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

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Brooks

I watch Violet sleep as the morning light streams through the sheer curtains of my bedroom window. Her chest rises and falls enticingly with each soft breath, and her long, light brown hair splays across my pillow. If I woke up to this sight for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

I’m embarrassed that we ran into each other while I was stoned off my ass last night, but it got her into my bed, so I'll take it. Adjusting the relentless hardness that’s been impossible to ignore since her sexy, curvy body molded to mine last night, I attempt to angle away from her so I don't scare her when she wakes up.

I'm desperate to kiss her but want to ensure she's okay with me touching her first, so I wait patiently until my beauty awakens. Within a few minutes, Violet stirs beside me, stretching like a drowsy cat. She turns onto her side, burrowing her perfect, full ass against my crotch. I bite my lip, stifling a low moan. I should stop her, but I'm only human and thrust forward twice to prolong the friction she's creating between our still-clothed bodies.

When I moan against her ear, Violet smiles in her sleep, reaching back to cup my face. I kiss her palm over and over until she wakes with a start and slowly turns toward me. Violet's big brown eyes stare at me, her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something but can't.

"Morning, baby." I decide to act like we do this every morning and see if I can get her to say something. Anything.

I lift slightly so I'm staring down at her, trying not to touch her without her permission but desperate to get closer.

She licks her lips, her chocolaty eyes focused on my mouth. "Morning." It's barely a whisper, but it's more than I've gotten from her so far, and my heart soars.

"Thank you for staying with me." I nuzzle her neck, and she lets out a soft moan that has me desperate to peel off her clothes and make her do it again.

Violet nods, her breathing picking up as my eyes rake hungrily over her curvy body and back to her face.

"Nod once if you want to stay here with me." I hold my breath, praying to every god I can think of until her head bobs up and down. I smile at her, my skin hot with the effort to hold back. I move closer to her face, eyeing her full lips and flushed cheeks with desperation before meeting her eyes again. "You and I have a problem with not saying what we mean." I shake my head. "I don't want to be high to tell you how I feel, Violet. You’re the sexiest woman I've ever seen, and I’d like to kiss you now. Please."

She looks at me in a way that makes me wish I paid more attention in chemistry class. This connection is beyond physical. Beyond emotional. It's a spiritual reaction igniting a fire in my soul.

"Is kissing all you want to do?" she whispers, her short breaths making her chest heave. Her eyes silently beg me to tell her I want more.

I shake my head, my eyes still locked with hers. I move my large body to cover her completely. The bed creaks, and her legs fall open as I slot myself between them, supporting my weight so I don't crush her.

This woman is a goddess.

Her mouth is so close to mine that I could lick her plump lips and dive into her sweet mouth, but I hold back. I need to know that she wants this as much as I do. "No, Violet. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives."

Her eyes shoot to mine, searching desperately like she hopes I'm pranking her. I gaze at her, channeling all my love into that one look. Suddenly, she throws both arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. Her tongue slides into my open mouth, tentatively at first, but her kiss becomes more confident as I respond.

I give her control for a moment before I take over, kissing her how I want to fuck her—hard and deep. Our tongues clash, her tentativeness gone as the woman from the messages starts to emerge.

I pull back. "I love you, Violet."

She gasps for air as I kiss along her neck, pulling her sweater up and over her head.

She claws at my clothes, and I sit up, yanking off my shirt and pants in record time. My hard cock strains against my boxer briefs, and I look at Violet questioningly.

"Off." It comes out in a throaty whisper, and her eyes widen as my cock springs free, bouncing like an excited puppy. She licks her lips.

"Later, baby. I want to taste you first."

Grabbing her legs, I pull her forward and unbutton her jeans, tugging them down along with her panties. I toss them to the floor, and she tries to close her legs shyly.

I give her a devious smile. If she thinks she can hide her perfect pussy from me, she’s sadly mistaken. "Mine," I growl, diving between her legs.

My tongue finds her core, and I moan loudly at the first taste. Violet shoots up off the bed, pushing and pulling at my hair like she can't figure out what she wants.

I stop for a moment, gazing up at her. She locks eyes with me, panting loudly. "Baby, if you need me to stop, say any color. White, brown, orange, yellow. Anything at all. You can whisper it, and I'll stop, but if I don't get to taste you right now, I think I might die. Any color, okay?"

She nods quickly, and I push her back onto the bed before settling between her legs again.

I lap at her juices, savoring her sweet, tangy taste like it's my last meal. She writhes against my face, moaning and calling out my name. Her voice is magical, unlocking the beast inside me. I refuse to unleash him until I've made her come, so I double my efforts, inserting one thick finger into her hot, wet heat. I crook it forward to find her sweet spot. It takes me a few passes before Violet yells a garbled sentence, choking off a moan as she tries to ride my face.

I don't hear any colors, so I don't stop. I continue to flick her tender bud with my tongue while inserting a second finger, stroking again and again over the spot that makes her whimper. I pulse in and out of her, grinding my tongue against her clit, and within seconds, her body freezes as she comes apart.

Moaning and writhing, she explodes against my tongue. Violet screams my name, and it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Her throbbing heat pulses around my fingers as I prolong her release, savoring every last drop.

I kiss Violet's pussy once more before climbing up her body. She pulls me toward her, kissing up my neck before sucking the soft skin near my ear. I close my eyes with a soft moan.

"Baby, you're incredible," I whisper, pulling back to kiss her so she knows how she tastes.

Violet grips my face. "Brooks," she whispers.

I reach for my hard cock, notching it at her opening, desperate to be inside her. "Violet, can I fuck you? Please." I'm barely able to hold back.

"Brooks," she whispers again. She licks her lips. "I'm a virgin."

I freeze. I suspected she might be since she could barely speak to me, but I didn't feel any resistance with my fingers. It doesn't matter to me, although the knowledge that no other man has ever had the pleasure of her body makes me feral with the need to claim her.

"I'll go slow, Violet. I'll take care of you, baby," I promise, gazing deeply into her eyes, but she shakes her head.

She licks her lips, still whispering. I lean closer so I can hear her. "I use a lot of toys. I can take all of you. Go as hard as you can. Please, Brooks."

When she begs, I lose all restraint. I close my eyes and sink into her wet heat with one powerful thrust. We both moan as my thick length slides deep into her tight cunt. She's so wet from her orgasm that there's no resistance, but her tight, virgin walls pulse around my cock as she squeezes me with a shaky exhale.

"Violet, you were made for me," I groan against her neck.

She kicks my ass with her heels like I'm a horse, begging me to move.

"Baby, you are perfect," I grunt as I thrust between her thighs, slowly drawing my full length out before plunging back in.

Violet’s eyelids flicker with each thrust. She throws her head back, her breasts jiggling as I push into her. I bend, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth and laving it with my tongue. Her hands race up and down my back, nails lightly scratching my skin as she kneads my muscles. Every nerve in my body is on fire.

I remind myself to go slowly since it's her first time, but she rocks against me, urging me on, even as I desperately try to hold back so I don't hurt her.

But her whispered, "Fuck me, baby," has me losing all control.

I rut into her. I'm a man possessed. A wild beast released from its cage for the first time in years with only an hour to mate. I press her thighs wider, opening her up further as I pound into her wet pussy. Her gasps and moans spur me on. I think about her husky voice calling my name as she came on my tongue. I want to hear it again.

Sliding my hand down her soft stomach, I find her clit with my thumb as I keep up my punishing pace, swirling gentle circles around her swollen bud.

Violet moans and chants my name in the softest, sweetest voice. My balls tighten. I'm so close, but I won’t come until she does.

She pants as I stroke her clit, thrusting into her erratically, desperately waiting for her.

"Fuck me, Brooks! Yes, yes, yes!" Violet begs, bouncing with me.

I can't hold back. Her sweet voice pushes me over the edge. I thrust one final time, stilling as I release my seed deep inside her. The primal urge to get her pregnant tonight overwhelms me, and I bury myself deep as I spill inside her.

Violet sighs and shudders, her muscles spasming around me as she follows me over the edge. I hold her tightly, refusing to withdraw, wanting to keep my cum inside her. I lie between her legs, panting, as she runs her fingernails along my back in a soothing caress.

Finally, I force myself to pull out and head to the bathroom. Returning with a warm washcloth, I clean us up and climb back into bed. Slotting Violet into my side, her head finds my shoulder like we've done this a thousand times.

I kiss her temple, lacing my fingers with hers. "Violet, do you remember when I told you my parents own a flower shop?" She nods, so I continue. "They've always loved nature. It's why they named me Brooks."

I trail my finger down her ribcage, marveling at the softness of her skin. Tiny goosebumps break out along her stomach, and she shudders, watching me with her big brown eyes. "The day after I got your first message, I was walking the trails about a mile from here. I stopped at a brook, one I've visited a hundred times. I sat on a large rock, thinking about this incredibly smart, funny woman. And I worried that when we finally met, I wouldn't be enough for her."

Violet's eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head.

"Then I noticed a solitary bunch of violets beside the rock. Bright purple as if they were blooming in April, but it was September. I knew it was a sign. You were made for me, Violet." I lean in, kissing her sweet lips and hugging her to me.

Violet pulls back. She bites her lip and grins at me. "I love you, Brooks,” she says, her voice is as clear as a bell.

I whoop with joy, jumping to my knees on the bed. "Marry me, Violet."

Violet gapes at me before giving me a huge grin. "There is something in the water up here."

I stare at her in confusion. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Brooks." She gives me a long, lingering kiss. "I’ll marry you."

I've won the lottery. But I know deep in my bones that Violet and I ending up together had nothing to do with luck.

Like violets by a brook.

We were meant to be.