Chapter Seven
Pace
Who would’ve known I’d find everything stuck in a tree?
Piper sleeps beside me, cuddled against my chest, trusting me to take care of her. To protect her. Things I swore I would do. Things I have no idea how to do. I have never had to take care of anyone else. I failed to take care of people I loved when it mattered most.
Still, once I had her here and she let me take care of her, I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else tending to her. Taking care of her is my job. Whether that means making her come for me, which I spent hours last night doing, washing her hair in the shower as she snuggles against me, or feeding her breakfast at two am, I am going to do it.
Smiling as I recall her nudging me awake and asking for pancakes, I let my fingertips slide down her chest. I licked syrup off her perfect tits after she made a mess of those pancakes. Then I made a mess between her thighs, and she licked my cum mixed with sweet maple syrup off her fingers.
“It is too early, honey,” she hums now, turning her back to my front.
Smiling even wider, I let her snuggle back against me. My arm bands over her front and I drop half a dozen kisses on her shoulder and neck. My chest aches as she laughs that sweet laugh. Jesus, how did I get this? How was I the mountain man who saved her from that tree last night?
“We can stay in bed all day, sweetheart,” I murmur against her ear.
“Good. Let’s do that. I am safe here with you,” she sounds tired.
Should have gone easier on her last night. On both of us. I have never been so insatiable for something before. I could not get enough of kissing her, touching her, letting her touch me. We were both a little clueless, our lack of experience showing but we had a good time learning together.
My cock jerks against her plump ass as I recall how much fun she had. On her knees beneath the table where I fed her pancakes then ate her pussy, she sucked my cock down her throat like a pro. Never felt anything so good. Her long, soft sucks and the teasing twist of her tongue... hell I am ruined .
Piper was looking for a mountain man—I am damn lucky I was the one she found.
“Do you believe that sweetheart?” I murmur as I brush my lips over the back of her neck.
I wait for her to go still or pull back from my embrace. She does neither. No, she snuggles back even closer, shaking her ass against me. I laugh and swat her ass playfully, loving the little moan she gives me. This woman will be the death of me, but it would be one helluva way to go.
“I do. Should I not?”
Piper turns on her back, staring up at me with those big brown eyes. I smile and nod my head. Yes, she ought to feel safe with me. I would never let anyone hurt her. Hell, I don’t want anyone to get close enough to hurt her. Just thinking about someone else touching her or getting her smiles makes me blind with jealous rage. I have to calm down or I will scare her off.
“Yes, you can believe it. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Piper.”
Her smile beams up at me as she combs her fingers through my hair. It sends a shudder through me, and I let her pull me down. Kissing her is the best fucking thing I’ve ever done. I suspect my addiction to eating her pussy is a close second. Once I get inside her, I know it won’t even come close. For now, kissing her is the most intimate thing I've ever done.
Piper curls into me, lacing her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer. Her tongue battles with mine, tasting still of syrupy sweetness. I suck at that sweetness, my hand lifting to cradle her jaw as the kiss deepens. Pushing me, she climbs atop me, her soft curves rubbing against me. I let my hands drop to grasp her hips as she bites at my bottom lip.
“Can we kiss for the rest of the day?” she hums before she's taking the kiss over again, pulling at my hair, pushing her body against mine.
Hell, yes, we can kiss for the rest of the day. We can go outside in the rain and kiss if she wants. Take another shower together where I get to soap every supple inch of her thick body. Lord, she is a piece of heaven. I know now why I never looked twice at women at the bars the way some of the other guys at the station do.
None of them were her, and it was always going to be her.
Straddling me now, she reminds me with a little swivel of her hips that we never bothered with clothes after pancakes last night. My groan as her wet folds slide against my hard cock vibrates against her mouth. The woman has the nerve to giggle before she twists her hips again. I smack her ass to warn her, and she gasps, pushing her tits into my chest, the budded nipples rubbing against my chest.
“Behave, woman,” I whisper between hot, hungry kisses. “I am doing my best to be a gentleman.”
“Do most gentlemen keep a woman prisoner? Is that just mountain men?”
Chuckling with her, I smack her ass again. I would keep her locked up here on the mountain if she let me. Now that I found her, I don't want to ever let her go. I am thankful this thunderstorm has gone on all night. It is still coming down out there, the skies gray, the wind whipping through the trees. She picked the perfect time to get stuck up here with me.
“Do you want to be let free, sweetheart?”
Pushing up on hands planted on my chest, she beams down at me. I Swear, that smile makes my heart come to life. “No, doc, I do not. I did not object to being tied down last night, did I?”
Growling again, I grip her ass as I drag her over my cock. No, she did not mind one bit. The first time I tasted her pussy, I lashed her hands to the bed, afraid she wouldn't let me get my fill of her. Not only did she let me eat her as long as I wanted—to no less than three orgasms—she let me tie her back up after we fooled around over pancakes. I tied her to the bed and let her lick all the syrup off my cock before I painted her tits with cum.
No, my little danger prone girl does not object to being tied down.
“Do not give me ideas, sweetheart,” I whisper against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Despite our shower a few hours ago, she smells like me now too and that drives me fucking nuts.
Piper laughs a little as she settles down on my chest, letting me hold her. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before. Not just with her, but with myself. With who I am when we’re together. We’ve talked all night ab about our various traumas—the loss of my family, how her father walked out on her family—and I told her things I've never dared tell anyone else.
She has been up here with me just a short time, going on our second day locked away from the storm, and I can’t stand the idea of her leaving. I know she has to. I realize we’ve not given any promises or put a label on whatever is going on between us. Despite that, without knowing all I need to know or her knowing all she should about me, I am certain of one thing.
Piper is the one doing the saving on this mountain.
“Tell me more about Bettie Buttons,” I urge, my hands smoothing over her silky skin, fingertips walking over each perfect curve.
Before she even starts talking, I sense her smile. It is in her voice; in the way she lets out a little sigh as she talks about her work. “Bettie was meant to be an outlet for me. Until she became a voice for me instead. My experiences became hers. All the good, all the bad, she went through it with me. I had no idea five years later I would still be writing and drawing her.”
“How about this experience, sweetheart? Good I hope?”
Sitting astride me, her dark hair tumbles past her shoulders in glossy waves, her skin shining in the morning sunshine. Moving to sit up with her, I wait for her answer, searching her eyes. Piper cannot hide what she is feeling in those big, honey brown eyes. They’ve let me know since I got her out of that tree how she feels, when she’s needing something more from me. I cradle her face, watch those eyes as she smiles shyly. Jesus, she’s adorable.
“Pace it’s been.... the very best experience. I’m not sure if I’ll write about it. I want to keep it to myself. Just us. Everything I go through, Bettie goes through too. Not this. I want this just for me. Is that weird?”
Beaming up at her as pride, adoration, joy, and a ton of other emotions swirl inside of me, I nod. “No sweetheart, it can be just us. Just you and me.”
Something shifts in the air between us. I can’t be sure what it is. We’ve shared lots of moments since I carried her out of that tree, but this one seems different. It seems more...absolute. Bending closer, her hands tunneled in my hair, she lets out a little sigh. Then her lips are on mine as she kisses me again, rendering me powerless, speechless, breathless as she claims me.
Piper loves talking about the mountain men she came here to find. For research she claims, for her Bettie Buttons storyline. I call bullshit. I think we both know why she came up here. Finding her in the tree was not our first time meeting. We’ve not talked about it, but we saw each other the other day. With her perched at her desk while I stood on the corner with the other guys, we shared a moment without ever saying a word to each other.
Her breath is sweet against my mouth, her voice trembling as she speaks on a soft, needy whisper. “Pace. I want...I want this. You. Us . Can we...I mean, I want us to...”
Between us, my cock swells as she twists her hips. We both want the same thing. Hell, I’ve barely held back from pinning her beneath me and rutting like a wild animal. It has been there from the moment we locked eyes in town. I want her. I want this too, us, I want something with her. We’ve not talked about what comes next. I think we’re afraid to.
Once this storm is over, if this is all I have with her, it will be enough.
“Yes, baby, we can. Come here, Piper, come here sweet girl,” I hum as my hands slide up her back, cupping her shoulders as I move too.
Piper shifts her hips, and I hiss as she rubs her hot, wet folds over my jutting cock. Tangling one of her hands in my hair, the other drops between us. We both stop breathing. The entire world shrinks down to this moment. With her fingers wrapped around me, she guides me between her thighs, lifting her hips to poise herself to take me.
My fingers bruise her skin, I grip her so tightly. Slowly, achingly, deliciously slow, she drops slowly, taking me inside her. I hear trumpets and birds singing as her heat wraps around me. Wet, tight, perfect. Letting out a little moan, she rocks forward to take me deeper, until I am as deep as I can get.
“That’s it. That’s it, baby,” I whisper, both of us fixated on the spot where we join, where she grips me tightly inside of her. “Move when you need to. We can...oh, hell, baby.... that’s good. That’s so fucking good.”
Piper giggles before he moans again as she slides down my length. One hand still fists my hair, the other clawing at my chest. Beneath her touch, my heart thunders. I watch her face as she starts to take me again, and again, fucking me slowly, dragging her wet pussy along my aching cock at a torturous pace. I stare up at her, completely transfixed, totally bewitched.
“Pace,” she moans, head falling against mine, breath panting against my lips.
“Kiss me, baby,” I command, fingers sinking deeper into her hips.
That sweet mouth sealing to mine is an answer to all the questions. All the thoughts I had just days ago about being alone up here. About being alone forever. I don’t have to be alone or drown in my grief and guilt. I can be happy with someone. I can have happiness despite so much sadness.
Cradling her close, I lose track of time as we make love. Our mouths stay hungry, our hands searching, learning each other. After she comes the first time, I take over, pinning her beneath me. Gathering her hands above her head, I tie them again, wanting to have more control of her. She gives it to me because she understands my needs. Just the way I understand hers.
“Mine,” I whisper against her mouth as I move into her, the bed thumping rhythmically against the wall. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Say it. Let me hear it, Piper. Tell me you belong to me,” I growl before I nip at her lip. Piper cries out as another orgasm builds inside her. I stop move, stop working to get here there and she whimpers.
“Yes, honey. Yes, I am . I want to be. I am yours , I promise.”
“Fuck, that’s it. Say it again. Say it again, baby,” I plead, rocking my hips faster, pushing deeper, harder, overcome with need.
“Pace, I am. You’re mine too. Say it for me too, honey,” she demands.
“Yes, baby, I am. All fucking yours. Prove it, make me cum inside your tight little pussy. Go ahead, choke my cock.... ah, fuck, that’s it.”
Crying out together, she does as I command and makes me come. I refuse to pull out of her. Not ready to let the connection go. I smack her ass when she tries to move, mumbling about her weight on me. I want her weight on me, beside me, cradled close for the rest of my fucking life.
Now, to tell a woman who got scared up a tree by a rabbit that a big, surly mountain man wants her for keeps.