Mountain Dreams (Mountain Man Curvy Romance Bundles Book 1)

by Sara Hazel

  “Of course not. But there is another option than that recliner.”

  “What’s that?”

  I stand up and go to her. I take her hands in mine and kiss the top of her head.

  “Hmmmm,” she says. “This feels like it’s gonna get a little too nice, mister.”

  “I promise you I won’t try anything that you don’t want to do. But let’s get you back into the bed and I’ll take the floor.”

  “I—I think I’d rather you—um, sleep next to me on the bed? Maybe even hold me all night? I’d feel a lot safer. But we’ll just leave the lights on, okay? Because I don’t like the dark right now.”

  “Anything you want, baby girl,” I reply. “If you need lights, then you get lights.”

  We head back to the bedroom, but this time hand in hand. I only let go of her small warm hand long enough for her to crawl into the bed and get in position on her side. I move in behind her, and she snuggles up against me.

  “Better already,” she whispers.

  I wrap one arm around her and pull her even closer to me. I can’t help myself. I kiss the back of her head.

  “Angela, you and I are inevitable.”

  “No one’s ever said anything like that to me. This is the first time I’ve ever been held too,” she whispers.

  “If I can help it, I’m gonna be the only man who ever has that privilege.”

  “Go to sleep, Rowan,” she says. She giggles as she says it. “And put that thing stabbing me in my butt away.”

  “I can’t help it around you,” I reply. “I’ve never been this turned on in my life.”

  She giggles again. “Good.”

  Yeah, she may not have any experience with this, but she does know exactly what she’s doing, and I love every second of it.

  Angela

  *

  Rowan’s arm doesn’t move from me all night. I still can’t sleep, because I’m worried about everything and my mind is racing. But at least now I’m in the perfect position, with a strong man’s arms wrapped around me to keep me safe.

  It really does feel amazing. I’ve been trying all day to be good and keep this from happening. But I don’t have as much willpower as I thought I did.

  Rowan pulls me closer against his hard and warm body. The thought enters my mind that this is where I belong, and I can’t resist it anymore. If this is the start of something, then maybe I should let it happen. He’s already promised me that we’re inevitable, and now I’m starting to believe him.

  I have to giggle as I feel his manhood growing against me once more. I grind into him, and he growls softly.

  “You’d better not do that unless you’re serious,” he says.

  “Do what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I do, obviously. But the back-and-forth teasing is a lot of fun…

  So, I grind into his thick hard cock again.

  That sets him off. He growls once more, as he moves away from me. But he’s not backing away in order to calm himself down.

  Oh no. Not at all.

  Because before I know what’s happening to me, I am rolled onto my back and he’s on top of me. He pins my arms to my sides and moves his lips close to mine.

  “You have no idea. No idea at all.”

  “About what?”

  “About what you do to me.”

  “I’m starting to get a bit of an idea.”

  “A bit, huh?”

  His lips are on mine fast and furious before I can answer. And now I breathe into him and let him inside. There is no getting acquainted period — no easing into the kiss. It’s just hard and fire right from the start.

  His hand grips my fleshy side, and I shudder beneath him. Yes, please. Someday I’ll learn how to tell him that I want more of that squeeze. But right now, I’m too shy. All my teasing earlier was me trying to be a little more outgoing. But really my experience with dating in general has been no experience at all. And with sex? Well, I’m a good girl who thinks about it a lot. A lot.

  I am wet, hot, and quivering — all for him. All for this big man whose kiss won’t let up for one moment. I feel his desire and it makes me writhe about beneath him as my body begins to crave this new sensation of tongues locked and bodies pressed together.

  Rowan’s hands slide up the sides of my shirt now. I feel a twinge of naughtiness at the bare touch of my brother’s best friend on my skin. I should push him off, not let him continue grinding into me and kissing me.

  But it’s too late. I can already feel deep within myself where all this is going to lead. I’m powerless to stop it, and I think that’s just how I like it.

  Waves of pleasure roll through me as Rowan’s lips travel down mine and I turn my head to the side for him so he can press his mouth to my neck. Just a little suck and I’m ready to scream. I manage to hold it in for the sole reason that I think I need to make him wait just a bit longer for that kind of reaction.

  I might be a bigger girl, but that doesn’t make me easy, right?

  “Damn, I love your body,” Rowan says between heavy breaths. He moves his kisses lower until he’s right above my cleavage. His lips feel so good right there in the middle of my chest as he grabs hold of my breasts and spreads them apart to get that perfect spot…

  “I—I love your body too,” I whisper back. I’m not sure how to respond to all this yet. Every touch and kiss make me forget this has ever not been happening. But I’m not sure what noises to make, or what to say. My heart is going to explode if he keeps putting his wonderful thick and soft lips all over my skin.

  Rowan pulls me up against his body. I respond with a moan, and he says: “Now that’s what I was looking for. Be a good girl and give me more of that.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper back.

  As Rowan lifts his body away from mine, I feel the emptiness of not having him pressing directly against me. And it feels like the loneliest moment of my day. I want there to be nothing between us — not even air.

  Rowan grabs my panties and pulls them off. I just lie there and let it happen. I know I’m going to lose my virginity to him tonight.

  He slides his arms under my legs, lifts them up onto his shoulders, and —

  glides his warm tongue across my slit.

  Oh my God. The warmth of his mouth seems to work its way through me. He makes sounds of satisfaction as he explores my lips and dives into my folds. He takes his time, and I give him more of those moans he was looking for. I feel like I’m more grounded in my body than I’ve ever been. I’m more comfortable with it too. None of my hang ups matter to my King. He wants to taste me and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Kissing my pussy with his tongue and sending shock waves rolling through me.

  My top half flies involuntarily off the mattress as he burrows deeper inside of me. He holds my quivering legs up as his tongue dances in and out of me.

  You bastard, I think to myself. I wasn’t supposed to want you. This is going to be a lot of trouble for me. And against my better judgement—I want every ounce of disaster you’re going to bring me.

  He presses his face into me, and I lose control fast as he moves his focus to my clit. Maybe it’s because it’s my first time, or maybe it’s because Rowan knows exactly what he’s doing — but my eyes roll up, and I scream as I come undone for him.

  I become more sensitive to each swipe of his tongue, and each grip of his fingers as he digs them into my soft sides.

  I love every second of this. But I want him inside of me now. Should I ask him for it? Just be brave and say what I want? For that I’d have to break out of my shyness and I’m not quite sure if I’m ready for that yet…

  His lips move from my pussy lips to my inner thigh, and as he kisses it, I close my eyes and dream of our future children. Children. With my brother’s best friend? It would have been crazy to think of even just yesterday.

  “Rowan, I—”

  He looks up from between my legs, and the grin on his face is the biggest I’ve ever seen it. “Yes, swee
t girl?”

  “Um, never mind,” I reply as my shyness kicks in once again.

  He gets out of bed and peels his tight underwear off. I try to keep my eyes focused on the fabric of his underwear as he slides them down his legs, but I can’t help but keep going back to the — massive thing between his legs.

  “Do you still want the light on?” He asks.

  I’m shaken from my cock induced trance. “Oh, uh, yeah — lights on, please.”

  Rowan climbs into bed beside me and runs his fingers through my hair.

  “You’re so beautiful that I couldn’t do this in the dark either,” he whispers.

  “Stop—” I reply.

  “I’ll never stop. You’re going to have to hear from me every day about how beautiful you are. If you’re in the room then that’s what I’ll be thinking. If you’re on the other side of the room, and you look over at me, you’ll catch me looking at you. I can’t help but admire you.”

  “What if I’m with my boyfriend?” I reply to tease him.

  “I’ll find him another woman, so you’ll be free for me again,” he replies.

  “Oh, you are a terrible man!” I reply.

  “Not terrible. I just want you that bad.”

  And to prove it to me, he climbs back on top of me, but this time the head of his cock rests against my slit.

  “We’re going to be in so much trouble if Roger finds out.”

  “Do I look like that bothers me at all right now, baby?” he growls.

  I shake my head from side to side. “Nope, not one bit.”

  He slides a hand under my head and just stares at me like he’s in awe. He’s been giving me a form of this look all day, but now it’s even more intense. I turn my head away from his intense gaze, and he presses his lips to my cheek.

  “I want you too,” I find the courage to say at last. “So bad that I want to shout about how much I need you inside of me. But I just worry that this is dream.”

  “You’re my dream,” he says as he begins to push into me.

  He goes nice and slow, but I still have to hold my breath. I look back up at him, and he’s still got that adoring look on his face. I think he’s telling the truth. This is the look he’s going to give me for the rest of our lives.

  I fight my way through the initial pain and clench my teeth as he moves deeper inside of me. I reach around him and rake my nails down his back. He groans with what definitely sounds like satisfaction and then pushes harder until he’s all the way inside of me.

  All the way inside of me.

  This is it. Now that Rowan has broken past my barriers — real and imagined — I lose myself into the pleasurable rhythm of his gyrating body. He comes down to nibble on my neck as I jerk it to the side and try to moan into a pillow. But I miss the pillow and there’s nothing to muffle my sounds.

  “Oh my God!” I repeat endlessly. It’s the only thing I can think to say right now. My breathing is too rapid to get much else out. Rowan twists himself inside of me. His cock is all the way inside of me to the hilt. Even though I’m pinned down by his powerful body, I’ve never felt freer in my life.

  I clamp myself around him tight, and Rowan’s groans are so deep and vibratory that when he lays against me, I feel the sound rippling through my own body. They say sound can heal, and right now I believe it. I feel like a completely different person.

  I’m not the shy girl I was even just a little while ago. I am freely announcing my sexual pleasure not only to Rowan, but probably to at least the floor beneath us as well. The headboard slams against the wall as Rowan picks up speed.

  “Rowan — please,” I say.

  “Yes, sweet girl?”

  “Fuck me, please,” I urge him. “Hard, rough, whatever you want to do. I won’t mind.”

  “Well, now you’re my baby, and if my baby asks for something, she’s gonna get it.”

  I scream as he rails into me at such an incredible speed and force that I hear the crack of his skin against mine.

  Now I don’t just drag my nails across his back, I dig them into his skin, and pull him down to me. There’s finally no space between us and we just become a synchronized writhing mass on his bed. The sheets are wet beneath me, and the air has a pleasant musky scent.

  “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” He asks.

  “Don’t pull out, whatever you do. I want to feel you filling me!”

  “You are one naughty girl,” he says.

  The bed jerks beneath us, and the slamming against the wall turns more intense. We could certainly break his bed. If not this time, then we probably will the next…

  I scream and tremble beneath him as I come undone. Rowan comes off my body just enough to look down at me and lock eyes.

  “I love you, Angela,” he says. “You’re the only woman I’m ever going to want.”

  Maybe it’s just the moment, or maybe I mean it too. I think I do.

  “I love you too,” I whisper. “I’ve always had a crush on you.”

  My revelation pushes him over the edge, and he erupts inside of me. He holds me so close and tight against his body. The world is not a safe place in general, but here it is safe, warm, and loving.

  Epilogue — King

  *

  The rest of the day passes in the same way. We make love from every angle possible until we’re both sore and I collapse sweaty and exhausted onto her beautiful thick body.

  “What are we going to tell Roger?” Angela whispers after one particularly intense love making session.

  I pull her against my body and kiss the back of her head.

  “I’ll tell Roger that I’m going to marry his sister. That’s what.”

  “He’s gonna freak out.”

  “I don’t care,” I growl. “Nothing is going to keep me from making this happen with you. Nothing. I’m yours now until the day I die, or you tell me you’re sick of me. Whichever comes first. And if you tell me you’re sick of me, then I’m just gonna keep working to change your mind. You’ll have to work overtime to get rid of me, baby,” I say with a chuckle.

  *

  That night Roger comes to my place, and he’s got a gorgeous curvy blonde clinging to his arm.

  “So, what was this whole thing about then?” I ask him. I’m holding hands with Angela and I know Roger caught that already, but he’s not saying anything about it yet.

  “Valerie, this is my best friend, King. That’s his last name, but I’ve never called him anything else.

  “The only one who calls me by my first name is this beauty beside me,” I reply.

  “Well, King, it’s nice…nice to meet you,” says Valerie.

  “And this is my sister, Angela. Who seems to be…”

  “Seems to be what, Roger?” Angela asks.

  “Nevermind. I should have known something would happen between you two if I left you alone!”

  Angela and I laugh and laugh for a solid five minutes. “Yeah, something happened alright,” says Angela.

  Roger gives us the full details of the story. He met Valerie at a party six weeks ago, and fell instantly in love with her. But it turns out she’s the sister of a high ranking member of the Crows. This doesn’t deter my old friend from pursuing her relentlessly, even though the Crows found out and decided it wasn’t something they could allow to happen. But Valerie was just as in love with Roger as he was with her, and she finally managed to convince her brother and his gang to lay off Roger and promise not to hurt Angela. It all sounds like a complex, but sweet love story. But my story isn’t about Valerie and Roger. It’s about me and Angela — the one true love of my life. The one I came off the mountain for, and the one I’m going to love forever.

  Epilogue — Angela

  *

  I stand in front of Rowan’s cabin and survey the natural beauty all around me. There are so many trees on this mountain. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.

  Rowan finishes carrying our supplies in from the car. We’ve been married for a week,
and he decided he was going to bring me back to his mountain for our honeymoon. I wanted to go to Europe, but he wasn’t up for interacting with other people. So here we are.

  “I can’t believe I allowed you to bring me to Idaho for our honeymoon. I hope this cabin has running water,” I tease him.

  “There’s an outdoor shower out back. And an outhouse too,” he replies.

  “Brilliant.”

  He comes to me and wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. I rest my head against his hard abs and sigh contentedly.

  “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll have plenty of time for traveling all around the world. We can go anywhere you want. I just want you to be happy.”

  “I’m just messing with you. It’s beautiful here,” I whisper.

  “You know the best part about this place is that there is no one around for a few miles.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “You can scream as loud as you want to.”

  His hands are already lifting up the back of my sundress and sliding into my panties. He gives my cheeks a firm squeeze that sends a shiver through me.

  “Make me scream then, mister,” I reply.

  Everything happens very fast. Clothes come off, and there we are in front of his mountain cabin naked. He picks me up; I wrap my arms around him, and once he’s inside of me the only thing left for me to do is moan and scream as he pounds me hard up against the outside of the cabin.

  “Ok, you win,” I say. “This is the perfect honeymoon.”

  It’s such a hot and fast frenzy that it doesn’t take long for us to cum together. The sound of our pleasure echoes all around us.

  Primal mountain sex to start our honeymoon? Yes, please.

  Bring on the babies.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Sara Hazel writes stories of curvy women who learn they can

  have it all -- adventure, career, and love. There is always a hot Alpha Male who sees the brilliance in the heroine's smile and wants to make her his wife. He can be a little obsessive about it! Every story has a HAPPY EVER AFTER (HEA) and absolutely NO CHEATING!