Mountain Man's Price (Mountain Men Book 3)

by Ava Grace

  “What do you want, baby?” I said against her lips. “Do you want this?”

  I slid my finger out of her then used the wet tip to circle her clit. She threw her head back and groaned.

  “Yes. Luke. Please.”

  “What, baby? You want this?” I asked again, pressing my fingers more firmly against her clit.

  She shook her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth again. It drove me wild.

  “No. Not your finger. Please. I want your cock inside me.”

  Holy. Shit.

  It was a miracle that I didn’t come right then and there.

  I closed my eyes and prayed for strength.

  This woman was going to be the death of me.

  For sure.

  I hesitated for only a second, but it was long enough for Violet to take action. She reached out and pulled at the button of my jeans before fighting with the zipper.

  “Please.”

  I tried to bat her hands out of the way so that I could get it open myself, but my hands were shaking like I was a damn high school kid fumbling in the dark with his prom date. I gave up in the end and let Violet do it. Instead, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I retrieved the foil packet from inside it then looked down at myself.

  Violet had pulled the front of my jeans apart and was smoothing her hand over the bulge in my briefs.

  The touch set me alight.

  I pushed into her hand, looking for friction.

  “Jesus, Vi, touch me.”

  Her eyes were hooded and sexier than I’d ever seen them. With parted lips, she slid her hand beneath the elastic waistband of my briefs then touched my cock with a whisper-light caress.

  I hissed at the contact but bucked my hips, desperate for more. When her hand finally wrapped around my length, I thought I’d found heaven.

  “Fuck yeah,” I ground out just as her hand began to move. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

  I grabbed her around the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss that was filled with passion and heat even if lacking in all finesse. As soon as I slid my tongue into her mouth it felt like coming home—like I was right where I was supposed to be.

  I moved my hand down to her pussy again and sought out her clit then I rubbed it in time to the movement of her hand on my dick.

  She gasped.

  “Luke, I need,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Fuck.

  What the hell was I waiting for?

  I ripped open the foil packet then slid the rubber down over my dick.

  My hands continued to shake as I lifted one of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap it around my hip. With one hand, I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto her toes then I took hold of my dick and sought out her entrance. I pushed inside her in one long, hard thrust.

  When she cried out, I squeezed my eyes shut and grunted.

  Jesus Christ.

  She felt amazing.

  Truly fucking amazing.

  Wet and tight and so Goddamn accommodating that I could have wept.

  It was as if she had been made for me.

  I couldn’t contain the shudder that passed through me as I slid my dick almost all of the way out before slamming back into her again. Each time I did it, she cried out for more. With both hands gripping the cheeks of her ass to pull her down onto my dick, I fucked her into the wall and she took it, all of it, and begged me for more—both with words of encouragement and with the way she thrust her hips to meet each plunge of my cock into her tight little pussy.

  If this turned out to be my last act on earth, I’d die a very happy, and very content man.

  No question.

  Now that I’d had this, it made me all the more determined and all the more resolute.

  I would not give her up without a fight.

  We were a done deal.

  She just didn’t know it yet.

  Each movement of my hips seated me deeper inside her body and each of my thrusts was harder than the one before it. Her mouth met mine with a hunger that consumed me and I met it with equal fervor.

  Violet was on fire—electric—a pulsating force of need that drove us both to the sweet ecstasy of release it was evident we craved. I succumbed to it—to the moment, to her, to my own body’s most primal desire.

  As she shattered around me, her pussy squeezing my cock to within an inch of its life, she threw her head back and screamed out my name.

  That was all it took.

  I came.

  Hard.

  Emptying my balls inside her with an almost triumphant, elated shout of pleasure.

  I was completely rung out by the time my hips stopped convulsing and I was breathing as hard as if I’d just run a marathon. Violet looked equally as exhausted but perfectly sated. I slid out of her with a hiss then removed the rubber and tied it into a knot before tucking my spent cock back into my briefs. Violet pulled her dress back down around her thighs. She lowered her head.

  Now that it was all over, she seemed suddenly shy.

  She wouldn’t meet my gaze.

  “Maybe next time we’ll make it as far as your living room,” I joked to relieve some of the tension in the air.

  Her head snapped up and she frowned.

  “There isn’t going to be a next time, Luke,” she said, pissing me off. “This was a one-time thing.”

  The hell it was.

  The grin slipped from my lips and I leaned in closer.

  “Make no mistake. There’s going to be a next time and a second and a third and a twentieth. You can’t get rid of me that easily. This thing between isn’t ending anytime soon. Are we clear?”

  I didn’t give her the time to reply.

  I threw the rubber on a nearby table then opened the door and strode towards my motorcycle. When I looked back, I winked. Violet was still standing in the same position, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

  I chuckled as I threw my leg over my bike and drove home. I was still grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat when I arrived at my cabin. The smile didn’t slip while I showered or when I crawled beneath the cool sheets and finally closed my eyes to sleep.

  I even woke up with a damn smile on my face, such was her power over me.

  I’d been wrong before when I said she wouldn’t know what had hit her.

  It was the other way around.

  I didn’t know what had hit me.

  But I liked it.

  Oh boy did I like it.

  Chapter Five

  Violet

  I’d been sitting at my desk in the room I used as an office, for almost four hours, but I’d hardly done any work.

  I couldn’t concentrate on a damn thing.

  I loved designing websites. There was something so rewarding about turning a rough idea from a client into a beautiful, workable site that they were proud to show off. But on that morning, feeling sorry for myself because I was suffering from the effects of a slight hangover not to mention the fact that I was dying with shame, I simply couldn’t get into it.

  Every time I pulled up a page and tried to focus on the design or the layout, the events of the previous night would flash through my mind and I was unable to concentrate on my work for any length of time.

  I couldn’t believe I’d slept with Luke.

  What the hell had I been thinking?

  I don’t suppose I had been thinking, though, that was the point. When I opened the door and saw him standing there, looking as sexy as ever, I hadn’t been able to turn him away. Had that been because of the alcohol I’d consumed or would I have slept with him anyway?

  It was impossible to tell, but I suspected our moment of madness had been inevitable. I mean, I hadn’t exactly been drunk or incapable of making a rational decision, but I’d been tipsy enough that I’d lost my inhibitions and slept with him when In all likelihood, I would have talked myself out of it if I’d been completely sober.

  However, to say that I’d slept with him was a bit of a stretch
, wasn’t it? We hadn’t even made it farther than the hallway.

  I cringed.

  When had I become such a slut?

  I’d never behaved like that before. It had taken over three months of dating before I’d had sex with my husband and even then I’d worried that I was being too easy and that it had been too soon. And yet I’d fucked Luke within minutes of opening the door to him.

  I’d even initiated it for God’s sake.

  I sighed heavily.

  Luke’s words from the night before kept running through my mind

  “Make no mistake. There’s going to be a next time. And a second and a third and a twentieth. You can’t get rid of me that easily. This thing between isn’t ending anytime soon.”

  What the heck had he meant? What thing between us? Did he honestly believe there could be something more going on with us—something deeper and more meaningful than a one night stand?

  If that was what Luke was looking for then I was going to have to set him straight. What had happened between us wasn’t going to happen again.

  It couldn’t.

  I was in danger with Luke and I knew it.

  The attraction between us was too powerful. If I continued to have sex with him, I would quickly grow attached. I wasn’t the type of woman who could have a casual relationship and switch off my feelings. I just wasn’t wired that way. If I was seeing someone it was because I was into them and if I was into them, then I could fall for them.

  No, Luke was on my stay the hell away from list from there on out.

  For my sanity’s sake, he had to be.

  When the knock came on the front door, I was partly relieved for the interruption but mostly annoyed. I needed to work, but in truth, I didn’t think I’d have actually got any work done anyway. I took off my reading glasses then massaged the bridge of my nose before getting up to answer the door. I pulled it open to greet my visitor only to come face to face with the man I’d been thinking about just moments before.

  I blinked.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Luke threw his head back and laughed. “I’m getting déjà vu here. Are you going to say that every time you open the door to me? Because, hello you sexy stud would be preferable.” He lifted the brown paper bag he held in his arms. “I brought you lunch.”

  I was too stunned to reply.

  While I stood there, dazed, Luke brushed past me then strode down the hall towards my living room.

  “It’s this way, I take it?”

  I snapped out of my stupor, closing the door quickly before hurrying after him. “Hey! Wait!”

  When I walked into the room, I stopped dead inside the door. Luke was busy unloading the contents of the bag onto my dining room table.

  “I didn’t know what you liked so I brought a selection,” he said, screwing the bag up into a ball. “I forgot drinks though. My bad. You got any soda?”

  He strode to the refrigerator then opened the door and peered inside.

  “These will do.” He pulled out two cans of Mountain Dew then brought them to the table before returning to the kitchen and methodically opening the kitchen cupboards. “Glasses?” he asked over his shoulder.

  I hadn’t uttered a word since I’d entered the room because at that moment I didn’t think I was capable of speech. My mouth hung open as I watched him move around the kitchen as if he owned the place.

  “What are you doing?” I asked when I was finally able to engage my mouth and brain enough to utter a coherent sentence.

  He looked over his shoulder at me and frowned. “Looking for glasses.”

  “No. I mean, what are you doing?”

  His frown deepened. “Huh?”

  “Oh, Jesus,” I snapped, marching to the table and pointing at the food that sat on it. “What’s all this, Luke? What are you doing here?”

  He grabbed two tall glasses from the cupboard his nose was currently buried in then brought them to the table.

  “I already told you. I brought you lunch. Can you get the cutlery? I haven’t got time to look for it. Got to be back in work soon or my boss’ll be pissed.”

  I was halfway across the room, heading for the cutlery drawer when I realized what I was doing. I turned back to him and scowled.

  “Luke. You can’t do this.”

  He pulled out a chair then sat down and started to unwrap all the different meats and cheeses.

  “Do what?”

  “This!” I said, sweeping my hands around in frustration. “You can’t just turn up at my house when you feel like it. And you can’t just bring me lunch. Look, I don’t know what’s going through your mind right now, but we are not an item.

  “You’re not my boyfriend, hell you’re not even my friend. We’re not dating. We’re not anything, okay? Last night was a mistake. It’s not going to happen again and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to show up at my house like this anymore.”

  “You done?” A shadow of annoyance crossed Luke’s face. He rounded the table then strode towards me, his presence so overwhelming that I found myself taking a step back. When he spoke, there was an edge to his voice.

  “Listen up and listen good.” He held my gaze with the utmost of ease. “Last night wasn’t a mistake and you know it. It happened because we both wanted it to. Are you going to stand there and deny that you’re attracted to me?”

  I opened my mouth to do just that but Luke wasn’t done so I closed it against the lie.

  “If this is what we both want, why are you trying to push me away? Why not give into it? You want me. Be honest about it. If I was to kiss you right now, I guarantee I’d have you flat on your back in two minutes tops.”

  I gasped. “How dare you! Is that what you think of me, that I’m some sort of slut?”

  I guess I couldn’t blame him for thinking of me that way considering the fact that I sure had acted like a slut the night before. Still, his assessment of me hurt.

  His expression turned thunderous. “Slut? What the hell are you talking about, woman? I don’t think you’re a slut.”

  I got up in his face. “You just said you’d have me on my back in two minutes tops!”

  “I would!” he roared. “But that’s not because you’re a slut.”

  “Then why is it?” I shouted back at him.

  “It’s because you want me, every bit as much as I want you! And if I can’t resist you, I don’t think you’d be able to resist me!”

  “Oh.”

  I couldn’t think straight when he was in my personal space like that so I took a step back to give myself some breathing room.

  “Well, that’s still very presumptuous of you,” I informed him. “And arrogant. Let’s not forget arrogant.”

  He shrugged. “Is it arrogant if it’s the truth? Now, can we please eat lunch before I have to get back to work? I’m starving.”

  I bit my tongue against a retort and went to get us some cutlery. When we were both seated at the table, I handed him a knife and fork and a paper towel.

  “This doesn’t mean anything, you know,” I said sulkily before staring at the feast on the table. I did a double take. “Wow, this looks amazing.”

  Luke’s mouth twitched but didn’t lift into a full smile. “I’m glad you approve. Mary at the deli said these were the most popular choices.”

  I could believe it.

  There were a couple of different types of cheeses, plus a small selection of meats and a loaf of bread that smelled so good it made me want to drop to my knees and worship at Mary’s feet.

  “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?” Luke asked.

  I scrunched my brow in distaste. “Hell no.”

  We split the loaf of bread then I speared some of the meat and cheese onto my plate. The first mouthful made me moan.

  “Wow, this is so good.”

  Luke nodded. “I know, right? It’s nice to meet a woman who’s not afraid to eat.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He shrugged. “I went o
n a date with a woman who wouldn’t order anything more than a salad. Her stomach was growling so loudly she had to be starving, but she sat there picking at a lettuce leaf.” He rolled his eyes. “What the hell is all that about?”

  I shrugged. It had never bothered me to eat in front of a man. “Maybe she was shy.”

  Luke rolled his eyes. “Who has time to deal with that?”

  I’d just about cleared my plate when I thought about what he’d said again and I smiled to myself.

  “What?” he asked between mouthfuls.

  “I just can’t imagine you out on an actual date, that’s all.”

  “I haven’t been on many,” he admitted. “They’re exhausting.”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to say that he obviously hadn’t been out with the right woman, but I closed my mouth before I blurted it out.

  I didn’t want him to think that I was referring to myself.

  “Speaking of dates,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

  I didn’t like where this was heading.

  “How about I pick you up tomorrow night to take you to dinner?”

  I sighed and put down my fork. “Luke, we’re not dating.”

  “We are,” he countered.

  I stared at him. “No, we’re not.”

  “Have you got something against dating? Or is it that you don’t want to date me, specifically?”

  He leaned back in his seat and adopted a casual pose with his arm slung over the back of the chair, but the look on his face was anything but casual. I’d always thought that beards could hide a person’s expression, but there was no mistaking the intense light in his eyes or the slight pull to his brows which gave away what he was thinking.

  He wasn’t happy.

  I toyed with my fork. “Look, Luke—“

  “So it is just me, then. What, I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough for anything else, is that it?”

  “What? No, that isn’t…” I shook my head. “Jesus, I’m not even divorced yet. Do you honestly think I’m ready to rush back into another relationship? And even if I was…”

  “And even if you were?” he prompted. “Come on, don’t stop there, Vi, not now that we’re getting down to the real reason you don’t want to go out with me.”