9. Avery
AVERY
“I would never picture a man like you living in a place like this.”
Still reeling from our session, I walk through the enormous living room and into the kitchen, watching the sun rise out the tall windows facing the mountain. Snow falls gently in the distance, and thin streaks of light penetrate the clouds. The view is incredible. Unreal.
“No?” Rourke chuckles. “Where would you picture me? Down in a city? Dressed in the latest fashion?”
I’m wearing one of his T-shirts now, and it twists around my thighs as I turn back to face him. He’s still shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs that barely hold back his…unit. I start to tingle as my eyes follow the lines of his muscles.
“No, the mountain definitely suits you. But, Rourke, this place is so beautiful. I could stare at it all day.”
He raises his chin and drags his eyes up my body.
“I’ve got something else I could stare at all day.”
My chest warms, and my cheeks start to prickle as he steps up and wraps his arms around me. It’s hard to believe this magnificent mountain man is holding me—treating me like I belong to him.
He slips his middle finger up and under the hem of my shirt, and I let out a tiny gasp as he gently teases my clit. The jolt goes straight through me, and he captures my cry with his lips, kissing me deeply, slowly.
“Can I make you some breakfast?” he asks. “I normally just have a smoothie and a protein bar, but I can make you some eggs if you’d like. Or pancakes? Or both? I’ve got bacon—”
“Oh, come on,” I sigh. “Don’t tell me you can cook too.”
He shrugs, running his hands up my thighs and grabbing my ass with just the right amount of pressure.
“It’s just one of my…many talents.”
Before I can respond, he spanks me, causing my breath to catch. He turns, and I spank him back, realizing for the first time that he’s got a great butt. Sculpted, muscled, and a bit of a bubble if I’m being honest.
My mind goes blank as I watch him move across the kitchen, gathering ingredients, preparing them, working the stove like a master chef. The sunlight continues to rise, bathing the entire room in a golden glow.
I don’t say a single word as he cooks, and by the time my eggs, bacon, and pancakes are ready, I feel like I’ve been swept into another world.
“Eat up,” he says, setting my meal in front of me.
“I guess you really meant it when you called me princess.” I wink, stuffing my mouth with scrambled egg. I didn’t realize just how hungry I was until now. The taste overwhelms me, and I moan. “Oh my God, these might be the best eggs I’ve ever had. No. They are the best eggs I’ve ever had.”
“Just wait until you see what else I make.”
He sits down in front of me and digs in. We watch each other eat as the sun continues to rise. His muscles practically glow in the golden light.
“So you were ready to leave it all behind.”
I stop, fork in hand. I know what he’s getting at. He had to bring it up at some point.
“I mean, what would you do if your father sold you off like cattle?”
He nods in agreement. “You have no one else to go to? No family? A boyfriend?”
I frown. “You think if I had a boyfriend we’d have done…what we did?”
Rourke just smiles. “What about friends?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I have one, Tiff, but she went off to school, and we haven’t talked in a while.”
He nods and tears off a piece of my bacon. “What about your mom?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Mom died when I was twelve. Car crash. Wouldn’t that have been ironic if I died that way too?”
Rourke chuckles grimly. “Ironic wouldn’t be the first word I’d use.”
The next thing I know, he’s pulling his stool up beside me and has his big, muscled arm around my waist.
“Life hasn’t been easy on you, has it, angel?”
I see the true concern in his eyes and start to melt. Kindness like this is actually foreign to me.
“You get used to it.” I shrug. “But then again, you must have a story too. Why else would a hunk like you be out here all alone for…how many years?”
“Three,” he replies.
My eyes go wide. “Wow. And that doesn’t feel like solitary confinement?”
He shrugs. “Trust me. It’s way better than the alternative.”
My manners tell me not to push it, but I can’t help myself. I need to know.
“And that alternative would be…?”
Rourke sighs and looks out the windows at the snow. He’s silent for a moment, but I let him be.
“I’ve never told anyone this.” His voice is low, restrained. “And I swore I never would.”
An urge to comfort him fills me, and I take his arm and squeeze.
“You can trust me,” I assure him. “Besides, it’s not like you’re ever going to let me leave, right?”
That draws a small smile out of him, and he turns back to me.
“Avery, I was in the CIA.”
His words take a moment to sink in, but when they do, it all makes sense. His combat skills, his military items, and his suspicion of me when I first arrived.
“I was a bad man. I did bad things. Off the book.” His eyes darken. “We were chasing an even worse man, but he had a mole in the agency. I knew if I didn’t get out, I’d be dead.”
I nod slowly. “So that’s why you’re here?”
“That’s why I’m here.”
He opens his mouth but stops. He’s holding something back. Slowly, I caress his thigh with my hand.
“What? What is it, Rourke?”
He brings his eyes to mine and takes a deep breath.
“That man I was after, Avery. That man was the man you were running from. That man was Damon Vale.”
Everything stops—including my brain. All I can do is nod robotically, like I’m in a trance, as I try to process everything I just heard.
“So…that’s why you don’t want me leaving here.”
He nods. “Damon Vale is more dangerous than you know, angel. And he won’t stop looking for you, just out of principle. But if you’re here with me, you’re safe.”
My heart pounds hard like a fist trying to shatter my ribcage. The terrible reality of the situation comes crashing down on me, and I brace myself against the counter.
“That means…I could have led him to you…” Panic grips me. I stand, shaking my arms as my blood goes cold. “You came up here to be safe, and now I might have—”
Rourke covers my mouth with his hand—so rough and so strong. I gaze up into his eyes. They’re warm and comforting. He shakes his head, running his other hand up my back, soothing me gently.
“Don’t even think that, angel. I’ve been living the last three years of my goddamn life up here alone. I didn’t even know what I was missing. And then you showed up.”
My heart leaps. I realize I’m quivering as he slowly removes his hand from my lips, then kisses me delicately.
“I can’t live without you, angel. You are my life, and Damon Vale can bring as many men as he fucking wants, but he’s never going to hurt you. Not ever.”
My mouth opens to respond, but I don’t get a chance. Rourke sweeps my legs out from under me with one arm and cradles me down to the floor with the other. He lays me down on the rug beneath him, and with one swift pull, nearly tears his T-shirt off me.
My legs fall apart instinctively, and I watch as he tugs off his briefs, exposing his massive erection. I know I’ve seen it once, but I still can’t make sense of its size. It must be as thick as my wrist. It’s the only one I’ve ever seen, but I’m sure Rourke puts all other men to shame.
“I’m going to make you mine, Avery,” he growls, a fierce determination in his eyes. “It’s time to fully seal the bond between us.”
I feel it for sure now. Beneath his primal dominance, the fierce gravel in his voice, the immovable desire, is that one thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to feel. That thing that sets my heart on fire and tells me to fully submit. I’m dying now to be fully taken by him. To be fully his.
“Yes,” I whisper, spreading my legs fully as he lowers himself, letting the tip of his cock press against my mound. “I want it, Rourke. Take me.”
“Goddamn,” he grunts, his voice dripping with lust. “Avery, if I take you now, that means there’s no going back. You can’t run. Your life is mine, and mine is yours. Do you understand?”
I nod without hesitation.
“I understand,” I whimper. “Now shut up and take me.”
A devilish smile crosses his lips, and I feel my arousal start to drip down my thighs and ass. I couldn’t be more ready. Like before, he grinds against me, pressing the swollen shaft of his cock over my clit. My body jerks, and I whimper as his thick tip presses against my hole.
“After this, angel, you’re mine forever.”
“Forever,” I repeat. “Make me yours, Rourke.”
He presses his hips forward, and I gasp as I feel myself expand, giving way to his massive size. My slick opening parts for him, and my entire body goes taut.
“This may hurt at the beginning,” he groans. “But only for a second.”
I take a breath as he pushes deeper, and sure enough, there’s a split second of pain.
But it’s gone in an instant as a pulsing ecstasy takes over, lavishing my body in waves of pleasure.
My willing pussy spreads for him, stretching, succumbing to his enormity.
I light up. It’s so hot to feel my body change as he takes me.
His rough hands cup my breasts as he continues, giving me more of his seemingly unending inches.
Then, finally, he bottoms out inside of me, his balls pressing against my ring.
My head falls back, and I cry out his name as my heels wrap around his sculpted waist. Testing the waters, I rock my hips back against his, and my head starts to spin as a new kind of pleasure tears through me.
It’s so deep, beyond anything I’ve ever been able to give myself, even with the use of my toy.
He leans in and kisses me, capturing my mouth with his.
The passion in his tongue ignites me. All I want to do is please this man, and as he begins to thrust, I feel my pussy clamp down, gripping him as he slides in and out.
The pleasure is almost too much to handle.
My head starts to spin, and my vision begins to cloud as he fucks me.
“What a delicious little cunt,” he growls, his dirty talk somehow enhancing the already overwhelming sensations. “Every time I pull back, it pulls me back in.”
My eyes roll back as my hands aimlessly explore his physique—his shoulders, his biceps, his chest. His rock-hard muscles flex as he slides in and out of me, each thrust reverberating through the hard wood floor.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls tight as he picks up speed, plunging his full length as deep as it will go, leaving behind all tenderness—except what’s left in his kiss.
I feel it there as I moan my mewls of ecstasy into his throat.
Love. There’s love in each kiss that is like a shot of adrenaline, causing my whole body to quiver as he fucks me deeply.
He was right; the pain was momentary. Gone in a flash.
All that’s left is bliss. A magnificent, mind shattering bliss that has he gasping for breath as I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me.
With every thrust, his washboard abs titillate my clit.
His hold on my hair remains tight, as if to say, you belong to me.
“You love it, don’t you, angel?” he growls, staring down into my eyes, his filled with possession. “Being mine.”
“Yes!” I cry out. “I’m yours!”
His grip on me tightens. His muscles flex and seem to swell. Sweat drips down from his chest and onto mine. My pussy is soaked. We’re one big mess of love and passion. He groans as he ruts deep, causing my body to shift up the rug with each thrust. I’ll have a red mark there tomorrow.
“I feel that juicy little cunt stretching around my cock. You’re so wet, princess. But you’ll be wetter when I fill you with my cum.”
“Oh my God…”
“Come with me, baby. Let me feel that delicious pussy come all over this cock. Give me that honey.”
His words scorch me. I ignite in an instant and cry out as my orgasm boils up inside me, growing and growing like a bomb about to explode.
“That’s it. Mold that sweet hole to my cock. My cock. The only one you’ll ever have.”
“Only yours…” I whisper, seconds from losing all control.
“Let me feel you come on it, beautiful, and I’ll go off with you.”
He kisses me, and as he presses his tongue against mine and his firm stomach stimulates my clit, I crash over the edge.
“Here I come, angel,” he groans. “Feel my cum spray into that hot little hole. I’m gonna breed you like you deserve to be bred.”
It’s like a clap of thunder goes off as my entire body stiffens.
My vision blurs, a low hum obliterates all other sounds, and my eyes clench shut as I snatch his body to mine.
And then I feel it. The hot, powerful, intense spray of his release, shooting deep inside with more force than I could imagine.
Again and again, his thick cock throbs and pulses until he finally buries himself all the way to the hilt.
His body jolts, and he growls into my mouth.
His entire body flexes, his muscles like ropes of hard metal under my hands, against my legs.
I let out a desperate mewl as the last wave of my orgasm milks the cum from his cock.
We hold each other for a long moment, sweaty and gasping for breath, until finally, he rises up and brushes my hair back.
“Now it’s official, angel,” he says, his voice low. “You are mine. You’ve got my cum deep inside of you, right where it belongs.”
I nod, wonderfully helpless beneath his enormity.
“It’s so warm,” I giggle, running my fingers over my mountain man’s arms. A dangerous man who I know will never hurt me.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, angel. Plenty more.”
And I’ll be ready.