Chapter 18 #2
Her body undulates under me, her fingers tightening in my hair, nails scoring my scalp as she grinds against my face.
Taking what I give her.
Taking what she needs.
I suck her clit into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it viciously, making her twist and buck, then back off slightly, alternating between long, slow explorations of every inch of her and faster movements that have her hips bowing up.
By the time I slide two fingers into her slick cunt, she’s already so close that her entire body is rigid, poised to be pushed over that cliff to plunge into the bliss waiting below.
I slide my other my hand underneath her ass, grasping her and holding her in place while I feast on her relentlessly.
Until she’s breathless.
Until she’s gasping and moaning my name and begging for release.
When she finally tenses, her pussy rippling along my fingers and grinding against my seeking mouth, I’m so close to coming myself that I almost do with her.
Because seeing Lucky come undone, watching her unravel, seeing the pieces of those walls she’s built break away, is enough to get me off, even without her touch.
This is all I need.
Just us.
I may love this mountain. I may love my family. But if it came down to it, I would choose her every time.
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LUCKY
With the heat of the roaring fire beside us and flames of ecstasy still licking across my skin after my orgasm, I watch Liam with half-lidded eyes as he climbs over my body and takes my mouth with a soul-claiming kiss.
And he can have it.
It’s his.
I don’t know the exact moment I lost it to Liam McBride, whether it was when he saved Gizmo, when he laughed at my theft accusation, when he helped me clean up my mess at the diner, when he walked me home to ensure I got there safely in what is undoubtedly one of the safest places in the world, when he first kissed me in the store, when he stopped me from running, or when he learned the truth and nothing in the way he looked at me changed.
There have been so many times I’ve been spellbound and left speechless by this man, and this is one of them.
Any words I might have said are swallowed by his mouth on mine, lost in a flood of desire for him.
I groan against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching up to pin his hard cock between us as he kisses me like the only thing that exists in this moment is the two of us.
Giving in to it is so easy.
So natural.
As if right here with this man is where I was always meant to be.
My mind spins with that possibility and with everything that happened today. The crazy juxtaposition over only a handful of hours that led us to this cabin, in this storm, with this fire going beside us and our bodies now slick with sweat and desire instead of cool rain.
A horrible morning filled with reliving some of the worst moments of my life was somehow turned into something else completely.
He’s taken me from the dark place I was in after, to this bright, happy, contented one, where the promise of all those things I never had overwhelms me instead of fear of what’s coming.
His mouth still moving over mine, Liam reaches between us and guides his cock to my entrance, sliding into me on a long, languid glide that makes me tip my head back on a groan.
My pussy ripples and clenches around him, and I score my nails across his back, arching into him and giving myself to him completely.
He buries himself in me all the way to the hilt, a deep rumble moving through his chest and mine. “Fuck, I love you, Bluebell.”
The heated words murmured against my skin send as much pleasure coursing through me as being with him like this does. Because it isn’t bullshit. He isn’t another man like Brad, telling me what I want to hear and making promises he never intends to keep.
He’s the real deal.
And he’s mine.
Just like I’m his.
That single word from earlier was enough to shatter the last of my defenses, to allow me to break down those final bricks I tried to hide behind. It washed away any sort of regret for anything that got me here to Liam.
Because I’ve never been anyone’s anything before.
Instead of feeling controlled by his possessive statement, by the way he has me pinned beneath him, by the feral look in his eyes, it feels like being branded with a mark I never want to lose.
Liam captures my hands and pushes them above my head, holding my wrists together and keeping me in place. His eyes never leave mine as he drags his hips back and slowly pushes into me again, the rhythm he sets so slow, so sensual, that it truly feels like being taken completely by this man.
Like I’m his.
Unable to control my own reaction, the tears start to pool in my eyes.
He dips his head and kisses them away before they trickle down my temples to the soft rug beneath us. “Please don’t cry.”
I made so many promises to myself that I wouldn’t again, but since arriving in McBride Mountain, they’ve all vanished like the mist does as the sun rises over the mountain.
Burned away by the bright sunlight that overtakes the darkness the same way Liam’s shining heart forced away the darkness I’ve lived with for so long.
But these are happy tears.
The type I can’t remember ever crying before…
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, the intensity with which he looks at me while he moves so slowly and deliberately inside me enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. “Don’t ever apologize to me for anything, Lucky.”
It’s hard to break myself of that habit learned at a young age. Whenever anything went wrong in one of my temporary homes, apologies were self-preservation. Sometimes, the only thing that could be done or said to prevent things from getting worse.
And there are so many other things I want to say to him.
Words that have sat on the tip of my tongue but that I’ve been too damn afraid to say.
But even if I could manage my fear, my ability to speak them is stolen by the power of his strong, hard body driving into me at such a torturously slow pace.
He pulls back abruptly, using his grip on my wrists and his other arm around my body to drag me upright with him, so I’m sitting on his cock with my knees on either side of him.
Chest to chest.
Face to face.
Not a single inch of space exists between us.
And it feels like two halves of a whole clicking together.
He pushes so deep into me that I drop my head onto his shoulder and bite into the flesh. His hips buck, and he grasps my ass, slowly lifting me, dragging me up and down his cock and helping my movements as I kiss every inch of him that I can reach—his shoulder, his chest, his cheeks, his mouth.
The fire crackles and burns beside us. The soft rug beneath us brushes my skin. His cock splitting me wide. Our shared breaths. All the sensations are too much, so overwhelming that the tears keep flowing despite me trying to rein them in.
But it’s a cathartic release I’ve needed so badly.
For the first time in a long time, it feels like there’s hope for a future. Not just for me, but together with him in this place that has somehow felt like home even when I knew I couldn’t stay.
I have to trust that Attorneys Truman and Snow will find a way out of this quagmire and that those who hurt me will get what’s coming their way. I have to believe that we’re safe here on McBride Mountain, that the arms wrapped around me won’t ever let me fall.
And I finally do.
We move together fluidly, Liam’s kisses sending my head spinning wildly, even as heat builds in my core that matches the fire. Every nerve in my body flares as brilliantly as the flames, and I come hard, bucking on his lap, clenching around his cock, screaming down his throat.
He issues a groan of approval and continues to move me on top of him when I lose the rhythm, keeping us going until I finally sag against him.
But he isn’t done with me yet. Liam lifts me off his hard cock and turns me quickly, settling me onto my shaking hands and knees on the rug while holding me up with his strong arm around my waist.
And then he’s entering me again from behind, driving so deep my strangled gasp echoes around the cabin.
His free hand slides down to find my hyper-sensitive clit, and I jerk on him at the slightest brush of his fingertips. He overwhelms me in every way possible.
Lips on my neck.
Breath on my skin.
Fingers playing my clit.
Cock moving inside me in harsh thrusts.
“You can come again for me, Bluebell.” He grazes his teeth over my ear. “I want you to as I come inside you. We do this together.”
Together.
He doesn’t have the experience to understand what he’s asking from me, to fully comprehend what he’s trying to coax out of my already wrung-out body.
But as he alters the angle of his hips slightly, and the head of his cock catches that perfect spot inside of me, that flash of heat that warns of an impending orgasm ignites again.
My body is in his control.
His thrusts become more erratic, his hold on me tighter, and he buries his face in my neck, the strain of his rigid muscles against me as he tries to hold back, tries to wait for me long enough for me to finally let go.
This one blindsides me, hitting me with the force that the cascading river does the pool at the base of the falls. Pleasure courses through me, and my pussy clasps around him, giving him exactly what he wanted.
Liam’s hips jerk, and he drives in impossibly deep, his teeth digging into my shoulder as he comes inside me.
Held up only by his arm around me, I start to sag as he does, and he rolls us onto our sides on the rug, tugging the blanket over us as he buries his face against my neck.
We lie motionless for an eternity.
Listening to the sounds of the fire, the rain, and our labored breaths.
Feeling our sweat-slickened skin pressed to each other.
Knowing things have changed.
Then he slowly pulls his half-hard cock free and turns me toward him, fully wrapping me in the warmth and safety of his arms and his home—this beautiful place built with so much hard work and filled with so much love.
He brushes hair from my face, trailing his fingertips across my temple, then down across my cheek to my lips. “What are you thinking about?”
“This place.”
One of his coppery brows arches. “McBride Mountain?”
I shake my head. “No. Your cabin. How much I love it. How absolutely perfect it is.”
He grins at me. “You know we can change anything you don’t like.”
The offer returns tears to my eyes, but I pull his hand to my mouth fully, pressing my lips to the calloused palm. “There isn’t anything I don’t like. I love everything about this place…and about you.”
It’s the first time I’ve said those words to him—to anyone—and his gaze flashes, as if he hadn’t expected them despite what we’ve shared.
“I love you too, Bluebell.” His hand slides to my lower back, drawing me even closer, and he uses the other to take my cheek and draw my mouth to his for a sweet brush of his lips. “Welcome home.”
Those two words…
Ones I have longed for my entire life.
No one ever said them to me.
And nowhere else felt like one.
They were places I stayed with people who were sometimes good to me and oftentimes indifferent. They were physical roofs over my head that offered me shelter but no warmth. They were temporary stopping-off points that moved me forward in time but not in life.
But it now means something here with him, in this place.
Because after twenty-two years without one, I’ve finally found a home in Liam McBride.