Stone Heart_A Single Mom & Mountain Man Romance

by Rye Hart

My eyes fell to Cindy as she whipped her gaze up to me.

  “Say what now?”

  “The owners of the house were wanting to unload it for a cheap price. They were tired of the maintenance and the yard work and keeping up all the acres that house sits on. They sold it to me, and the original plan was to leave it to you after I left.”

  “You were going to leave me a bed and breakfast before you left?” she asked.

  “Yep. But since you’re stubborn and wouldn’t let me leave, I figured we could run it together. You know, after the renovations are done.”

  “Graham Tucker, you are really something.”

  “Oh, about that. My name’s actually Anderson. Graham Anderson, pleased to meet you.”

  Cindy flung herself at me as our lips collided. I fell backward onto the blanket, feeling Cindy’s body press into mine. Our tongues danced, and our teeth clattered together. My hands clung to her bare back as her bikini covered only what was necessary. For the first time since I had lost my family, I was excited about my future. The threat of the mob was gone, Paul was singing like a canary in prison trying to cut a deal, and the CIA was picking up one mobster after the other.

  “I can’t believe you,” Cindy said breathlessly.

  “Well, believe it and be prepared to work because it’s going to be a gorgeous house, and it’ll be ready for guests in four months,” I said.

  I knew my past would always haunt me, but I was sure I could protect Cindy and Lily. We snacked while we watched Lily play in the water. Then, she collapsed on the blanket for a nap. She woke up ravenous and ate the rest of the food we had. After that, we gathered up our things and headed back home.

  Home. A word I hadn’t used in over two years.

  “Graham, could you read me a bedtime story?”

  “Sure thing. Go pick out what you wanna read, and I’ll be back there in a second,” I said.

  Cindy and I grabbed the last of my boxes out of my house as Lily picked out her favorite book. All my furniture had been sold off, and all my boxes were stacked in various rooms of Cindy’s house. I went into Lily’s room and read her a bedtime story before I tucked her in tightly and kissed her goodnight.

  Feeling Lily cuddle into me as she slept brought me a sense of joy I hadn’t felt in a while.

  Cindy greeted me with a beer from the couch in the living room, and I grinned. Her skin was kissed by the sun, and her hair was piled high on her head. She smelled of salt and grapes, an intoxicating combination. I took the beer from her hand and sat next to her, allowing my arm to fall into her lap.

  “What a sight,” I said. “You holding a beer for me.”

  “Well, get used to it because I always wind down with a glass of wine,” she said.

  “I’m happy to wind down with you,” I said.

  “You were really going to stick me with a bed and breakfast I would have no idea how to run on my own?”

  “You really know how to suck the romance out of things,” I said.

  “I still can’t believe you did that.”

  “Do you not want it?”

  “Oh, no. I definitely want it. I have no idea where you got the money to do something like this, but I’m still in shock.”

  “You’ve got four months to wrap your mind around it before it’s work time. Three months, really, if you want to advertise beforehand.”

  “Oh, trust me. I’ve got a business plan all laid out. It’s around here somewhere. Stuffed down into a dark corner.”

  “Then bring it into the light, baby, because we’re gonna need it,” I said.

  “You brought me into the light, you know.”

  I turned my body toward Cindy as my eyes settled on her face.

  “You’ve never been in the dark,” I said.

  “I felt like I was. Drowning in it, actually, and I still don’t know how you did it, but you managed to pull me from it. Twice.”

  “Twice?” I asked.

  “Figuratively and literally,” she said.

  I reached out and traced the outline of a couple of scabs still healing on her face. She scooted closer to me, leaning into my touch. My blood still bubbled thinking about that night with Paul in the woods and how I’d almost lost Cindy, the only other woman I had ever loved.

  “We pulled each other into the light,” I said.

  “Thank you for finding me,” she said.

  “I told you, Cindy. You don’t have to thank me for that night.”

  “Not what I was talking about.”

  She plucked my beer from my hand and set her wine glass in the cup holders. She straddled my hips, her body settling into mine as her hands cupped my cheeks. I could feel the warmth growing between her legs, and I could see the desire igniting in her eyes. She pressed her lips to mine as my hands rushed up her back, feeling her soft skin beneath the fabric that covered her bikini-clad body.

  “Thank you for finding me,” Cindy said breathlessly against my lips.

  “And thank you for fighting for me,” I said into her skin.

  CHAPTER 33

  CINDY

  I pulled back from Graham’s body and stood in front of him. I started swaying my hips, humming a song in my head. His eyes were devouring me, watching my wrap fall from my body. His eyes settled on my tits, his tongue licking his lips as I gave him a sexy little turn.

  “What do you wanna see?” I asked.

  I turned my head around and let my hair down, watching as his eyes connected with my ass.

  “I want to see you jiggle for me,” Graham said.

  I reached up and undid the bows of my top before it fell to the floor. I wiggled my way out of my bikini bottoms, jiggling my ass as I bent all the way down to my ankles. I peeked at him from between my legs and saw him palming his cock, his girth growing before my eyes as I stood back up.

  I ran my hands through my hair, trying to untangle it as I swiveled my hips around. I shimmied my tits at him, watching his eyes clock the movement. He was sliding his pants down his legs, kicking off his shoes and trying to rid himself of his clothing.

  I grinned at his quickened movements as I knelt in front of him.

  I crawled to him, my breasts swaying with every movement. His cock was bobbing against his pelvis, leaking from its tip. I planted my hands on his thighs and stuck out my tongue, licking the pulsing vein of his cock.

  He groaned at the sight as I licked him slowly from the base to the tip of his dick.

  I wrapped my tongue around the head of his cock, and his hand rushed to my hair. He guided his girth between my lips, pressing all the way to the back of my throat. I massaged my hands up his thighs as his legs spread out. His knees fell off to the side, his body opening up for me while he pulled his shirt over his head.

  “You look so beautiful like this,” he said. “So willing to please me.”

  “Don’t hold back,” I said as I slid my mouth from around his cock.

  His eyes connected with mine, and I could see a hint of worry pass over his gaze.

  “Don’t you dare hold back,” I said.

  I swallowed him back down and his hand wrapped tightly in my hair. He bobbed my head up and down, guiding my movements in all the ways he wanted. I lapped my tongue against his throbbing vein as his cock grew thicker against my teeth. He pumped my head as I hollowed out my cheeks. I sucked, and I hummed, sending him into a groaning frenzy.

  His heels were digging into the carpet as his hips began to thrust.

  He fucked my throat, forcing me to sync my breathing with his motions. He bit down on his lower lip as his pre-cum leaked down my throat. I swallowed every drop he had for me as I braced myself against his legs. I wanted him to come for me. I wanted him to pour himself down my throat and lose himself in my body.

  But he pulled my head away from him, and my lips released him with a pop.

  “Come here,” he said.

  He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he barreled down the hallway. He strode us into the bedroom, and I reached out to
close the door, putting a barrier between us and Lily in case she woke up.

  I was tossed onto the bed before his body dropped between my legs.

  He threw my thighs over his shoulders and began to devour me. His tongue pressed deep and the scruff on his face tickled my thighs. I rolled my hips into him, feeling him growling into my body. I could hear him swallowing me down, drinking my arousal as it poured out only for him.

  He sucked and licked. He pressed and flicked. My toes were curling into him as I lifted my hips off the bed. I fucked his face as fast as I could, and he opened his mouth for me, allowing me to use whatever I needed to chase my high.

  I felt his fingers slip into my pussy, and it threw me over the edge.

  “Graham! Yes! Oh shit, fuck. Yes. Holy hell.”

  Juices were dripping down as he crooked his fingers inside of me. A blinding pleasure rushed over my body as my heels dug into his back. I moaned his name, then I collapsed to the bed as I gasped for air.

  Stars were still bursting in my vision when he slid his cock into my body. He set a relentless pace, his hands sliding down my arms. He locked our fingers together and pinned them above my head as he dropped his lips to mine.

  I wrapped my legs around him and pushed, rolling him over onto his back.

  My nails sank into his chest as his hands fell to my hips. I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls as I bounced in his lap. My clit was poking out, and it was rubbing against him. My toes were already curling again as my legs began to shake. Graham leaned up and grabbed my ass, rolling him deeper into my body where he stroked against a beautiful spot that sent electricity surging through my veins.

  I fell into his body as my orgasm crashed over me. My entire body went weak with pleasure as my juices flooded his skin. I peppered kisses along his neck. Then, he flipped us back over, not giving me a second to recharge before he slid my ass to the edge of the bed.

  “You should see yourself. All red and covered in sweat.”

  “Breathe. I need to—”

  “Oh, you’ll breathe,” Graham said. “When I’m finished with you.”

  He threw my legs over his shoulders and bent me in half. He slammed into my pussy, causing my tits to jump. He was kissing them and sucking them, running his tongue along my aching nipples as my hands clawed at his back. I raked my nails against his skin, and he growled, his teeth nipping at my skin.

  Wet skin slapping together echoed off the corners of my mind. My hands ran over every surface of Graham I could find. His chiseled arms. His throbbing back. His twitching thighs. His cock filled me to the brim time and time again as his hips pounded against me. His lips captured mine, swallowing my pathetic whimpers as my body relinquished itself to him and to the pain and the pleasure and everything that came with Graham.

  I felt myself approaching the brink yet again. I felt my legs beginning to pull taut. I felt that fire in the back of my pelvis roaring to life again.

  But before I could come, Graham slid away from me and pulled me to my feet.

  I fell into his arms, and he carried me to a chair. He held me in his arms as he sat me down on his lap. His cock worked its way back into my body as my back fell against his chest, and I could feel his lips drenching my shoulder with kisses.

  Then, his fingertips parted my dripping pussy folds.

  With each thrust he delivered, he circled my clit with an aching rhythm that made me sing. I chanted his name as I threw my hands back, gripping his hair. I pulled his lips into the crook of my neck as he kept kissing me with those soft lips and that warm tongue and his hot breath.

  But I wanted more.

  My body craved more.

  “Don’t hold back,” I said breathlessly. “Please, Graham. Please don’t.”

  Graham’s movements stilled as his body began to tremble. He buried his face into my skin and drew my scent through his nostrils. I wanted him to move. To fuck me. To rid me of every terrible memory that had ever etched itself into my mind. I turned my lips to him and captured his, kissing him as our tongues connected.

  Then, I felt him snap as he slammed into my body.

  His teeth sank to my shoulder as he pounded into my hips. He pressed his thumb into my clit, rubbing it at lightning speed. I flailed against his body as his teeth bit deeper. My body was on fire, and the room was spinning, and the only thing I knew to say was his name.

  The name of the man who had saved me. The name of the man I loved

  “Graham. Graham. Yes. Oh. Please. Graham, like that. Don’t stop. Graham, go faster. Don’t stop!”

  I pressed my body deep into him as he wrapped himself around me. His cock stilled in my body as my pussy milked him dry. He pumped his cum into me, thick threads coating my walls. I could feel it dripping out of me and running down our bodies as I shook against him and against the strength I had come to associate with comfort.

  His teeth relinquished my shoulder, and he began to kiss the marks. I was gasping for air as his body trembled underneath me. His legs were sprawled out, and his arms were growing weak. I sank against him as he leaned back, providing me all the room he could to spread out.

  “I love you,” I said breathlessly.

  “I love you, too, Cindy.”

  I curled into his lap, not bothering to clean up the arousal dripping from my body.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I’m better than okay,” I said with a grin.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “In all the best ways,” I said.

  “Here, let me get you into bed.”

  His shaking body grunted as he hoisted me into the air. I curled into him, feeling his sweat coating my body as he walked us over to the bed. We tumbled to the mattress, and I began to giggle as we worked our way underneath the covers.

  “I’d offer to shower, but I don’t know if I can stand,” he said.

  “Don’t worry. I still haven’t caught my breath,” I said.

  “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  I rolled over and cupped Graham’s cheek as he settled into bed next to me.

  “I promise,” I said. “You could never hurt me, Graham.”

  He took my hand from his cheek and brought it to his lips. He kissed my palm, over and over, until giggles fell from my lips. I scooted my body close to his, and he wrapped himself around me. I managed to toss my bad leg around his waist.

  “Can I get you anything?” Graham asked. “Are you still on pain medication?”

  I smiled and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

  “I have everything I could ever want right here in this room,” I said. “So stop worrying.”

  “I’ll always worry about you, Cindy. It comes with me loving you.”

  “Then love me a little closer because right now, I can’t get enough of you.”

  EPILOGUE

  GRAHAM

  THREE YEARS LATER

  “Good morning, everyone. How was breakfast?” I asked.

  “Wonderful, Graham. You weren’t joking when you said Daniel could cook.”

  “I’ve never had fluffier eggs before in my life.”

  “Is the orange juice pressed here? Because it tastes fresh.”

  “We do press it here,” I said. “But we can make other juices at your request. All you have to do is ask Daniel.”

  The bed and breakfast was a hit with the town, and because it was such a hit, we were starting to get customers who were from out of town and traveling through. We had added some renovations over the three years it had been open. We expanded from the five rooms in the house and added four luxury guest houses that were scattered over the acreage of the land. If people wanted their privacy, they could pay extra to have a room, a bathroom, a living space, and a kitchen to themselves.

  And those were a massive hit.

  Cindy and I had gotten married a couple of years ago. It had been a small ceremony with Daniel and Nicole as witnesses. They had hit it off very well themselves. Lily was our little flower girl,
and Cindy had looked stunning in her wedding dress. It was a simple lacy number that somehow fit with the outside venue we had picked, an apple orchard up in Washington State.

  “Where’s Cindy?” a guest asked.

  “She’s at a doctor’s appointment,” I said.

  “The last one, I’m sure,” another guest said.

  “Oh, yes. Our ob-gyn wants to make sure everything’s on track for a healthy delivery,” I said.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I excused myself from the room of guests. I walked into the back room where we had installed a beautiful stone fireplace. I saw Cindy was calling and I felt a warmth spread across my chest.

  Until I heard the panic in her voice.

  “Graham! Graham. You have to … the hospital.”

  “Cindy, what’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I’m at the hospital. You have to get the bags. Leave Lily with—aaahh!”

  “Cindy? Cindy! Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

  “I’m in labor, you idiot! M-my water broke at my appointment.”

  “Okay. Don’t worry. I’m getting in the car now,” I said.

  “Hurry!”

  I cut the call and shoved my phone into my pocket. I whipped around and saw Daniel standing there with a grin on his face. I looked out the window and back at him, my mind swirling at a thousand miles a second.

  “Sorry. Watching an ex-CIA agent flounder isn’t something you see every day,” Daniel said. “Go to the hospital. Your bags are already in the car. I’ll keep an eye on this place, and I’ll get Nicole to pick up Lily from school.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “I’m gonna be a father!”

  The guests whooped and hollered as I made one last round. I wanted to make sure everyone was okay as they tried to shoo me out the door. I made a break for the mid-sized SUV I had bought for Cindy when we found out we were pregnant, and I fiddled with my keys in my pocket.

  It was time.

  I was about to welcome my son into the world.

  “Graham! Is it time?” Nicole asked.

  “Cindy’s in labor! I gotta go,” I said. “Where did you come from?”

  “I was coming to meet Cindy after her appointment. What happened?”