by Debra Kayn
When she straddled his chest, he lifted her by her waist, putting her knees on the bed at each side of his head. She pressed her hands against the metal wall of the bunker and gazed down at him.
His beard tickled the inside of her thighs, and she fleetingly remembered wondering if it tickled when she kissed him. She wanted to laugh at her lack of imagination, but she could barely breathe.
He hooked his hands around the top of her thighs, pulling her down. His breath warmed the most sensitive spot on her. He tugged again, and she went down all the way.
Mark groaned, opening his mouth, taking her sex into his mouth. Her neck straightened and she let her head fall back on her shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.
A mixture of gnawing, licking, and sucking, his mouth worked her over. She gyrated, moving against him.
Her thighs trembled, and he held her in place, taking her weight and erratic movements. The more she squirmed, the more determined he became. Blindly, she reached behind her and grasped air.
She wanted to touch him.
She wanted to have her mouth on him.
She wanted to catch his pleasure.
Moaning, she pried his fingers off her thighs and managed to get a leg over him to move. Hurrying to have him, she turned on the bed and ducked her head, taking him in her mouth. She'd barely sealed her lips around his cock, and Mark lifted her ass and plunked her down on top of him, so her legs were back straddling his head.
She had no time to worry about being open to his gaze because his tongue licked a path from her pussy to her clitoris.
His cock pulsed harder in her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down as her lower body danced under Mark's guidance. Her breasts brushed his stomach with every dip. His tongue plunged in her every time she withdrew.
The seesaw action lulled her higher. She moaned, her concentration broken. Her body cried for more, and she wildly moved toward what felt wonderful.
Mark grabbed her hips and moved her off him. Her mouth the last thing to leave him. She stared at him dazed, reaching for him. "Don't stop."
He moved to the end of the bed, sitting up, and then standing. Opening the chest against the wall, he reached inside and then straightened.
"Condom," he muttered, opening and rolling the protection on him.
She panted. Her body overheated and purring.
He wiped his face on the shirt he'd removed earlier and sat on the corner of the bed. Grabbing her ankle, he dragged her down the mattress. "Sit on me."
Crawling over his lap, she straddled his thighs. Mark hooked her lower legs with his rough, large hands and planted her feet on the mattress. Her ass fell on his upper legs.
"Hold on."
She put her hands on his shoulders. His cock throbbed between them.
"Up you go," he whispered, lifting her by the waist.
She gazed into his eyes as he lowered her. His cock slid inside her wet pussy.
Her breathe caught in her chest at the fullness. The invasion. She stiffened.
His hands tightened on her, and he snapped his gaze up and stilled.
The uncomfortable pressure of him inside of her eased as he held her suspended on him. Afraid to breathe and feel the twinge of pain again, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
"Carly?" His pained hoarse voice permeated the pounding of her pulse in her ears.
"Don't stop," she whispered, panting for the lost air. "Please."
His gaze warmed at the same time his mouth hardened. He rolled with her, never leaving her body until she was on her back underneath him. Somehow, he stayed inside her without going in all the way.
He planted his elbows on the bed and cradled her head with his hands. "Why didn't you say something?"
"Would you have had sex with me if I told you?" She held on to his hips, making sure he couldn't leave her.
He studied her, and the hardness of his mouth gave way to something unrecognizable. "What the hell am I going to do with you?"
More comfortable beneath him, she raised her feet and hooked her ankles behind his thighs. "Show me why this is supposed to be better than the other thing we were doing because I have to tell you, what you were doing with your mouth..." She rocked her head back and forth. "That was pretty wonderful."
"Yeah?" He cocked his eyebrow and rocked against her, gaining more entrance into her tight sex. "You liked that?"
"Mm-hm." She moistened her lips, reminding herself to breathe and relax all her muscles between her legs.
He stilled, fully in her. "Everything okay?"
"Yes." She inhaled deeply, testing her body's comfort level. "I can feel you everywhere."
His cock throbbed bigger inside of her. "Let's see if I can make it even better."
Shifting his weight onto one elbow, he lowered his other hand and found her clit. He made lazy circles. In answer, her hands moved, up and down his sides. That was good. Really good.
His hips moved slightly. "Do you like that?"
She nodded and cupped his face. He'd made her warm again.
Moving her pelvis, she pressed against his hand, pressed against his cock, pressed against him. With his finger, he teased, catered, and worked her to a frenzy.
Lowering his head, he captured her mouth. She swept her tongue against his and closed her eyes. The sensations all over her body orchestrated by Mark.
Her arousal climbed higher. Unable to lie still, she moved underneath him. The warmth in her lower stomach tightened. Becoming more urgent, she rocked against him.
His finger stroked with solid pressure right—she gasped—there.
"Yes." She bucked against him. "Oh, yes."
Her orgasm thundered inside of her. Her lower half spasmed, tiny jolts of wonderful spread throughout her. The pleasure different than normal because his cock was inside of her, a constant fullness her body squeezed down on.
Mark moved on top of her and removed his hand from between her legs. He pumped in long, slow, smooth strokes inside of her. The tingles going through her continued, lengthening her pleasure.
He kissed her and fully glided in her, holding himself still. His cock pulsed wildly inside of her as he groaned the satisfaction of his release.
The tenderness he showed her filled her heart.
Mark barely caught his breath, and he left her body and left the bed. She lifted her head and watched him slip into the bathroom. The consequences of what she'd done hit her.
She stared up at the ceiling, not regretting a second of having sex with Mark. When she had decided to come to the Bitterroot Mountains, her plans hadn't included going to bed with him.
She smiled clear down to her toes. Though if she had a choice on who she'd want to take her virginity, it would've been Mark. Hands down.
Chapter 28
Carly ran into the office from the bunker, carrying her shoes. Mark glanced her way, took in the ponytail and bare feet, and handed a key to each person in the six-man group who wanted to go out on the trails.
"Kyle will help you get prepared for the ride. If you have any questions, he's the man to help you." Mark shook the group leader's hand. "Most of all, have fun and respect the mountain."
"We plan to." The man motioned everyone out the door.
Mark walked back to his desk and sat down, putting the release of responsibility forms in the top drawer. Aware of Carly in the room, he waited for what he deserved.
"Why didn't you wake me?" She balanced on one foot and put her shoe on before doing the same thing with the other shoe. "It's almost ten o'clock."
"You were sleeping." He leaned back in the chair.
She scoffed. "I'm supposed to be watching your back."
He sat up straight. Out of everything he expected her to say, that never entered his mind.
"You're not here to protect me." He gazed down her body, wondering how she was feeling after having sex for the first time last night. "I've been taking care of myself my whole life."
"You know what I mean." She sat dow
n in front of the desk. "Are you mad at me?"
For a split-second last night, he'd been angry at himself. Then, nothing besides her telling him to stop would've taken his cock out of her body. She hadn't said stop. She'd said the opposite.
"Why would I be mad?" If she gave him enough time to think about what he'd done to her last night, he could find enough energy to be angry over her not telling him she was a virgin.
Christ. A virgin.
Never in his forty-seven years had he been a woman's first. Hell, he hadn't been anyone's first, second, or third.
She bugged her eyes, not saying it. He looked away from her in amusement.
"So, we're good?" she asked.
He dipped his chin, and somehow that made her happy, and she rounded the desk and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. Just when he got a taste of mint toothpaste, she pulled away and walked over to the front window.
He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. Disgusted with himself, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He had no shame when it came to Carly.
"Are all the ATVs rented?" she asked.
"All but two of them."
Her shoulders rounded and she clasped her hands together. "So, what can I do?"
"You can answer a question for me."
She walked back to the desk and sat down. "Okay. Ask away."
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
He tapped the surface of the desk with his thumb and studied her. "You're not sore?"
"Oh, that." She rocked side to side on the chair and tried not to smile. "Nope. Not sore."
His balls ached pleasantly, thinking about her sitting on his lap instead of the chair, testing out her comfort level.
"Good enough to ride?" Me, he added silently.
Her eyes brightened. "Yes."
"Go down and get a sweatshirt out of my clothes chest to wear and do whatever else you need to do, and we'll leave when you're ready."
"Where are we going?" She walked backward toward the hallway.
"I thought you might like to ride over to Anders' Lair and see your mom."
She squealed her excitement and flew at him. Jumping up, she flung her arms around his neck. Her small body shook him. He grabbed her ass, and she pulled back, then kissed him again.
"Thank you." She squeezed him tight. "It'll just take me a minute."
He let her slide down his body. Watching her practically dance out of the room, he readjusted his cock as soon as he was alone. Besides wanting to touch base with Anders, he felt like he owed Carly a few hours with her mom.
She had no one to talk to, except him, and she'd done something huge last night. Maybe she'd need someone to talk to and work out how having sex with him would affect her. He had no idea if daughters spoke of their sex life with their mothers, having no mother or sister himself to learn from, but at the moment, she had nobody but him.
Carly came running upstairs. "Ready."
"Let me lock the bunker, then we'll go. Don't go out until I come back upstairs." He stopped beside her when she slipped the sweatshirt over her head. Taking her hair out of the back, he let the silky strands slid through his fingers.
"This is so great." She pulled the extra-long sleeves up past her elbows.
He took her wrist and rolled the material past her hand. "When we're on the trail, you're going to ride ahead of me."
"I won't know where to go."
"I'll help you." He let go of her arm. "If for any reason, anything happens to me, I want you to keep riding. You'll either come out behind the Lair, or the trail will circle back around and come to the same trailhead we started at. Come back to the bunker. Josh will be hanging around the office today."
"Don't freak me out," she murmured.
He tilted her head. "I'm serious, Carly."
"I know."
He looked her over. "Where's your holster?"
"In the bunker."
He turned her around. "Go get it and put it on over your sweatshirt."
Following her down the steps, he waited at the door, and when she was properly dressed for the trail ride, he locked everything. He tried to keep things light, but he was concerned. Jaster could be anywhere on the mountain waiting for them.
He hoped that having Carly ride ahead of him, Jaster would follow, and have to go through him first.
ANDERS OPENED THE DOOR before Mark could knock and motioned them inside. Carly stepped into the second floor of the Lair and spotted her mom on the couch strumming a guitar softly and Iliana sitting on the floor looking at a piece of paper.
She stopped, reaching for Mark, not wanting to interrupt. The slight smile on her mom's face and the joyful tune took her back to her childhood when her mom used to sit on the floor and plink out songs on a plastic toy piano.
When she was a child, she never realized how young her mom had been when she got pregnant. She swallowed hard. Every time she thought about her dad having sex with a fourteen-year-old girl, she felt like throwing up.
Iliana looked up, caught sight of her, and smiled, waving her in. Taken out of the memory, she walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Darling," murmured her mom, leaning over to give Carly a hug. Noticing the pistol strapped against her ribs, her mother frowned. "Is everything okay? Are you okay?"
"Perfect. I tried to brush off all the dust from riding over the mountain to come here, but I probably look windblown." Carly pointed at the guitar. "You can play?"
"Not only can she play, but she's also good." Iliana stood. "Let me get everyone a drink. Coffee? Lemonade? Orange juice? Or, I can call down and get something from the bar."
"Lemonade sounds good. Thanks." She looked behind her for Mark, and he was gone.
Alone with her mom, she leaned close. "I had no idea you could play the guitar."
"I surprised myself." Her mom smiled. "In eighth grade, we were all required to take a music class. I learned how to make each note on the piano—"
"I remember." Carly smiled back at her mom. "You used to play on that little pink piano dad bought me..."
The light in her mom's eyes dimmed. Carly exhaled, regretting the conversation. She should never have mentioned her father and ruined her mom's good mood.
Her mom had been kidnapped during the eighth grade. She never got to go back to school. It made her sad to think her mother's thoughts, ideas, and education stopped at fourteen years old.
"Iliana taught me a few simple notes on the guitar last night." Her mom held up her hand. "My fingers are getting sore from practicing. I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I have."
"That's great." Carly looked up as Iliana came back in the room. "It looks like you two have found something in common."
Iliana handed them each a drink and sat back in the chair. "Your mom has been a big help. I've been running some of the music I use for my gigs past her, and she's been giving me her opinion. She's got talent for choosing music the weekend audience would enjoy."
Her mom was full of surprises today. A lifetime of staying home, away from people, and it looked as if her mom had decided visiting other people brought her happiness. Afraid staying with strangers by herself would be asking too much of her mom, she felt the weight of her worries ease.
"How are things at Mark's bunker?" Her mom studied her. "Are you sleeping okay?"
"I'm fine, mom." She pointed to the holster. "He's taught me how to shoot a gun. Apparently, the teenager who sold me bear spray because it's the best weapon when out in the wilderness lied. Mark thought it would be safer if I used something bigger. Plus, I get to ride the ATVs back and forth from the parking lot to the garage and even helped customers who wanted to rent from him. Oh, and I showed off my culinary skills by cooking dinner last night. It's been busy."
Her mom's brows drew together, and she shook her head. "All that?"
"Yep." She raised her glass and drank half the lemonade to keep from blurting out that she had sex with Mark and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experi
enced.
She had no idea why the urge to shout it to the room hit her so hard. She wouldn't normally share such details about her life with her mom.
Male voices drifted into the room. She shifted on the couch and watched Mark talking to Anders. Her heart beat faster. Now that she'd checked on her mom was it wrong to hope she could leave again and be alone with Mark?
Chapter 29
Mark brushed his hair in front of the bathroom mirror inside the bunker. Carly stood behind him, admiring his ass in a pair of black boxers. It'd been three days since visiting her mom and all they'd done since coming back to Discover the Bitterroot was work, sleep, and eat.
She pressed against his back and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. Every time she'd suggested they have sex, he'd turned her down.
"I'm starting to think you don't like me." She bit the back of his shoulder.
He grabbed her right hand and placed it on his cock. "Does that feel like I don't like you?"
She hummed in frustration, giving him a squeeze. "Then, come to bed."
"As soon as we finish going over the papers." He set the brush down.
Her gaze traveled up his body in the mirror and warmth filled her. He'd swept his wet hair back and brushed his beard.
"Look at you." She squeezed between him and the counter to get a good look from the front. "I think you're the most handsome man I've ever met."
His mouth curved and he kissed her forehead. "Do you always talk so much?"
She lowered her gaze. "Actually, no. Only with you. Though I've imagined what it would be like to have a man in my life who spent all his time with me, and in those daydreams, I think I was having sex all the time...not talking."
He chuckled deeply and walked out of the bathroom. "Did you salt and butter the popcorn?"
She walked over to the counter, grabbed the bowl and a handful of napkins, and brought it to him on the couch. "Extra everything, just like you wanted."
Sitting down on the couch, she crossed her legs. Mark handed her sheets of paper stapled together. What kept him from having sex had nothing to do with his claim that he was worried she'd become too sore since she was new to having a man inside of her. Every night, he wanted her to look at the dates of every attack her father made on him and the others.