Protecting Her Secrets (Mountain Men of Culver Springs #1)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Walker

It blows my mind that Skylar, my Skylar, is growing a human. The small bump amazes me, and I’m in awe of the whole thing. I’d all but accepted I’d never be a dad since I couldn’t even find a wife, but with Skylar showing up and giving things a second shot, I wondered if this was just how it was meant to happen.

It took me roughly two seconds to accept that the woman I was falling back in love with was pregnant with another man’s baby. As far as I’m concerned, he’s just a sperm donor who jumpstarted the family I always wanted to have with her.

Just thinking about it has my stomach in my throat, both from excitement and anxiety. The one emotion not there is fear. I’m not afraid of raising a child I’m not biologically connected to, and I’m sure as shit not scared of fucking Klutch and his club of misfits trying to take that child away.

I’m having all these crazy thoughts, and I don’t even know if Skylar’s on the same page. We’ve been keeping things light for two days now, but we don’t have the luxury of burying our heads in the sand anymore.

“What do you want, Sky?” I ask my most burning question. No matter the answer, I’ll take care of her. If she wants me to keep her safe from Klutch but isn’t certain about a future with me, I’ll be crushed, but I’ll do it. If she wants to continue to take things slow, I can be patient. Probably.

She bites into her plump lower lip, and I have to stop myself from telling her I want to make her mine again in all ways. I want her car in my driveway, her clothes in my closet, my cock buried deep inside her.

Fuck, I can’t get a boner right now—I’m wearing sweatpants. I refocus on the conversation, needing a distraction but also not wanting to miss her response.

“What I’ve always wanted,” she says.

It’s a non-answer, so I push. “Which is?”

“I want to be safe. I want my child to be born into love and happiness.” She places her palm on my chest. “And if we’re talking the sky’s the limit, my biggest dream come true? Then I want all of that with you, Walker.”

Goddamn.

I cradle her face in my hands, kissing the living shit out of her. Do we have a million things to talk about and work out? Fuck yes, we do. But right now, I just want to enjoy the moment we decide to reunite for real. Encouraging her to lie back, I settle between her legs, careful to keep my weight off her but wanting to feel her under me.

“Does that mean you want to be with me?” she asks when I move down to her long, slender throat to leave biting kisses.

“So fucking much.”

She snakes her hands under my shirt and wraps her short legs around me, lining my rock-hard cock up with her warm center. Our make-out sessions have been hot, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not enough. I need more, especially now that I know we’re really doing this thing.

“Yes, Walker,” she whines as I reach under the shirt she has on and cup her breast. I thumb over her taut nipple, thinking the whole bigger tit thing makes sense now that I know she’s pregnant.

Pregnant. I don’t think it has completely sunk in, not even a little, because I have zero doubts about raising this child with her, which can’t be normal. I should be panicking and freaking out. But nothing about this situation is normal, and with her grinding on my dick, I don’t have the capacity to care about shit other than getting inside her.

Her hands move to the waistband of my pants, but I don’t want our first time back together to be on my couch, so I gently guide her hand to my shoulder and stand with her in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Need you in my bed, baby.” My voice is at least two octaves deeper and sounds needy as fuck.

“I can walk, you know.”

“I know you can, but just be patient with me for a while. I didn’t even allow myself to dream we would have a second chance, but here you are, so excuse me for wanting to keep you as close as possible.”

She tightens her hold around my neck and kisses me long and hard. “Then you better carry me to bed, mountain man.”

I jog up the stairs, kicking my bedroom door shut in case Sprocket decides to come up. He’s pretty independent, but the things I plan on doing to this woman will hopefully have her screaming my name, and that’s bound to make him investigate.

“Shirt off, Sunny,” I demand.

She tugs it out from under my hold, and my palms meet bare ass cheeks. With no change of underthings, she has had to go bare. Fuck, that’s hot. My mouth waters at the sight of her tits, wanting to taste her rosy nipples and feel her soft flesh under my palm.

I lower her to her feet and strip before giving her ass a slap and climbing on the bed. “Sit on my face and let me eat you through your first orgasm.”

“Walker,” she protests, her cheeks and chest pinking.

She wasn’t shy just days ago, so why is this different? The conversation we had about what Klutch has been doing to her comes back to me, and I could kick my own ass for not being understanding. She might have hang-ups I don’t know about, and the last thing I want to do is trigger her.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t think that sex might be hard for you.” I toss a blanket over my lap.

She angles herself away from me and crosses her arms over her tits. “It’s not that. I’m nothing if not good at compartmentalizing, which may or may not be a bad thing, but I just. . . I don’t know. Your confidence is intimidating.”

“Confidence?”

“You have no problem blurting things out and telling me exactly what you want. Things were never like that with us before.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. What do I say to that without sounding like a man-whore? The last thing I want to do is bring up the years of fucking other women that have taught me what I do and don’t like, what kinks I have or don’t have, and how all of that made me a better lover. I doubt she’ll look at it like she’s reaping the reward of past experiences.

“I think we’ve both learned from our experiences over the years,” I say, hopefully diplomatically.

“That’s just it. You’ve clearly made your rounds while I’ve only had sex with two men.”

I shake my head. “What you described with Klutch wasn’t sex. He doesn’t count.”

“Then that just leaves you.”

“Why is this a problem today and not a couple days ago when I ate you out?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know. A couple days ago, I was certain we only had that one time, but now, things are different. If this is long term?—”

“Forever.”

“What?” Her cute little nose wrinkles.

“I’m not planning on long term.” I throw my legs off the side of the bed and pull her to me. My half-hard cock makes a reappearance, but if she’s completely bared to me, it’s only fair. “I’m planning on forever.”

That earns me a small smile. “Okay then, forever. Which is honestly worse because you’re obviously a sex god now, and I’m still. . . me.”

“Sex god?” I chuckle, palming her ass. “You’re ridiculous.”

She makes a sound of frustration. “I’m not this person. I’m the daughter of a motorcycle club president; I was born sassy and confident. But sex has been the last thing on my priority list, and now I feel inadequate or something.”

“There’s only one way to solve this problem.”

“How?”

“I think I need to fuck you every way possible so you can learn what you like and what you don’t.”

“Oh really?” She snorts.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Her hands move to my shoulders and she climbs onto the bed, straddling me. “Just don’t have high expectations.”

“If all you did was lie there unmoving, it would still be the best sex of my life because it’s with you.”

She slaps my shoulder, but her chin lifts, and I see a little confidence return. “Liar.”

“I mean, I think it would be better for both of us”—she crawls forward on her knees, forcing me onto my back—“if you did what I asked”—she continues up my body—“and sat on my face.” She doesn’t stop until her pussy is hovering over my mouth. “Now you’re getting it.”

I hook my arms around her thighs and pull her down, positioning her right where I want her. Fuck, she smells good, like my own personal pheromone, luring me in. Her pretty pink pussy is already glistening with arousal that I greedily lick up. Moaning, I move her forward and back, dragging my tongue from hole to hole. Her little whimpers are like music to my ears as I work her up.

She thinks it’s a turn-off that she hasn’t been with anyone else besides that asshole who doesn’t even count, but she’s wrong. I couldn’t care less how many partners she has had since me. The only thing that matters is that I satisfy her every desire and keep satisfying her so she’ll never want to stop.

“Do you like it when I tease your holes?” I ask between long licks.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“What about if I fuck you with my tongue? Would you like that?”

“Do it, and I’ll let you know.”

I circle my tongue around her entrance before spearing her with it, knowing it’s not enough to get her off, but the hitch of her breath tells me it’s doing something. My balls tighten, and my hard-as-steel cock is dead weight on my lower belly, leaking pre-cum and begging for some action, but that’s not gonna happen until I get at least one orgasm out of her.

She moans, tangling her fingers in my hair and finally taking control of her pleasure. This is the best fucking seat in the house. From down here, I get to watch her tits sway, her lips part, and her eyes flutter closed.

“Now I’m gonna suck on your clit until you come. How does that sound?”

“God, yes.”

I grin and reach lower to part her outer lips, exposing my target and getting to work. I flick and circle and suck until her breaths come faster and her grip on my hair becomes almost painful. Her other hand massages her breast as she cries out. Jesus fuck, it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

Her arousal soaks my beard as she takes what she needs, riding my face. I’m the luckiest asshole in the world to get the chance to witness this incredible woman fall apart. She curls forward, smothering me with her cunt for a long moment before releasing a breath and falling to my side.

Lifting onto an elbow, I flash her a wolfish grin. “Safe to say this goes on the repeat list?”

She peers over at me from under the arm draped across her face. “Any time of any day.”

I chuckle and palm her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, please.” She reaches for me, but I pull back.

“Wait. Let me grab a condom.”

“Why? You can’t knock me up any more than I already am.”

“That’s not the only reason to use one,” I say.

“I had STI testing done at my last appointment, and everything was clear. There hasn’t been any activity since.”

“Same. I just had a physical.” I settle between her legs, right where I want to be. “So no condom?”

She bites into her lower lip and shakes her head. “It’ll be a first for me. For us.”

The last thing we needed was an unplanned pregnancy when we were younger, so even though she was on birth control, I always used a condom. It was the same with every other woman. “Me too.”

“Really?”

“There’s only one woman I imagined having my babies, and I wasn’t about to take the chance of it being anyone else,” I say truthfully.

Her legs wrap around me. “No condom.”

“Fuck yeah.” I dip down to kiss her. It turns me on that she knows where my mouth just was and can taste herself on me but doesn’t even flinch when I tangle my tongue with hers. It gives me hope she won’t balk at everything else I want to do to her.

I kiss a path down her neck and chest before wrapping my lips around one of her puckered nipples and sucking. Is it fucked up that I’m turned on at the thought of doing this after the baby comes and tasting her milk? Is that a kink, or are my mommy issues showing? Either way, I can’t wait. But I better keep that thought to myself for now.

Wet with my saliva, I pinch and tug on the peaked tip while I give the other one the same treatment. Skylar writhes under me, grinding her warm, wet pussy against my shaft. It feels so good, and if I don’t focus, I’ll end up coming like this, and that’s not happening. I’ve waited too long to sink inside her to waste this opportunity.

I’m not being cocky when I say I’m a big man. Overly big, if I’m being honest. Even to the point where there have been partners I just didn’t fit with, and I’ve had to be careful not to hurt anyone. It took Skylar and me a while to get her to the point where she could take me. Given it has been years since I’ve fucked her, it stands to reason she’ll need some preparation again.

“Roll over, ass in the air,” I say.

She flinches. “I wanted to watch you, at least for our first time back together.”

“I want that too.” I give her a reassuring kiss. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Let me get inside, and then we can change positions, yeah?”

“Okay.” She rolls over and lifts onto her knees, tossing her hair over to the side and watching me from over her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I grip her juicy butt cheeks roughly before letting them go, watching as they turn a pretty shade of pink. “God, the things I want to do to you.”

“Like what?”

“Spank this ass until it’s glowing, for one.” I dip between her legs and sink a finger inside her.

“You want that.”

“So badly. Does that scare you?”

“No. It turns me on.”

“Good. What about plugging your ass while I fuck you from behind?” I ask, but I already know the answer because her arousal is now dripping down my hand.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I hum as I add a second finger. Already, it’s a tight fit, and those two fingers aren’t half my girth. “What if I fuck your ass while I hold a vibrator to your pussy?”

“Walker,” she moans.

“What if I tie you up and tease you for hours until you beg me to make you come?” I add a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her out.

“Like BDSM? Do you have whips and chains hidden around here?”

“That’s more of a lifestyle choice, and I’m not that disciplined, but I do like control. I want to earn enough of your trust that you’ll do whatever I want, knowing that in the end, everything I do is to please you.” I leave out the part that I’m pretty sure the switch to this particular kink flipped the second she disappeared from my life and I had no control over anything. That’s beside the point.

“I trust you, Walker. Other than my mom, you’re the only other person I’ve given that to.”

“That makes me so fucking happy, Sunny. I promise I won’t ever betray that.” With one hand, I continue to finger fuck her, and with the other, I circle her swollen clit. One more orgasm, and she’ll be ready.

“Oh my god. You’re going to make me come again.” She buries her face into the mattress, fisting the sheets.

“Do it. Come for me, beautiful.”

Her back arches, lifting her ass even higher. I can’t help but lean over and bite into her cheek, which only seems to spur her on more. She cries out my name, the sound muffled as she clenches my fingers so tight, my cock weeps, knowing the next time I feel her spasms will be when she’s wrapped around it.

She whimpers as she comes down, and I pull out, using the arousal coating my fingers and my pre-cum to lube the head of my dick. I’m so overly sensitive, it’ll be a miracle if I last long enough to make her come a third time.

“Need to fuck you now.” I groan as I circle my cock around her entrance. She’s so wet for me, even after two orgasms.

“Please. It’s been too long. Fill me up.”

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

She rocks back against me, easing herself over the crown. “I won’t. My body remembers you. I know it does because I haven’t been this turned on since Vegas.”

I hope she’s right as I push into her slowly, gritting my teeth as I watch her body take me in. Gripping her butt cheek, I work myself in and out, getting deeper each time. She’s like a vice around me, squeezing the fuck out of my cock. It hurts in the best way possible.

“That’s a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well.”

“Only for you. No one else could ever make me feel this way.”

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I grind out the second my pelvis touches her ass. “Give me a minute.”

“Why? Having a hard time?” Her tone is playful as she wiggles her ass.

I chuckle and give her cheek a swat, relishing in her sharp intake of breath. “Bratty behavior earns punishments.”

Some women like the idea of being spanked but aren’t able to suspend reality enough to allow themselves to enjoy it. The first time is always a concern, but I should’ve known Skylar would like it, since everything about her was made for me.

“What behavior?” she asks coyly. “You mean this?”

Again, she rolls her hips, and again, I swat her ass, leaving a perfect handprint behind. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”