so it’s only fair.”

  “Well you have shorts on and I don’t,” I pointed out.

  “Good point,” he answered as he pulled his shorts down and I couldn’t help my gaze as it fixed on his penis which was halfway hard and on its way to finishing the job. I gulped in spite of myself.

  “Sometimes I’m amazed that I’m able to take that,” I said in awe.

  He chuckled. “Shirt off,” he finished and then grabbed both plates as he carried them to his two-person table. Once he was seated, he looked up at me with an inquiring expression, probably wondering if I was going to obey him.

  I sauntered over to the table and stood in front of him as I began unbuttoning each button incredibly slowly. When I reached the bottom one, I shrugged out of each sleeve and allowed the shirt to fall away, landing on the floor. William stared at me the entire time, his gaze unwavering. His eyes traveled from my face, to my breasts, to the middle of my thighs before he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into him. He was still sitting so my breasts basically collided with his face. Not that he minded because his lips and tongue were instantly all over each of them.

  That was the moment when my stomach growled again.

  “Okay, okay,” he grumbled as he released me and frowned. “I’ll let you eat, but once we are done, you are mine.”

  “Deal!” I said with a laugh as I took my seat beside him, and we both ate our breakfast completely naked.

  ******

  When we’d finished eating, I washed the dishes while William started kissing every part of my body, teasing and tickling me as he went. I snapped him with the dishtowel a few times, but that didn’t seem to change his focus at all.

  He reached out, took the towel from me and threw it onto the oven as he turned me around to face him, and then we just looked at each other, smiling but saying nothing.

  “I love this,” I whispered quietly. “Being like this with you, I mean.”

  “Me too,” he said as he kissed my forehead.

  “I could stay like this with you forever,” I admitted.

  I froze as I realized what I’d said. As far as I could tell, there was no reaction in William. He just continued to stare down at me while my heart started to beat wildly. Why did my mouth have a habit of saying things before my brain had a chance to put said things through the filtering process?

  I just knew it was too much too soon. And I didn’t want to scare him. He’d just found out that he might have a son, for heaven’s sake. I was sure the last thing he needed to add to the drama was a clingy girlfriend who didn’t know when to quit when she was ahead.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, and my eyes dropped down to the floor. “I didn’t mean to give you more stress on top of what you’re already dealing with.”

  William surprised me by tilting my chin up, looking deeply into my eyes, and giving me a sweet smile. “I agree with what you said before the last thing you just said,” he answered in a clumsy sort of way that made u
s both laugh.

  When he took my hand in his to place a kiss on top of it, my heart seemed to jump start itself, and I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my mouth from ear to ear.

  “Thank you for making me not feel like an idiot,” I said.

  “Hey, I don’t want you ever to feel like an idiot when you’re with me,” he said as he held my chin to make sure I was looking him directly in the eyes. “I want you to always feel like you can talk to me about anything.”

  I nodded as I smiled up at him. “I do feel like that.”

  It was his turn to nod as his expression turned pensive. “Angel, there was one thing I wanted to discuss with you,” he started.

  “Okay.”

  “How come you haven’t asked me about Janet?”

  I shrugged and then inhaled deeply. “Because I figured you would tell me when you wanted to.”

  “You weren’t curious as to what the situation is with her?” he asked as Camille started scratching at the door to be let back inside. William stood up and strode across the living room to open the door and let her in.

  “Of course, I am,” I said as I watched Camille go directly to her spot in front of the fireplace as she curled up into a ball and promptly went to sleep.

  “Okay, you have to promise me something if we are going to stay together and make this relationship work,” he started and based on the expression on his face and the tone in his voice, he was completely serious.

  “Okay.”

  “You can’t hold out on stuff like that. If you want to know something, you need to ask me. I don’t want you to wait for me to tell you. That’s not how this relationship is going to work. We are both equals in it, Angel.”

  “Thank you,” I said with a smile as I felt my cheeks flushing.

  “That’s what I want. I want us to be equals because we are equals. You have needs just the same as I do.” He looked at me and his expression relaxed into a smile. “Okay, I’m going to stop lecturing you now,” he finished with a chuckle.

  I smiled back up at him. He was amazing. Incredible. I was the luckiest woman I knew. I still couldn’t believe that he was mine.