Her Obsessed Mountain Man

by Parker Grey

  With that I arch my back, try to lift myself onto him. I’m seized with the sudden and absolute urge to take him inside me, feel his girth fill me as we come together, but just as the head of his cock grazes my lips, Jax stops me.

  “Not yet,” he gasps, his hand still over mine as I give him one last powerful pump.

  Jax’s cock practically jumps in my hand, thick spurts of cum shooting from the tip. It’s surprisingly powerful, landing in ropes across my breasts and belly, some of it sinking into the downy hair of my mound. I keep stroking him until he’s shuddering, his cock beginning to go soft in my hand.

  Finally, he stops me, taking my hand off of him. Jax kisses me deeply, not caring at all that I’m covered in his seed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I love the way you look right now.”

  I glance down at the sticky substance all over me, and I’m surprised to realize that it’s kind of hot. Like he’s marked me as his, and I don’t mind at all.

  “I love it too,” I whisper.

  Chapter Seven

  Jax

  I can’t help myself around Ruby. She hasn’t even been here twelve hours and I’ve already practically ravished her in the shower, utterly captivated by her beauty, by the lithe curves of her body and the way she moves.

  I very nearly took her virginity just now. She wanted me to. I know she did, the way her eyes and her body begged me to fill her up and show her new heights of ecstasy.

  But I shouldn’t. Sweet, innocent, beautiful Ruby should give that to someone else. Someone besides a rough former soldier and bartender who spends his nights keeping the Iron Diablos from destroying a shitty road house in the middle of nowhere.

  Someone her own age, not at least ten years older than her, like I am.

  Someone who doesn’t live in a self-built cabin in the woods.

  I stand in the bathtub, helping Ruby to her feet. I’m still fully clothed, but I quickly strip naked and turn on the shower, then wash Ruby as gently as I can with my single bar of soap. We make out, our bodies sliding together under the hot water, and before I know it, she’s coming on my fingers while I stroke her clit, her mouth under mine.

  She reaches for my cock, but I turn off the water. I’m determined to keep up a three-to-one, her-to-me orgasm ratio, which means I owe her at least one more.

  We finally get out of the shower when it starts to run lukewarm. Normally I’m much more careful about my hot water levels — the hot water heater for the cabin isn’t very big — but today I couldn’t care less. Ruby towels herself off carefully, starting with her hair, and as I watch her, skin still flushed pink with heat, I’m already tenting my own towel.

  She notices, wrapping her towel around her hair and standing stark naked in my small bathroom. I watch as a single water droplet makes its way down her neck, over her collarbone, and onto her small, perky breast, narrowly avoiding her nipple.

  When I open the door to the bedroom, the rush of cool air is bracing, and I watch as Ruby’s nipples stiffen with it. Her sweatshirt and sweatpants are still on the bathroom floor, along with my half-wet clothes, and neither of us makes a move to get them.

  “I should probably go home soon,” she says, still stark-naked, standing in front of me, her eyes flicking down to my incredibly obvious erection.

  I skim a hand down her back, over her prefect, perky ass. Every touch just gets me harder until it feels like my cock might explode.

  Right now, I could sit down on this bed, pull her on top of me, and have Ruby ride my cock until she comes twice. Fuck, I want that more than anything.

  But it’s wrong. She’s young, beautiful, fresh.

  I’m… well, I’m me. And Ruby deserves better.

  “But you don’t need to leave right now,” I tell her, pulling her closer. “I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

  She blushes. It’s beautiful when she does, and there’s something sweet and innocent about it. Despite what we just did in the shower — despite how dirty I can tell she wants to be with me — she still blushes at the suggestion.

  “And I haven’t tasted you yet, either,” she teases, biting her lip to emphasize her point.

  God, this girl is unbelievable. The perfect combination of innocent and sexy.

  “Well, I’m going first,” I say.

  I don’t wait for her to answer, I just pick her up and toss her onto the bed. She squeals in surprise, but I’m already on top of her and between her thighs before she can even squirm.

  My hands close over her thighs in sheer anticipation. I let my lips drift down her body, already smelling her arousal. The sweet musk scent makes me curl my toes, all the blood in my body rushing straight to my dick as I push her legs apart, listening to her gasp and moan above me.

  At last, I dart my tongue out and lick her sweet, sensitive nub. A tremor thrums through Ruby, her back arching and her legs going stiff as her hands clench the bedsheets below her. I smile softly, tracing my tongue down to her lips, skillfully outlining the edges before dipping between them and finally tasting her honey.

  Ruby’s breath catches in her throat, and I plunge my tongue deeper into her center, arching it up into the sensitive spot along her front wall. She moans, the sheets tight in her fists, and I pull her down the bed onto my mouth.

  I need more. I want to stay here all day, licking and sucking her, making her come a thousand more times—

  There’s a knock at the door, and it surprises me into stillness. It’s loud and forceful, the sound reverberating through the small cabin.

  “Fuck off, I’m busy,” I murmur, going back to what I was doing. Ruby’s sweet on my tongue, and I lick at her clit again as I gently move one finger to her lips, teasing her before I plunge it into her tight, hot channel.

  The knock sounds again. It’s louder this time, and Ruby stills beneath me.

  “Fuck off!” I shout. “I don’t want any!”

  “Jax,” Ruby says, still panting for breath. “Maybe we should—”

  They knock again, this time so hard that I can hear my door rocking on its hinges, and it’s not a weak door. I lift my head, looking at Ruby’s glorious body in front of me, furious at whoever’s trying to ruin this.

  “Police! Open up!” they shout.

  I quell the urge to shout fuck the police! I’ve still got Ruby’s thighs in both hands, but she’s twisted around, looking through my bedroom door and toward the front.

  “Now!” they shout.

  “Jax, you should go,” Ruby whispers.

  Clenching my jaw, I stand from the bed, unwilling. I’d stay quiet but I’m afraid they’ll break down the door if I don’t answer them, and then I’ll never get to finish eating Ruby out.

  “Stay here,” I tell her as I pull on my pants, not bothering with my boxers. “Just like that.”

  She gives me a smile, but I can tell she’s rattled. I pull on a plaid shirt as I make my way to my front door, still barefoot, Ruby’s juices still on my lips. I lick them off as I open the door to find two officers, a man and a woman.

  “Jackson Stuart?” the man asks, holding up a badge.

  I give it a long look before I respond.

  “Can I help you?” I ask curtly.

  “Mind if we come in?”

  “I do, in fact.”

  “Sir, we need to—”

  “It’s about Ruby Dawson,” the female cop butts in from behind him. The male cop’s jaw works for a moment, and I can tell he’s not happy about the interruption, but he doesn’t say anything.

  “What about her?” I ask.

  “We believe that she may be in considerable danger,” the male cop says before the female cop can say anything. “And given that she left the hospital late last night with a man matching your description, we have reason to believe she’s here.”

  Considerable danger?

  His eyes flick briefly to my lips, where I can still taste her. I’m sure it’s obvious what I’ve been doing.

  Behind him, the female cop no
ds once, and my heartbeat picks up speed. I have a flash of memory about the night before — Viper going through the open window in Grandma Flo’s house before I could get him, when I went to Ruby instead.

  He’s still out there.

  He could be anywhere.

  My jaw tightens. I’ll kill him if he tries anything else, and that’s not an empty threat.

  “All right,” I relent. “Come in.”

  Chapter Eight

  Ruby

  “But why me?” I ask, clutching my mug in front of me like it’s a shield. “The Iron Diablos must have tons of enemies.”

  The male cop, who introduced himself as Officer Dennison, just shrugs.

  “Perhaps this is a straw-that-broke-the-camel’s-back situation,” he says.

  “Our informant in the Diablos tells us that Eugene Thiel — that’s Viper — has been increasingly unstable as of late,” Officer Brazza says, her voice low and soothing. “He doesn’t know why, but he does know that Mr. Thiel is very dangerous right now. I’m afraid you picked the wrong time to turn him down.”

  “You mean he picked the wrong time to proposition me,” I say hotly. “I was just eating a cheeseburger.”

  “Of course,” Officer Brazza says. “Sorry.”

  Before I can ruminate any further on why anyone’s acting like this is my fault, Jax puts one big hand on my knee, squeezing it reassuringly.

  “Ruby will need protection,” he says.

  The officers nod.

  “She’s staying here,” Jax goes on.

  I turn my head incredulously. It’s a nice offer, and God knows I’d like to finish what we started earlier, but I can’t stay here. Jax has already protected me enough — I can’t ask him to put himself in danger any more than he already has.

  “I can’t,” I tell him. “I’ll go home, they’ll put an officer outside my dad’s house —”

  “No,” he says flatly.

  I raise both my eyebrows at him, taken aback. Jax’s frown deepens.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he goes on, his voice gentler now. “I know the Iron Diablos, because I pour their whiskey and listen to their bullshit every night. I know how they operate, and most importantly, I know how to take any of them down.”

  I look away, worrying my lip.

  “Besides, they don’t know you’re here,” Jax says.

  “They could have followed us from the hospital,” I point out.

  “They didn’t,” he says. “If they had, do you think we’d be having this conversation right now?”

  He has a point.

  “I guess not,” I say, acquiescing. “But…”

  I trail off, because I don’t really have any good arguments, even though I get distracted by the fact that the Diablos are apparently still out to get me, just because I turned down an offer of gross bathroom sex from one of their members.

  Besides, there’s one more very good argument in favor of me staying here, and it’s the slowly dulling ache between my legs, driving me almost to distraction. I feel like I still haven’t fully realized what’s going on, partly because I’m finding it hard to think about anything but Jax, on the bed, between my legs as he flicked his tongue lazily over my clit…

  “Do you know how long I’ll be staying here?” I ask the officers, who shake their heads.

  “Not long,” the man says. “We’ve got some good leads on Thiel already.”

  As soon as the police leave, Jax shuts the door, then takes my face in both his face and looks deeply into my eyes. I tilt my face up so he can kiss me, but for a long moment, all he does is look at me.

  “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Ruby,” he says. “I swear it.”

  I put my hands over his so our fingers are intertwined.

  “I know you won’t,” I say, because I believe him, and I believe that no matter what happens, I’m safe here with this man.

  He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth and probing at my own. We kiss for a long time, hands and fingers intertwining, leaving me utterly breathless by the time he’s finished.

  “Now that’s settled,” he says, the hint of a smile returning to his face. “I believe we have unfinished business.”

  Before I can even think, he’s picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, and he takes me back into the bedroom and tosses me on the bed.

  Then I come twice on his tongue and once on his fingers before he lets me anywhere near his magnificent cock.

  We don’t hear from the police again that day. Grandma Flo is released from the hospital and goes to stay with my dad, and they’re both still worried about me, but the police reassure them I’m in the best hands possible.

  Which is true.

  I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t stop touching Jax. It’s like the danger of being ambushed at Grandma’s house released some sort of insatiable need deep inside me, and I just happened to get stuck with him.

  The thing is, he doesn’t seem to mind. A few hours after he eats me out when the police leave, he hoists me onto the kitchen counter and does it again.

  It’s even better the second time.

  I fall asleep easily that night, in Jax’s bed, Jax’s arms around me. It’s completely quiet except for the hush of the wind through the pine trees that surround his cabin — different from the suburban noises of my dad’s house. It seems like back home there’s always someone revving an engine or a dog barking, but here it’s utterly peaceful and still.

  I could get used to this. All of it.

  In the morning, I wake up before the sun rises. One minutes I’m deeply asleep, not even dreaming, and the next, bam. Fully awake, like it’s ten in the morning and I’ve already had a double-shot espresso on the way to my first class.

  I roll over, stretching. Jax is still next to me, one huge hand on my stomach, still asleep, his face softer now, his eyes flicking back and forth beneath his eyelids.

  I examine him for a long, long moment in the gray not-yet-sunrise light. I can already pick out a few silver streaks through his hair and beard, a few shallow lines around his eyes.

  None of it makes him any less handsome. If anything, it makes him look… dignified, weathered. Rugged.

  Frankly, it’s kind of hot. I have no idea how old Jax is and I’ve never asked — until yesterday, he was just someone I saw every so often, someone who I had wild, won’t-ever-happen fantasies about.

  You didn’t tell him you were a virgin, I think.

  Something tightens in my stomach. It’s not that I mind being a virgin — I just haven’t had sex yet, it’s no big deal — but I don’t really know if someone like Jax is going to be interested. I’m sure he’s more experienced than me, but what if he doesn’t want to have to show me the ropes?

  I sit up slowly. Even though I’m not normally a morning person, right now I’m already too awake to stay in bed, so I get up quietly, put on yesterday’s shirt and walk to the kitchen.

  Standing there, looking around at his somewhat minimal kitchen supplies, I have an idea.

  Pancakes.

  I’ll make pancakes.

  I freely admit to not being the world’s greatest cook — okay, I’m probably in the bottom third of cooks, if we’re being honest — but any idiot can make pancakes, right? It’s just… flour and eggs and stuff all mixed together and tossed onto the stove.

  Luckily, before disaster can strike too hard, I find a box of pancake mix in Jax’s cupboard. It’s got very explicit instructions on the back, so ten minutes later I’m happily mixing it together with some eggs and water — Jax is out of milk — and then rummaging through his cupboards for a skillet to cook pancakes in.

  I find one. It’s square, which is weird, but I shrug and put it on the stove, turning the burner onto the lowest setting.

  Then I take a deep breath and ladle a spoonful of pancake batter into the skillet.

  Absolutely nothing happens. I frown at the batter, the stove, and the skillet all at once because I
’m pretty sure it should be making a noise, or steaming, or… I don’t know. Something.

  But instead the batter is spreading out very, very slowly, until it covers the bottom of the skillet in a thin layer.

  Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did something wrong. Instead of a pancake, I seem to have a flat, square lake of raw batter that shows no signs whatsoever of transformation.

  I’m so absorbed in this problem that I don’t even hear the bedroom door open — either that, or Jax is very sneaky, because when he suddenly wraps his arms behind me from behind, I yelp.

  “You sneaked out of my bed,” he rumbles, his bearded face nuzzling my neck.

  “You sneaked up on me in the middle of making breakfast,” I counter, gesturing at the square lake in front of me.

  Jax makes a noise low in his throat, one hand absent-mindedly caressing my hip.

  “Is that what’s going on?” he finally asks.

  I frown at the lake.

  “It’s a pancake,” I say, a mite defensively. “Or, at least it will be really soon.”

  “Sure,” he says, pressing closer against me. He’s got on nothing but plaid pajama pants, his thick arms bare. As he pulls me in his erection bumps against my lower back, and instinctively, I grind against it.

  All I’m wearing is one of his enormous t-shirts and a pair of panties. Jax kisses my neck again, my eyelids fluttering closed as his hand dips below the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and skims up my thigh, his fingers just barely dipping below the band of my panties.

  “I’ve got a better idea for breakfast,” he murmurs duskily in my ear.

  Chapter Nine

  Jax

  Ruby’s breathing hitches as she pushes back against me, her hands still on the edge of my stove. She’s on her toes, bent slightly forward, ass pressing against my erection and making me feel like a balloon about to explode.

  Fuck yes. Good morning to me.