Chosen for the Mountain Man (Mountain Man Mail Order Bride)

5. Max

CHAPTER 5

MAX

I can't get my fucking mind off Ciara.

Even after dinner, everything about her, from our skinny-dipping to the kiss when we got back, lingers. I know I should give her space, let her decide the pace of this, but I might be a tad obsessed with this woman.

I’m halfway to a fitful sleep when it hits me—I forgot to give her the extra ice pack for the night. My brain yanks me out of bed like a drill sergeant, and I stumble toward the freezer. Her ankle’s probably fine, but it's an excuse to see her again, to make sure she's doing okay.

The second my knuckles tap the wood of the guest room door, her lamp flicks on. I hear frantic rustling inside. “Ciara? I forgot…I have ice for your ankle.”

“Oh, come in!” she calls.

I push the door open slowly, and there she is—sitting bolt upright in bed, sheets clutched to her chest like she’s guarding state secrets. Her hair’s a wild halo of strawberry gold, cheeks flushed. She’s adorable. I hold up the ice pack like a peace offering. “Didn’t want you to wake up sore.”

She laughs, tight and nervous. “Thanks, I’ll put it on in a minute.”

My gaze snags on the edge of the comforter where it dips just below her collarbone. Her shoulders are bare. Is she not wearing anything to sleep in? Great. More fodder for my poor dick. “I can just leave it here?—”

A sharp, persistent buzz cuts me off.

We both freeze.

It’s coming from under the covers.

Ciara’s eyes widen, her face flaming. The buzzing continues, getting louder, like a pissed-off hornet trapped in a cotton prison.

Shock punches a laugh out of me. “Is that what I think it is?”

A vibrator?

“No!” she squeaks. “I mean—yes. Probably. But— oh god .”

My sweet little naughty girl.

“No judgment here.” I hold up a hand. “Just impressed. That thing sounds like it’s hardcore.”

She buries her face in her hand, the other still holding the covers in place. “Kill me now.”

I step closer, dropping the ice pack on the nightstand. The buzz stutters, probably muffled by her thighs. My blood’s already southbound, stirring something primal in me. “And actually, it’s crazy hot. Were you…” I clear my throat, feeling bold. “…thinking about me?”

Her hand slides down just enough to peer at me. “...Maybe.”

I perch on the edge of the bed. “Well I’ve been thinking about you since you arrived. Every damn second.”

Her breath hitches. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” I skim a finger along the bedding over her leg.

She bites her lip while the vibrator still hums, relentless.

I lean in, voice dropping. “Want to wait…or do you want me to help you finish what you started? I’ll go slow. I’ll stop whenever you say. But Christ —if you’re this turned on, let me do something about it.”

Her stormy gray eyes lock onto mine. Then her hands slowly lower the covers down.

Hell.

She’s naked. Gloriously, shamelessly naked, the vibrator still buzzing. Her pert little tits are so luscious, tipped with rosy nipples already pebbled tight. My cock throbs, straining against my pajama pants.

She fumbles for the vibrator, but I grab it and flick it off before tossing it aside.

“Let me see.” I tug her hand away, so I can see her pretty pink pussy and the trail of tiny blonde curls. Her silken flesh glistens, and the scent of her arousal punches through me. Fuck, she’s dripping . “Jesus, you’re so wet,” I growl.

“You did this to me, Max,” she whispers.

That’s it. I pull her toward me, crushing her mouth under mine. She kisses back like she’s starved for it, fingers clawing at my shoulders. I crawl over her, until she’s pinned beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist. The heat of her slick pussy against my skin is torture.

“Wait,” she gasps, pulling back. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

I groan, resting my forehead against hers. “You could tell me you robbed a bank and I wouldn’t care at this moment.”

She laughs, shaky. “No, it’s that…I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Driven a man out of his ever-loving mind before?”

She smiles. “I’ve never done anything .” She swallows hard. “I’m a virgin.”

Oh.

Oh.

I go still, searching her face. “You’re serious?”

Ciara nods, another flush spreading across her cheeks.

“And you want me to be your first?”

Her smile is small but fierce. “Who else?”

Every possessive instinct in me ignites, my heart clenching. I brush her hair back, voice gravel-rough. “Then we do this your way. You call every shot. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means...well…” I nip her earlobe. “ Wreck me for every other man .”

Her whole body shudders. “Green. Definitely green.”

Fuck me.

I kiss down her neck, lingering at the frantic pulse in her throat. “Tell me what feels good.”

I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches off the bed with a cry. Her hands fist in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “Like that?” I murmur.

“Yes. God , yes.”

I switch to her other breast, rolling her nipple between my teeth until she’s writhing. Her hips grind against me, seeking friction. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter against her skin. “I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. Promise.”

I trail lower, kissing down her stomach. She tenses when I reach her hips. “Max—you don’t have to?—”

“Oh, honey , I want to. With every fiber of my being.” I spread her legs, holding her gaze. “Please let me taste you.”

Her nod is barely a twitch.

The first lick steals her breath. She tastes sweet, addictive, her folds slick and swollen. I drag my tongue through her, savoring her gasp. “So perfect. You taste divine,” I rasp. “I’m going to eat this delicious pussy until you scream.”

“ Max —”

I lick and suck her sensitive flesh, teasing her clit with my lips and tongue. Her back bows off the bed, thighs trembling, but I don’t stop. Not when she chants my name, not when her fingers fist the sheets.

“Close,” she whines. “Please, please?—”

I hum against her clit. “Come for me, Ciara. Let me feel you explode.”

And in seconds she shatters, crying out, her orgasm clenching her thighs around my head. I ride it out, gentling my touch until she collapses.

When I crawl back up her body, she’s glowing—flushed, sweaty, radiant . She cups my face, her thumb brushing my lower lip. “That was?—”

“Round one,” I finish, grinning.