by Sky Winters
They collapsed in a heap on the ground and Brock gathered Owen close to himself, holding him against his broad chest so that Owen could rest his head.
“Move in with me,” Brock whispered, kissing the top of his head. “There’s no need to work so hard when we can take care of each other right here.”
Owen’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he reached up to kiss Brock languidly.
“All right,” he whispered.
They held each other until the sun came up, when Owen called in to quit his jobs so that he could spend the rest of his life in Brock’s arms.
THE END
Preview of Bear Mountain Bride
Chapter 1
Tessa Henderson never grew tired of the way the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows of her cabin on Bear Mountain. Even after a year, when she and her husband Lucas decided to finally leave the city behind and spend the rest of their lives in peaceful seclusion, she still loved waking up to the gentle dappling of sunlight at the end of her and Lucas’s bed. First, it would play through the leaves of the trees that shaded their cozy cabin, the light shifting as the wind poured over the branches. As the morning went on and the sun rose above the tree line, the sun would flood in on brilliant golden beams.
Tossing the earth-toned blanket from her body, Tessa rose from the bed to open a window and let the pleasant, warm air fill the room. The subtle scent of lavender mixed with the clean, fresh morning breeze. This was her favorite time of year, when the last frost of winter became a distant memory and the sunlight grew warmer by the day, the plants and trees coming out of their long hibernation- spring was almost here. She pulled at the hem of a thin, white t-shirt that showed off her full breasts and barely covered her pair of black lace panties. This was her favorite outfit to sleep in.
Tessa looked at the bed with longing, wishing that Lucas was still in it. Something about these warm, sunny mornings made her want to waste the hours away in bed with her husband, but he rose even earlier than she did. More and more, Tessa found herself waking up alone in bed, her arm moving longingly over the sheets where Lucas would lay.
A thud sounded through the cabin, snapping Tessa out of her morning daydream and alerting her that Lucas was home. Checking her phone on the nightstand, she saw that it wasn’t even eight yet.
“Baby, is that you?” asked Tessa, calling through the open bedroom door.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Lucas said, his gruff, manly voice carrying through the home.
Tessa smiled, happy that he was back. She moved with slinky steps towards the living room, her long chocolate-colored hair mussed from sleep. Entering the kitchen, she saw Lucas, his large, muscular body bare from the waist up, and his tanned, sculpted torso glistening with sweat from his morning’s work. His sandy blond hair hit his strong, defined jaw and his light blue jeans hung from his hips, showing off the full span of his strong, tight abs.
Upon seeing Tessa, his green eyes widened slightly and Tessa watched as his gaze tracked along the curves of her body.
“Where were you?” Tessa asked, crossing one slim ankle over the other as she leaned against the door frame.
“Nowhere,” he said, as he poured himself a tall glass of water at the sink, his tone suggesting that he didn’t want to discuss the matter.
But Tessa did. She knew that Lucas had always been an early riser, but throughout their marriage, there was a reason. He used to rise early to work on one of his wrought-iron sculptures. But since they moved, he was becoming more and more cagey about where he had been and what he had been doing[T1].
“Nowhere?”
“Just into town to get some supplies- nothing you need to worry about.”
He took a long draw from the glass of water, the soft-pointed triangle of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with each swallow.
“I just don’t know why you need to go so early.”
“To get it done, that’s why.”
Lucas set the glass in the basin of the stainless-steel sink.
“What difference does it even make?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” said Tessa, winding a delicate finger through her hair and coiling it, a playful smile spreading across her face. “I thought we could spend the morning together.”
Lucas leaned against the counter, taking another look at Tessa.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, getting the hint. “What’d you have in mind?”
“I think you know.”
With that, Tessa turned around and slinked back into the bedroom, pulling her shirt off and tossing it out into the living room, her nipples hard and taut. As she sat down on the bed, she heard Lucas’s heavy footfalls follow her into the bedroom, and within seconds, his tall, broad-shouldered frame was darkening the doorway.
Even after a decade-and-a-half of marriage, Tessa still found Lucas to be the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. His sandy hair was wild and unruly, his green eyes were brilliant and always seemed to be narrowed in mischief, his nose was strong and slim, and his jaw was wide and square, set just below a set of sensual, full lips. A passionate, talented artist, he always had his pick of bohemian girls who invariably fell under his spell, and Tessa still couldn’t believe that she was the one he actually chose to wed.
She looked at him with ravenous eyes as he stepped out of his heavy, brown boots.
“Come here,” said Tessa, curling a finger towards him, her face half-obscured by a thick tress of hair.
Lucas stepped towards her, nothing on his body but his jeans. When he closed the distance, Tessa placed her hands on his tight skin smooth and taut over his muscles. She began kissing his stomach, taking sweet pleasure in the feeling of his abs against her soft lips. Moving down, she paid special attention to his hip bones; she’d always loved the way they jutted out. Tessa inhaled while kissing him, taking in his rich, manly musk. As she continued, she moved her hands down and around, slipping her fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and dragging the backs of her nails against his skin. She looked up at him with smiling eyes, building the anticipation for what was to come next.
He moved one hand to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair, the backs of his nails dragging against her skin, sending shivers along the length of her back. Tessa worked open the brushed gold button of his jeans, unfastening it and exposing the skin just above Lucas’s cock. She moved her lips down, kissing this newly visible skin as she pulled his jeans by the waist, moving her head back and away from his cock as it sprang free.
Tessa couldn’t help but smile every time she saw Lucas’s cock. It was long and thick, smooth and delicious. She found herself often thinking of the first time they fucked that night long ago in the back of his car, a black Porsche Roadster that he inherited from an uncle and still drove to this day. She still remembered the feeling of him sliding into her after what seemed like hours of foreplay, the length of his cock entering her fully, forcing a long sigh from her lungs. And what she remembers most was thinking how perfectly he fit into her, as though his cock was made just for her.
She never grew bored of it and now was no exception.
Taking a long, hungry look at Lucas’s prick, Tessa began by stroking him along the base of his shaft with her fingertips. She wanted to take all of him into her mouth right then, to let his length slide down her tongue and into her throat, but Tessa had long ago learned the value of making a man wait. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she tightened her grip, gently squeezing his balls as she stared up at him. Watching his face tighten, Tessa knew that he was ready for her to begin. And as she felt her mouth water as she looked down the length of his organ, she knew that she was ready, too.
She began by kissing the head of his prick with gentle presses, her lips glossy and wet. Tessa focused on just his head at first, kissing along the ridge of his prick, paying special attention to his most sensitive areas as she continued to squeeze his balls. A quick grunt emerged from Lucas’s throat, and Tessa took this as a sign tha
t she was on the right track. After years of learning just how to make this particular cock cum, she knew that she’d better be.
Tessa kissed him along his substantial length, now moving her hand up to the head of his organ, caressing him as she kissed the taut skin of his erection, stopping only at his balls to suck and lick them before moving back up. After repeating this a few times, she knew that she was ready to taste him- to really taste him.
Moving her lips back up to the tip, she opened wide, the corners of her lips pulled upwards in a smile of anticipation, and took him into her warm, wet mouth.
Lucas groaned with pleasure as his cock slid into her, Tessa flicking his length with her tongue as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She stopped before she took his length fully down her throat, wrapping her lips into a tight seal around his shaft. Then, she began sliding her lips along his cock, gently lashing him with her tongue as she sucked, flashing her big, blue eyes up at him with a sensual gaze as she worked.
Gradually, her pace quickened, the soft sounds of her sucking and licking mingling with the birdsong that floated in through the open window. Tessa made sure to lick his head hard when she was about to slide her mouth along his length, pressing her soft, wet tongue against the head of his cock and the skin just below. Moving one hand along his side, she could feel his body shudder with pleasure and as she sucked, his breath quickened.
Then, she relaxed her throat, allowing his entire length to slide into her. She moved slowly, savoring every inch of his perfect cock, her lips creeping down him, stretched over his girth. When Tessa reached the base of his cock she let it simply rest in her throat and brought her gaze up to his eyes once again, letting him look down with his narrowed, green eyes at the sight of his woman taking him as deeply as she could. Then, his hands still kitted into her hair, he gently moved her head back; she could tell that he was on the verge of cumming. His cock dropped out of her mouth as he moved her back, bouncing slightly as the massive, thick member dipped down from gravity. She knew now that it was time to fuck him.
Lucas stepped out of his jeans, and Tessa moved onto the bed, pulling her panties down to her ankles and kicking them off. Now, other than a small strip of trimmed black her above her sex, she was completely bare. Lucas then moved over her, propping himself up with his thick, ropy arms. The span of his broad, strong shoulders casted a shadow over Tessa as she crossed her legs coquettishly, eagerly anticipating him to spread them and enter her.
He held himself above her for a moment and as he did, Tessa felt something off, something different. She watched Lucas move his hands along her body, over the flat, creamy skin of her stomach and down between her legs, slipping his fingers between her thighs and gently spreading her legs apart. And again, as he did, Tessa sensed something strange. She looked up at Lucas and saw that he was looking at the wall above their bed, rather than down at her.
Lucas had always been a stoic sort, his calm and strong masculinity was a trait of his that Tessa was both attracted to and frustrated by, so tender kisses and outpourings of emotion during sex were never something that she expected from him. But at this moment he seemed different, as though his mind were someplace else, and he was preparing himself to simply go through the motions of making love. But she couldn’t say for sure what was going through his mind.
Before she had a chance to consider it further, Lucas slid his cock into her and Tessa’s mind was instantly flooded with the blissful oblivion of pure pleasure, her limbs becoming warm and goosebumps breaking out across her skin. Lucas moved slowly, moving his prick into her, first just with his head, then sheathing himself halfway down his shaft before finally sinking himself deeply and fully into her, enveloping the entire length of his cock with deep, full plunges.
Tessa sighed as he fucked her, dragging her nails along his back, spreading her legs open as fully as she could in order to accommodate his large, burly body. But as soon as the initial wave of pleasure rolled through her body, she couldn’t help but notice once again the way Lucas seemed distant. He appeared to be enjoying himself, she could see that clearly, but it was as though his mind were someplace else. She found her own thoughts drifting back to her concern for where he had been this morning, and why he was out so late. And not simply out late the previous night, but so many other nights.
Pushing these thoughts out of her head, she shifted her focus to Lucas as he moved on top of her, his face in a tight expression of manly pleasure. She spotted the first trickles of perspiration on his brow, and as she looked down at the curves of her own body, she saw that her own skin was beginning to glisten with sweat from the heat of their lovemaking. He lowered his body down until his skin was pressed against hers; Tessa responded by wrapping her arms around his back, feeling his muscles flex against her touch as he thrust into her over and over. She began to feel the orgasm well inside of her, though she still couldn’t shake the idea that there was something simply off about Lucas.
But before she could consider the question further, Lucas lifted himself off her, and grabbing the soft flesh of her hips with his rough, strong hands, he flipped her over, and with a pull on her thighs, moved Tessa into the doggy position. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he slid himself into her once more and began pounding her with powerful thrusts of his hips.
The force of his cock moving in and out of her brought Tessa’s orgasm closer- tantalizingly close. She loved the feel of his hands on her body and savored how rough he could be with her.
And as if he could sense her thoughts, Lucas brought his hand against Tessa’s ass, slapping his open palm against the ample flesh of her ass and producing a loud, cracking impact that sounded through the room, cutting through the couple’s low moans. The sweet mixture of pain and pleasure rushed through Tessa, pushing her even closer to orgasm.
But again, the invading thoughts returned and she found herself wondering if Lucas was fucking her in this position so that he didn’t have to look at her face, so that he could pretend that she was someone else. Right in the middle of their lovemaking she found these anxious thoughts racing through her, taking her out of the passion she so desperately wanted to enjoy. She cursed herself for her paranoia, but as much as she wanted to simply focus on the feeling of her husband inside of her, she found it harder and harder.
“Slap my ass again, baby,” she said, needing to feel the throb of pain, needing to have these thoughts blotted out.
She was beyond thankful when Lucas’s hand cracked against her ass again. Not only did it fill her with a feeling of sensual delight, it served to jostle the invasive thoughts out of her mind, the physical pain bringing her back to the moment. He continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust and slap of his hand upon her ass bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm that she craved.
Then, finally, it came. Pleasure ripped through her body, her limbs going soft as the overwhelmingly intense feeling of the sort of ecstasy that only her lover could bring forth cascaded through her. The orgasm was so strong that she felt as though her body was almost going to come apart at the joints. Lucas, now in a steady pace of deep, full thrusts, came hard, shooting his cum deep inside of her. His pace slowed and as Tessa’s orgasm faded, her face now pressed into the soft pillow in front of her, her moans muffled as she felt her own hot breath against her face.
After a time, Lucas finished, and so did she. Tessa allowed her body to collapse onto the bed, her limbs hot and weak from orgasm. Lucas slid out of her and she took sweet pleasure at the feeling of his hot cum inside of her. They both stayed in these positions for a moment, Tessa flat against the bed, Lucas on his knees, leaning against the wall next to the bed, both of them regaining their breath.
Then Tessa rolled over, her eyes on the magnificent body of her husband, his burly torso slick with sweat, his skin darkened slightly from the rush of blood through his body. A sly smile crept across her face, and at that moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to collapse beside her and to wrap her ar
ms around his body.
But instead, he stepped off of the bed, and without saying a word, left the room, snatching his pants from the floor with a quick swipe as he departed.
Not knowing what to do, or to say, Tessa curled up onto the bed, pulling a pillow close to her body, the glimmer of her wedding ring on the nightstand as it caught the morning sunlight visible in the corner of her eye……
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Preview of Bear Mountain Baby
Olivia Willet ran through the woods, her breath ragged, her bare feet hitting the dirt with soft thuds punctuated by the occasional snapping branch. The night was dark, the only light the silver of the moon above. Its glow illuminated Olivia’s way as she ran, its curved form peeking out through the branches that crisscrossed above her, as though a silent witness to her escape. Her pace was uneven, her arms held tight against the baby bump on her stomach, as though she might drop it and leave it behind if she didn’t keep it close.
“I hear you out there!” called Brody, the almost-husband that she’d left yesterday, the day of their wedding.
A wedding that, if she had her say, wouldn’t ever happen. Not in a million years.
Frustrated tears formed in Olivia’s eyes as she ran. She was mad at her slowness, her body sluggish and clumsy with pregnancy. Pressing against a nearby tree and regaining her breath in slow, labored draws, she wondered what her next step would be.
She thought she’d gotten away. Taking the car and what few belongings she had, Olivia had escaped in the middle of the night and drove for hours, the fear of Brody’s anger offset by the wild thrill of the escape and the happiness that she felt from getting out from under the thumb of the man she once loved. As she caught her breath, the moonlight above sliced through the canopy of leaves, the glow landing on her arm, right on the finger-shaped bruises that Brody had left on her skin. As silly as she felt thinking it, it was almost as if nature was reminding her of what she needed to do, of what was at stake for her and her child if she didn’t succeed in her escape.