Protective (Mail Order Mountain Men #1)

Chapter Ten

Chevy

My rational brain is unplugged, hopefully vanished somewhere in some epic black hole, lost to this universe forever. I’ve always made fun of buddies who lose themselves in romance, but this feels pretty good.

Heather smiles up at me, panting as my hand wraps around her neck and my lips graze hers softly. “I can’t do this casually,” I say between kisses, moving over her neck and shoulders. “I knew that the second our first date was up. The second you came for me in that room. The second I saw your face in that car.”

“You protected me.”

I brush her hair back away from her face. “I want you to be mine to protect.”

Her mouth drops open, and a single tear falls down her face. “No one’s ever protected me like that before. It was hot the way you swooped in and took over, like you weren’t scared of anything.”

Being admired for what you offer people is one thing, but being admired for who you are is another thing completely. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I want her to feel the same tenfold.

My aching hands reach out and cup her breasts, palming at the fabric of her dress as I kiss my way down to her nipples. I take my time with each one, sucking and licking, biting and teething, growling and listening as she moans and whines in approval to each rough touch.

People say that going slow is imperative to a solid relationship, but I can’t stop myself. I need all of her, and I need it now.

“Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

Her mouth drops open as her glossy gaze fixes with mine. This is her fantasy. The one she talked about in the cabin pod.

She lowers to her knees and stares up at me, tugging my jeans to the floor before cupping her small hand around my cock and taking me into her throat.

“Fuck… that’s a good girl,” I moan, holding the back of her head as I guide her onto my dick over and over again.

She gags and sucks, taking her time to lick the base and tip in erratic motions that drive every sensation in my body wild with need.

I expect the need to be to orgasm, which it is, but it’s even more than that. I’m aching to taste her, and I’m desperate to wrap her tight little core around my cock and release.

“Good girl. Take my cock deep in your throat.” When she’s in as deep as she can go, I pull her off, creating a pop from her lips, then help her up from the ground before going down to the floor myself.

I kneel before her and lick the seam of her pussy, holding her hips tight as I slip between her folds and flick my tongue against her clit.

“Oh God!” She jumps and pants in my arms, grinding her hips up against my face as I devour her juices, desperate to spread them into my beard, eager to smell her as I sink into her core and finally release the tension that’s been building. Her small hands hold my shoulders tight as she scrubs against my face with need.

Fuck! I’m not gonna make it. I need to bend her over right now. “You taste so sweet.”

“Fuck me,” she whines. “Please! I need you to spread me open so bad!”

Those sounds. The high-pitched, needy cries. Oh, my fucking God.

I lick her soft little pussy one last time before sliding two fingers inside of her to bring all the sweet juices she’s made to the surface. “Lay back by the fire.” My tone is demanding, and I see in her willingness and soaking pussy that she loves every second of it.

Her thick frame lays back on two fuzzy floor pillows as I tuck her calves against my shoulder and edge my hard cock at her entrance.

“Woah,” she pants. “Go slow, okay?”

“Are you worried about a condom? We can wait if you—”

“No, that’s fine. I’m worried about your size.” She smiles nervously. “You’re huge.”

Well, now my ego is going to be unbearable. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen anything that long or thick before. So, go slow.”

The head of my cock grazes against her silky-smooth folds as I kiss her ankles and rub my hands down the length of her soft legs. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I’m feeling the same way,” she whines, her eyes on me.

I inch in further, slowly entering the warm, wet, slippery goodness of her body. “Don’t look away. I want to watch your face. I want every expression memorized as I take you.”

She drags in a staggered breath and moans, “Deeper.”

There are few times in my life that I remember completely, but this… this is something I’ll never forget. The way her hair melts around her pretty face. The way her skin glistens with sweat. The way her mouth drops open with each thrust. The way her sounds get more intense the deeper I go.

She struggles to keep her eyes open, but upon orders, she does it for me.

I thump harder and faster, prodding into her over and over again as I watch her tits shake and bounce.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m close. We need to slow down if we want this to last.”

“Me too, so don’t stop. You’re… you’re on this spot that’s so deep. Keep it right there and go harder!” She pants as she speaks, struggling to get the words out.

I grip her hips tighter and hold my speed steady as I slam into her over and over again, digging into her tight frame with focused intent until she’s screaming out for relief.

Her hands grip my forearms, and her legs bounce off my shoulders. Her mouth drops open, and the sweetest, most erotic sounds spill from her lips as she creams all over my hard cock.

When I think the show is over, I’m proven wrong as her tight pussy contracts around me. “Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t move.”

I grip her tighter and ride the wave of contractions, watching her face relax, listening to her moan, then all at once, like a wild flame shooting away from the sun, I explode inside of her.

People say there’s a timeline to love. They preach it like it’s a fact. You have to date for a certain number of years, go through a certain number of things, have a certain number of fights, before the feeling is valid. I don’t claim to understand feelings to the depth that some do, but as I release inside of her, I know for sure that loving someone isn’t set by a timeline.

Love is a weird thing. It’s an unexplainable energy that passes between two people. An overwhelming feeling that can’t be ignored. For some, it comes after years of dedication and trials. For us, it came swift and hard. Like a reality that was always known. Like a truth that was written in the stars. Like the one and only feeling I can’t deny. Like a story that was meant to be written.