Carnal (Mail Order Mountain Men #3)

Chapter Eight

Ryder

I don’t claim to understand much of anything in life, but I know one thing sure and clear. I love Sasha.

I love her with a fierceness that I’ve never felt before. There’s no doubt about it, she’s the one and only person for me. I don’t know how to make sense of the age gap, I don’t know how to make it make sense to Mason, and I don’t know what it’ll look like to the people of this small town, but I know I can’t live without her.

When I pull up to the riverside cabin just outside of town, she’s sitting on the front porch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, rocking back and forth in the white, weathered chair and there’s a smile on her face so wide that it heals everything ever broken inside of me.

Part of me wonders if I must be dreaming. Mason called and said he’d talked to her on my way over, but I’m wondering if that was even real. I’m about to be with her again, but it still feels like a fantasy. I spent so many years imagining this, confusing my desires with reality. Whatever this is, I have to know where it’s going.

Heart thumping, I climb down out of the truck and meet her on the porch. All the way here, I convinced myself that I shouldn’t start with a kiss. A kiss will only lead to more, and we have forever. We should go slow. That said, the second she’s in my arms, a kiss is inevitable.

Our lips brush against one another gently at first, then deeper, as though we’ve both been starved. Our tongues meet and twist, and my cock stands at attention, poking at the zipper of my jeans.

“I missed you, baby.” My tone is ragged and rushed between kisses.

Her tiny hands rub over my shoulders and up into my beard as she stares at me through long lashes. “I need you so bad, Ryder. I… I can’t stop thinking about it. We were so close to having everything.” She’s breathless as she says, “I need you. I need to make this real.”

Fucking hell! I didn’t think my cock could get any harder. How the fuck long have I waited for this? How many years have I spent jerking off to the thought of touching her, to the thought of holding her close? How many years have I kept my love for her a secret, terrified of what Mason would think, how Sasha would react, or what our unconventional love would mean for the future?

All that is in the past now. In this moment, it’s the two of us against the world, finally living the way we were meant to live.

I lift her from the ground, kick open the door, and carry her inside the cabin, kissing her everywhere. Her face, her ear, her shoulder, her neck. I’m needy for her sighs, desperate to hear the ache in her excitement as I savor the tone of her voice as she begs for more.

The blanket falls to the floor, revealing her soft, naked body. “My Lord, were ya sittin’ out there in the freezin’ cold… naked?”

She grins. “I thought it would be cute, but it was just cold. Thankfully I was only out there for like five minutes. I have to say, though, my nipples are insanely hard.”

I settle her onto the couch by the fire and lean into them, sucking with pressure as I lick circles around them.

Fucking hell. The feel of her hard nipples against my tongue is enough to have me coming in my jeans like a horny teenage boy.

She tugs my cock out and strokes it in her hand, moaning and squirming in place. “I need you, so badly”

“Are ya afraid it’s gonna hurt? I don’t have a condom. We—”

“We don’t need a condom, do we?”

I palm over her soft, swollen pussy before leaning forward to lick up her seam. I don’t go inside yet. I like it right here, the feel of my tongue against her slit, the taste of her cream in my mouth.

Her back arches and she grinds against my face, spreading her sticky wetness over my beard. “Oh God, Ryder. I need you.” Her swollen clit rubs against my nose and onto my lips, which is where I lose control.

“Fuck, baby. Come on… keep grindin’.” I lick and suck as she pants and squirms for relief. Her face is flushed, and her fingers tighten around my forearm. There’s barely any light in the room as the sun sets behind the house, but the glow of the fireplace keeps her face illuminated enough that I can watch her come.

“I can’t wait anymore, baby. I’ve gotta have ya.” I lick her one final time and settle her legs to the top of my shoulders as I slide into her tight, little channel.

I’m not sure I’ve ever anticipated anything more, but the thoughts I’ve been left with over the past few days have been torturous. Thoughts of her saving herself for me. Thoughts of her tight, little, virgin pussy belonging to me.

I kiss the side of her leg, and press into her, wetting the tip of my cock in her cream before sliding in further.

“You let me know if it hurts.”

She grins. “It’s going to hurt. You’re huge. I’ve been nervous since I saw it the other day.”

My ego is through the roof right now, but I don’t want to hurt her. “I’ll go slow, but I need ya to tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps as I press in deeper. “I’m always going to be yours.”

Fuck, this is going to be over in less than a minute. What the hell is wrong with me? I stop moving to keep from coming, but she’s so fucking wet, warm, and tight that the urge to continue is overwhelming.

“Should I fill ya up?” I thrust in a little deeper, tension building in every nerve.

“I want all your come, Ryder.” Her hips roll upward into me as she whines. It’s the perfect view. Her tits swaying, her hair tossed wildly to the side, her lips spread open begging for relief, her pussy slapping against my cock as the couch creaks beneath us.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I hope to God no one is timing this.

“I’m gonna come in that little pussy, and then you’re mine. Tell me ya understand.” I thrust faster and harder, holding onto her thick thighs as I work.

“I want it, Ryder. I want to be yours.” There’s a whine in her voice that’s so fucking sexy. A needy, little, desperate whine that I want to fuck the sound right out of.

“Baby, fuck!” I reach between us, massaging her swollen clit as I thrust deeper inside of her. “Come for me! I need to see your pretty little face cry out. I need to hear you come like you did earlier. Be a good little girl and give me all that wet, sticky come.”

“Oh God.” She thrusts upward and twists in place, her breasts swaying, her nipples hard.

My balls draw up and I thrust faster and faster, digging into her with everything I have as pressure builds between us.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. I want to watch you come. Give it all to me.”

A moment later, her body convulses, and though she’s trying to keep her eyes open, they close as she tightens around my cock. One final pump and I detonate, exploding inside of her with every bit of energy I have left.

She wiggles her hips up against me, milking the last bits of come from my cock before touch becomes too sensitive and I pull out and lay down next to her. It’s a tight fit, and she’s sort of lying on top of me now, but we’re together, sticky and warm. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more content.

“You okay? Was that painful at all?” I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the scent of vanilla in her hair.

“A little, but it was a hurt so good kind of thing.” She lifts her head and twists onto her belly, so her breasts are against my chest and her eyes are on me. “I feel so good with you.”

“That’s good, cause you’re not goin’ anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Yeah? What does that mean?”

I grin and hold her tighter. “It means that I’ll love, protect, and fill ya up with babies while you write and do what ya love.”

A tear falls down her cheek. “You know I didn’t think I’d ever finish a book until recently? Now, I have so many things to say.”

“Good.” I stroke my hand down over her head. “Focus on that then. I want ya to write whatever’s in your heart.”

She smiles gently. “You’re in my heart, Ryder. Every story I’ll ever write will always be about you.”

I’m not sure I understand much of anything that happens in this life, but Sasha makes sense. Nothing will ever change that, and I can’t wait to make her my forever.