Protected by the Mountain Man (Whiskey Mountain #2)

Chapter Five

Ava

I move my hand up and down Scott’s massive length, nearly drooling at him leaking before me. I don’t know how on earth he’s going to get that inside of me, but I can’t wait to try.

“That’s it baby,” he says as I increase my pace. “You feel so good.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, still unable to take my eyes off of him.

“Yes,” he says, before carefully removing my hand from him and wrapping his fingers around mine. “Too good, if you keep going, I won’t be able to last inside of you. And I need to be inside of you.”

I blanche at his honesty, still surprised about how open he’s been with me so far. I didn’t think real men were like this.

He lifts me off him, setting me beside him on the bed before hovering over me once again, brown eyes turning near black with hunger as he looks at me. He kisses me passionately and I feel my core flooding with need for him.

“Are you ready?” Scott asks, lining himself up with my entrance.

“Yes, I’m ready for you,” I say. I unintentionally brace myself, preparing for the sharp sting of pain I know I will feel.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers again, before slowly pushing inside me, inch by inch. The pain quickly turns to pleasure as he seats himself fully in my core. I feel overwhelmed at the pressure, fuller than I’ve ever felt before, but I like it. I like that he is taking me in this way, and I hope he will be the only one who ever does.

That thought shocks me before settling over me. I’m not sure I should be feeling this way so soon, but I don’t have time to dwell on my thoughts as Scott begins moving inside of me. He begins with gentle thrusts, giving me time to get used to the sensation, the feeling of him moving within me.

“You’re doing so well, honey,” he murmurs in my ear before moving is mouth to my nick, licking and nibbling, the sensation only making my arousal grow, I can feel myself dripping around him as he slowly picks up his pace, his thrusts becoming more driving as he rises and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.

The new angle drives me wild and I can hear myself gasping his name over and over as he pummels home.

“Scott… I think I’m going to—” I can’t even finish my sentence as he drops a thumb to my clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on me and sending me over the edge. I can feel myself pulsing around him, milking his cock as he continues pushing in and out of me in an increasingly chaotic rhythm.

“That’s it, honey, ride it out,” he growls, still increasing his pace.

“Gonna cum.” He waits for my approval and I can’t think of anything I want more than to feel him burst inside of me.

“Do it. Please. Inside me.” I barely get the words out, I can feel myself about to fall apart again as he explodes. I fall again at the sensation, seeing stars as he falls on top of me, utterly and completely spent.

He rolls beside me, pulling me on top of his chest. I balance my chin on my hands, looking at his disheveled waves and chocolate eyes, wondering how I got so lucky to meet this man.

“That… was incredible,” I say, grinning up at him. “Thank god I waited for you.”

He beams back at me, reaching an arm around the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair. My hair tie must have fallen out during our… escapades. As he fingers the knots, he looks at me with such deep sincerity and says, “I would’ve waited another five years for you.”

With that, I lower my mouth to his and we start round two.

***

A few hours later, I’m in my car, driving back from picking it up at the brewery. Scott had to take care of some things there, and while I wasn’t eager to spend any time away from him, I figured it was a good opportunity to do something I’ve been putting off for a half a decade.

I drive the familiar streets back to where my house used to be. It was burned to the ground in the fire, and my parents ended up selling the land. I’m not sure what’s waiting for me there—whether the new owners have rebuilt, or whether the land is still sitting empty.

I pull onto the tree-lined street, nearly bursting into tears when I see the gravel driveway I spent every summer riding my bike around. I park, stepping out of my jeep and see what used to be my home. Except, it’s not my home at all. It’s a completely new house, built to look nearly identical to our house that burned down.

The only difference is the color, instead of the dated brown shingles that covered our house, this one is covered in light grey ones that make it look like a house from a Massachusetts island. I don’t hate it, but it makes me realize that nothing is forever.

I’m standing before the front yard when I hear the door open. I quickly move my eyes to see a stunning honey-blonde woman and a little girl, helmet on and scooter next to her, heading out the door. The woman squints at me, and I wave sheepishly. The little girl waves back, before heading to the sidewalk. The woman walks up beside me.

“Hi,” she says simply. “Can I ask who you are?” She looks at me with a mix of confusion and pity in her eyes and I can’t help but laugh, wiping away my tears in front of this poor woman who just wanted to take her kid out to play.

“Sorry,” I say, still laughing. “My name is Ava, I actually grew up here. Well, what used to be here. My house burned down, but it was right on this plot.”

The woman looks at me, green eyes wide, and then breaks into a grin. “Oh my god, it’s so wonderful to meet you. My parents grew up around here and always loved the house that was here. My dad actually completely lost it when your house burned down…” she trails off, looking shocked at her own words, “I… am so sorry, that was so insensitive of me. Obviously, he didn’t know you or what you were going through and—”

I cut her off with a smile. “It’s okay,” I trail off, realizing she never told me her name.

“Tessa,” she says, “and that’s my little sister, Ruby.” She points to the little girl on the scooter.

“I just wanted to come back here, to make peace with what I used to know here. I’m glad you were able to build this place, to make something out of the rubble. And it makes me even happier to see you have a daughter. She’s reminding me of myself when I was her age, always wanting to play outside.” We both look again to Ruby, racing back and forth on her scooter, but always careful to never veer off the sidewalk, she seems like a great kid.

Tessa stands there, staring at her daughter pensively. “She’s like our dad in that way. He was always outside, always making this house as beautiful as he could.” I pause at her use of the past-tense.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, and suddenly we’re both shedding tears again.

“It’s alright,” Tessa says, softly clearing her eyes. “Me and Ruby girl are doing just fine. And we have this place to remember them by.” She looks around at the house and I’m suddenly filled with nothing but gratitude that I came here, that another family is getting to live in this gorgeous recreation, that it means so much to this woman and her sister.

Tessa and I chat for a few more minutes and I thank her for not being overly creeped out by my appearing in her front yard. She just laughs and I give her my number, it would be nice to have another friend in town, and it seems like she could use one just as much as I could.

We hug and I wave goodbye to Ruby before hopping in my car. I take another glance at the house, so glad that Tessa’s parents rebuilt it, and even happier that they have it to remember it by. I’m not sure what happened to her parents, but I know that their memory lives on in their love for this property and their love for the girls who live there.

Tears stream down my face the entire drive home. Not in sadness, but in relief—relief that the place that meant so much to me can bring joy to others. It makes me even more sure that coming back to Whiskey Mountain was the right call, that everything will work out for me here.

Especially with Scott , I think to myself.