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

Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Skylar

Walker makes love to my pussy. There’s no other way to describe the fluid way he eats me out. It makes me feel like I’m on a cloud, gently being pulled toward something spectacular.

I weave my fingers in his hair, finding the movement of his head just as erotic as that of his tongue. His hands rest on my inner thighs, his thumbs spreading my outer lips, and he moans. He moans like I’m his favorite flavor of dessert, like he can’t get enough of me, no matter how hard he tries.

When we were younger, I was so nervous he didn’t like it, that I tasted weird, that his tongue would get tired. Most of the time, I’d just pull him back up after a minute or two, saying I wanted to come with him inside me. Now that I’m older, Walker’s newfound talents are superior enough that there isn’t one string of anxiety pulling at me. I feel nothing but pleasure as I enjoy myself.

Ever so slowly, he brings me closer and closer until he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. Then I’m free falling, holding him in the spot I need him most. My back arches, and I cry out as two fingers slide inside me, moving in a “come hither” motion, stroking my G-spot. How does he know exactly how to pleasure me?

“Oh my god. That felt so good,” I say through panting breaths.

He wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh, his wet beard scratching against the sensitive skin, and even that’s sexy to me. “I could eat you all day long, sweetheart. You taste so good, and the way your body responds turns me on.”

“Then get up here so I can make you feel just as good.” I pull him up and push him onto his back.

I wasn’t lying when I told him I could lie on the back of my head without it hurting, but when Walker fucks me, he fucks me, and I’m not so sure that wouldn’t cause me some pain.

“Take off your boxers,” I say.

“Take off your bra,” he replies.

Once we’re both free of any clothing, I throw a leg over his hips and straddle him. His hard length is resting on his stomach, so I lower until my pussy lips are wrapped around it. I’m wet enough to lubricate him as I slide up and down, watching his slit weep with pre-cum. I reach down and swipe a finger through the liquid and suck it off.

“I love the way you taste too.”

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He plays with my overly sensitive breasts. As the days have gone on, my nipples have become tender, and he can no longer tug on them the way he used to. But now, they’re so sensitive that even the lightest graze makes my clit tingle. “Put me inside you, sweetheart.”

I lift up and grip the base of his shaft, slowly taking him into my body. He fills me almost to the point of pain, but it feels so good to be stretched around him.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” His hands grip my thighs.

I grind on him, loving the way he watches my breasts sway, as if I’m hypnotizing him. It makes me feel so sexy and powerful. Without realizing it, another orgasm builds, and I reach between my legs to rub circles on my clit as I chase yet another high. He pushes my hand out of the way and takes over. Reaching behind me, I grip his bent knees and come even harder than the first time.

“I don’t know what it is about sex and pregnancy, but I swear, I can come over and over and over now.”

“It’s because there’s increased blood flow to?—”

“Shut up, Walker.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sits up a little and slaps my butt. “Turn around. I want to play with your little asshole as you ride me.”

“You’re so dirty.”

“Only for you.” He lies back as I reposition myself. “Now lean forward, baby. Give me a show.”

I do as he says, but it takes me some time to figure out a movement that works for me and doesn’t feel awkward. Kneeling, I place my hands on his outstretched legs and move up and down, rotating my hips a little with the downward movement so the head of his cock hits the place inside me that makes me see stars.

After a minute or two, I’m chasing yet another orgasm. That’s when I feel a wet finger press against my back entrance. I tense for a second, but when Walker groans low in his chest, as if nothing has ever turned him on more, I bite into my lower lip and pop my ass out just a little more.

Walker is the kind of man every woman dreams of; he’s not just kind and generous with me, he’s like that with strangers too. And despite his surly reputation, everyone in town loves him. Not to mention how irresistibly attractive he is. His chiseled body is drool-worthy, his smile brightens the darkest days, and his cock is perfect.

Knowing he’s losing his mind right now because of me is a heady feeling I can’t get enough of. It’s as addicting as the man himself.

“Need you to get there, Sunny. When I come, I want it to be with your pussy clamping down on me, milking me dry. Can you do that for me?”

I want that too, so I double my efforts, but it’s not until his deft finger pushes in up to his second knuckle that I fly over the edge. My jaw clenches tight as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. I lose control over what my body does as instinct takes over, which is good, because the sensations are overwhelming, clearing my mind of all thoughts.

Walker lets out a string of curses that make no sense, but somehow, I understand, because it’s exactly what I would be yelling if every muscle in my body wasn’t coiled tight. Nothing has ever felt this good, and I’m almost sad when the high wanes and I start to come down. But then I feel a rush of warmth fill me, and it satisfies some animalistic need I’d never admit to as a woman who likes to think she’s independent.

“Je-sus,” Walker draws out, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. One hand settles on my belly while the other cups a breast, and he buries his face in my neck as we both catch our breaths. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

He nips my shoulder. “Stellar performance. Seriously, ten out of ten. Damn sure will fucking hit that again.”

Laughter bursts out of me unexpectedly. After a day like today, I wouldn’t think it possible for me to feel so light, but here I am. “You’re an idiot.”

“Shit. You’re going to make me hard again. Your laughing is squeezing the shit out of me.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No, but if we’re going for round two, we need a shower first.” He reaches under my thighs and lifts me off him before standing. I scream for him to put me down, because this is the most awkward way he has ever carried me, but he holds tight, only stopping to lower me to my feet when we’re in the shower.

He mashes a bunch of buttons, getting the temperature just right. With the dual-facing heads, we watch each other soap up our own bodies. It’s so intimate seeing the way he washes himself down, although I think the extra couple strokes he gives his semi-hard cock are more for my benefit, just like the way I pay extra attention to my breasts is for his.

By the time we’re clean, we’re so worked up, we get dirty all over again before we even have a chance to leave the shower.

The next day, I’m in the kitchen making us lunch since he has been working all morning. He has his first customers coming in just three weeks for a hike up the mountain where there’s fresh powder to snowshoe in.

Before that happens, he signed his employees and himself up for refresher courses on everything from safety to first aide. Rowan, Ridge, Wilder, and Walker are also due for their NASAR recertification this year, so he has been studying for that as well.

Then, there’s the business side of things Walker hates but I’ve taken an interest in. It’s clear Walker loves researching all the new industry tech, interacting with customers, and taking them on excursions, but judging by how disorganized his invoicing, taxes, and books are, he doesn’t enjoy that aspect of running his company. So today, I’ve been poking around his programs and seeing if it’s something I might be able to take over for him.

It feels good to be productive and know I’m helping in some way. My brain was never something I was praised for growing up. Matter of fact, Dad constantly told me not to worry about things like grades or getting a job, since he’d make sure I was always taken care of. The only times he showed pride in me was when I helped make meals for his brothers or babysat their children.

I can’t explain how degrading it was to only be recognized when I was doing domestic work. Feeling like a second-class human because I was born with a vagina made me resent him and club life, but I didn’t see a way out. From the outside, I’m sure I look just as pathetic for using one man to get away from another. It’s something I battle with. But then I see my husband, and my heart fills with love. I can’t look at my situation from the outside; I have to consider the real-world factors that make it unique.

Walker’s cell rings from where he left it on the counter. He’s in his home office, so I pick it up and see it’s Wilder.

“Hello?” I answer, heading over to hand the phone to Walker.

“Oh, Skylar. Hey.” He sounds off, which has me stopping in my tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just need to talk to Walker. Is he around?”

“He will be once you tell me what’s going on. Does it have to do with me?”

“Sky, it’s best I tell Walker first.” If it wasn’t about me, he’d deny it, which means it is.

“If it’s about me, I deserve to know.”

He blows out a breath. “It’s a clusterfuck. All those Broken Rebel guys have invaded downtown. There have to be more than thirty of them. I can’t tell them to leave because, so far, they’re being respectful, but they’re making everyone nervous.”

I chew the inside of my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m becoming all too familiar with the feeling of a panic attack coming on.

“Why would they do that?” I ask.

“Can’t be certain, darlin’, but you need to stay the hell home until they leave. I get the feeling this is an intimidation tactic.”

“Before I hand the phone over, can I ask you a question?” I sink onto Walker’s ugly leather recliner.

“Sure.”

“Do you think I should go back? Is all of this worth it? First with Jazzy, then the pig, and now this? I just don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I mean, I know how Walker feels, but he loves me. I need an objective opinion. Since I know you’ll be honest, I think you’re the right person to ask.”

“The fuck?” Walker asks from the hallway where he must’ve been eavesdropping. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Here’s what I believe,” Wilder says, and I hold Walker’s gaze as I listen. “Standing up for what’s right and protecting the innocent is not only my job. Those values are embedded in my DNA. You’re innocent, Skylar, and these assholes are nothing but bullies, so I will protect you with my life. All that said, if I were in your situation, I can’t say I wouldn’t be thinking about sacrificing myself for the safety of others.”

“Thanks, Wilder.”

“But Skylar?” he asks, catching me right before I hand the phone over. “I’ve never been in love, but I’d imagine if I was, I’d protect my woman with everything in me. And if she threw that away and left me, it would cut deep. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah. I do. Here’s Walker.” I hand him the phone and watch as his face transforms from simple anger to absolute rage at the news of the club taking over his town. “Fucking arrest them all.”

I’m sure Wilder’s telling him the same thing he told me. If they aren’t doing anything wrong, his hands are tied. But I have a feeling the crime rate in this sleepy town is about to go up.