Her Obsessed Mountain Man

by Parker Grey

  His mouth is already on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and sending a sharp prickle through my body that ricochets off every nerve. I feel like I owe him some explanation, like I should tell him why it took me so long to come, what I’ve realized in the past week.

  “I missed you,” I say, my voice oddly loud in the otherwise silent room.

  His big hand is on my waist, and he squeezes me once in confirmation.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier,” I go on. “I was—”

  He puts his fingers over my mouth, silencing me.

  “Don’t tell me yet,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You can say whatever you want later but first, give me this.”

  “Give you what?” I ask, murmuring around his hand.

  “You.”

  He kisses me again without waiting for an answer, his warm hands all over my body. I tug him toward me, my hands scrabbling to get his shirt off, the hard muscles of his back rippling beneath my fingers.

  My hips rise and before I know it, my legs are wrapped around his waist. We’re both still wearing pants, but I can feel him through the layer of fabric, hard and ready. There’s an urgency in his movements that I haven’t felt before, and it only makes me squeeze him tighter between my thighs, my center running hot.

  He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know that he’s finally taking me up on my offer.

  No, my request.

  Thank God, because I’m not above begging.

  Jax doesn’t stop kissing me to grab my jeans by the waistband and tug at them, getting the button undone with one hand. I unzip them quickly, wriggling out, my panties leaving with them.

  He doesn’t waste any time, one calloused hand already traveling up the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I’ve got his shirt bunched around his chest, still trying to pull it off, but he’s ignoring my efforts, so I settle for feeling the muscles move and bunch beneath his skin.

  When his hand reaches the spot where my thigh and hip meet, he hesitates for a moment. His mouth moves off mine and he kisses the line of my jaw, lips moving to my ear, sending a shiver through my body as his fingers stroke me, teasing me, almost at my center but not quite.

  I take a deep breath, something hot and needy coiling inside me.

  “Jax,” I murmur. “I want you to—”

  “Quiet,” he commands, his lips on the shell of my ear as his fingers move inward.

  My whole body clenches as his fingertips brush over my lips, the very tip of my clit, and my words turn into a moan.

  “That’s better,” he says, a smile in his voice. “If you can talk then I’m not doing my job right.”

  He circles my clit with his thumb at the same time as his lips are on my neck again and I make a noise that’s half-moan, half-grunt. Jax chuckles as he bites me softly, the quick sharp feel of his teeth heightening everything.

  He works me slowly, his weight on top of me, practically pinning me down. He’s still fully clothed — I can’t even get his shirt off, he won’t let me — and I’m completely naked, his hard body between my thighs, his erection massive against me.

  Jax keeps going. I’m slippery with my juices, my toes clenched as I moan again. Now his mouth is on my collarbone, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along my skin as he moves to the top of my breast and then one nipple, flicking it with his tongue before taking it gently between his teeth.

  I just moan louder.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasp, and Jax just bites my nipple a little harder, like he’s reminding me who’s in charge right now.

  Then his thick fingers are at my entrance, sliding between my lips and entering me. My hips buck as pushes inside me, my opening tight around him. He finds that spot almost instantly and I gasp as he crooks his fingers against it, one hand grabbing at the sheets on his bed.

  “You did miss me,” he rumbles, fingers still moving, his lips now over my belly. “You’re soaking wet.”

  Then his mouth finds my clit and he drags his tongue over it slowly, sending shockwaves through my body. It feels so good that it almost hurts, but instead I’m lost to pleasure.

  Jax tosses one thigh over his shoulder, burying his face in me as he works me, slowly and deliberately. I gasp and moan, one hand in his hair, and I buck my hips against him. I know it’s probably rude, but it feels so good that I can’t help it — and he doesn’t seem to mind.

  He doesn’t stop. He’s playing my body expertly, working every nerve and muscle up to my climax, the rhythm of his fingers inside me perfectly matching the slow, strong tongue on my clit.

  I’m right at the edge, about to go over, but Jax doesn’t speed up or slow down, just keeps up the exact same intoxicating rhythm, driving me out of my mind with slow, steady, perfect speed. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to make me come, push me over that edge into bliss, but then suddenly he gives me one long, strong lick as his fingers move inside me and I fall.

  I come trembling and shouting, the force so powerful that it nearly overtakes me. I think I accidentally kick Jax, bucking and writhing, but his powerful hands hold me in place and he barely even seems to notice as he keeps going.

  And keeps going. He’s relentless, and I can feel one climax ebbing even as another one builds inside me. I’m completely helpless against it, against what he’s doing to me, and all I can do is come again, even harder than before.

  Finally, he stops. He pulls his fingers from my pussy as I tremble, trying to get my breath back, and I watch him as he licks them clean, a look of teasing satisfaction in his eyes.

  “You’re delicious,” he rumbles, nipping softly at my inner thigh.

  I gasp, my brain too scrambled for words.

  “Maybe I should just eat you out all day,” he teases, tracing a pattern on my skin with his tongue. “I think I’d like that.”

  I take a deep breath, try to get control of myself, loosen my fingers in his hair even though he barely seems to notice that I had him in a death grip.

  “Jax,” I say, my voice rough. I clear my throat, try to find some words. “Please—”

  He bites my inner thigh again, harder this time, then sucks at me for a moment. I gasp, and I’ve got a feeling there’ll be a mark there if I look.

  I think I like that he left a mark.

  “I’m just teasing you,” he says, finally hauling himself to his knees on the bed, between my legs.

  He pulls his shirt off, at last, and I drink in the sight of him: ruggedly muscled, arms bulging. He’s got the kind of muscles that come from hard, outdoors work — not a gym.

  “It’s not nice to tease,” I whisper.

  He just laughs, bending to plant a kiss on my belly.

  “I disagree,” he says, his voice echoing through my body, his lips whispering against my skin. “I thought that was very nice.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jax

  Someday, I really am going to lick Ruby’s pussy for hours. I’ve got every intention of finding out how many times I can make her come in twenty-four hours, and if a sore tongue is the price I pay, so be it.

  Today’s not that day, though.

  Today’s the day I claim her.

  Today’s the day I become her first.

  I step off the bed, pull my pants off. My cock springs out, already rock-hard, as Ruby pushes herself up on her elbows, still spread for me. I can already taste her on my lips, and I’m driven completely mad with wanting her.

  But still, I stop for a moment to savor the sight. She’s beautiful beyond measure, messy and disheveled in my bed. This is the way I always want to think of her, half-undone, relaxed and happy. And wanting.

  Ruby’s eyes start at my face and work their way down, lust sparking in them. I get back on the bed, kneeling over her, and grasp myself in one hand. Her eyes alight there and I give myself a single long, hard stroke.

  All my doubts are gone. Even if I’m not the right man for her — even if deep down I feel like I don’t deserve to be her first — it’s my bed that
she’s in.

  I lean in. I kiss her softly but hungrily, her legs around my hips. I nuzzle my cock against her drenched pussy, using it to spread her juices up to her clit. She’s achingly warm against the tip of my cock, her heat spreading through me like fire.

  I can’t tease her for long before I’m back at her entrance, ready to sink into her. I rest my forehead against hers and slowly ease in, sliding inside one millimeter at a time. It takes all my strength and all my self-control not to hilt myself in a single thrust, but I force myself to go slowly.

  Ruby’s breathing grows ragged. I can feel her muscles tense as she stretches around my thick cock, her hand clawing against my back, and I move my lips to her cheek, dropping quick, tender kisses.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” I whisper.

  “Don’t stop,” she responds.

  “Not a chance of that,” I promise.

  She’s impossibly tight, her body stretching around me, her pussy muscles fluttering and clenching as they let me in. It’s intoxicating, mesmerizing, and I watch her face as I enter her for the first time, reading the combination of pleasure and pain there.

  Finally, I’m fully inside her, completely sheathed in Ruby. Her eyes are closed and she’s gasping, panting for breath below me, her hands tracing patterns on her back. I pause, my face against hers.

  I take a moment, just drinking in the perfection of the moment. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life. I’ve never felt the way I feel right now, like my soul itself is finally satisfied. Like right here, right now is exactly where I’m supposed to be and nothing else matters.

  I kiss Ruby softly on the lips.

  “I love you,” I tell her.

  She opens her beautiful, brilliant eyes. They’re hazy with pleasure and lust, but she smiles.

  “I love you too,” she says softly, her voice husky.

  Then she bucks her hips up, asking me to keep moving, my cock rocking inside her. We both moan together as I hit all her pleasure spots and her whole body shudders with pleasure.

  It’s incredible. I start thrusting into her, softly and gently at first. I’m afraid to hurt her, but Ruby is insistent, almost desperate, clawing my back and locking her legs around me, drawing me in hard and deep with every single stroke.

  I move faster, harder. She quivers around me, nothing at all between us, skin to skin. I clench my eyes shut as Ruby moans for more, her body under mine demanding my everything.

  I give it to her. The springs in the bed protest but we don’t stop. She’s got my head in both hands and I can feel the bright red ribbons she’s raised on my back, but I pump into her again and again, as hard and deep as I possibly can.

  I know I can’t last much longer, but I grit my teeth together and force myself not to come first. At the very least, I owe her that.

  Finally, she clamps her legs around me, pulling me in and down, and moans something I can’t understand.

  “Like that?” I ask, thrusting into her so hard and deep that she’s nearly pushed to the edge of the bed.

  Ruby swallows hard.

  “Come inside me,” she moans.

  I bite her neck, her pussy muscles spasming and clamping down around me, seconds from climax.

  “Please,” she goes on. “I want to feel you —”

  She doesn’t finish the sentence because she’s coming and it’s fucking glorious, clenching and fluttering around my cock, squeezing me like a fist. Ruby throws her head back, one pillow gripped in her fist as she shouts, the word incomprehensible.

  I don’t stop. I give her what she wants, what she needs, make her whole body shake and shiver with the force of it. She comes in wave after wave, gasping and moaning, my name mixed in with the other sounds she’s making.

  Finally she opens her eyes, and even though they’re unfocused and hazy, she looks at me.

  “Jax,” she whispers, just as her pussy clenches again.

  I explode. I drive into her as deep and hard as I can, cock jerking again and again as I spill myself into her, giving her my all. I come so hard I half-wonder if I’ve broken myself, and I’m moaning her name into her ear, her small body wrapped tightly in my arms.

  Even after I finish, I keep rocking into her. I don’t want to leave — not ever — and I keep her under me, her face against her neck, savoring this perfect, beautiful moment.

  After a long, long time I kiss her and then pull out. We’ve gone sideways on the bed, and instead of moving I just grab the pillows and push them under our heads, pulling Ruby’s warm body up against mine. Even though it’s cold outside we’ve heated up the bedroom properly.

  Ruby kisses my shoulder, the two of us tangled together, halfway on our sides. She’s playing softly with my chest hair, swirling it around one finger, rippling shivers extending through my body from her fingertip.

  “You like that?” I ask, my voice still raspy.

  Ruby laughs quietly, her eyes sparkling.

  “You really have to ask?” she says.

  I grin down at her.

  “I thought it couldn’t hurt,” I say. “Always nice to hear when you’ve done a good job.”

  Her cheeks go faintly pink and she bites her lip, but she’s smiling. Maybe someday I’ll get her to talk dirty without blushing, but not today.

  “I liked it a lot,” she says, mock-seriously.

  “Good.”

  She pushes herself up on one elbow, looking down at me, a light in her eyes. I raise one eyebrow, but she’s already pushing me onto my back.

  I let her climb on top of me, her perfect body bathed in the glow of the window.

  “In fact, how soon can we do it again?” she asks, straddling my hips.

  My cock twitches.

  “I think you might have broken me with that first time,” I tease.

  “Really?” Ruby says wickedly, tilting her head to one side. “I had some ideas…”

  I’m back at full mast almost instantly, and Ruby grins.

  “I love you,” I say. “And I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.”

  Her face gets pink again.

  “I love you too,” she says quickly. “And, good.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Ruby

  Six Months Later

  I turn the doorknob of the RV and open the door very, very slowly. I swore up and down that I wouldn’t peek — and, most importantly, that I wouldn’t let Jax catch a glimpse of me — but I can’t help myself.

  I’m peeking.

  But the door is at the wrong angle — it’s facing away from the direction of the little clearing in the grove, so if I want to get a sneak peek of anything, I have to step down and look around the door.

  I do it, careful not to let my foot on the pine needle covered forest floor make any noise, but it’s worth it. I can barely see them through the tall, wide pine trees, but there he is.

  My future husband.

  Future being in about ninety minutes.

  Just the sight of him takes my breath away. He’s the most dressed up I’ve ever seen him, in a dark blue suit with an electric blue tie that matches his eyes. The boutonnière pinned to his lapel matches the soft pink bouquet that’s sitting on the tiny kitchen table of the RV, and he’s sort of wandering around the clearing, chatting with a few of his old buddies from the military, his only wedding guests.

  “Ruby!” a voice hisses from inside the RV.

  Guiltily, I hop back up the steps and let the door slam shut.

  Mia’s standing right there, her arms crossed over her chest in mock sternness.

  “You promised,” she says.

  I just smile and shrug at her, and her face softens instantly.

  “Some promises are meant to be broken?”

  “Did he see you?”

  “I don’t think so,” I say. “He didn’t look over here, at least.”

  “Good,” she says, nodding once. “Because your Grandma Flo might have both our heads if his face when he does isn’t captured on camera.”

 
; Mia’s my maid of honor, the only of my college friends who I invited to my wedding. I feel like she’s the only one who really understands why I’m doing this — getting married at twenty-one instead of hooking up with an endless procession of guys — and she’s the only one who doesn’t think I’m weird for it.

  I know it’s not the norm, but is that so bad?

  She pauses a beat, glancing out the window behind my head.

  “I didn’t see Elias,” I offer.

  Mia blushes bright red.

  “Who?” she asks, pushing her hair behind her ear, trying to play it cool.

  I just laugh.

  “He’s single,” I offer. “I know you were wondering.”

  “Ruby! Oh, my God, you didn’t—"

  “Chill, I asked Jax,” I tell her. “He’s sworn to secrecy.”

  “Listen, Ruby, I swear, I wouldn’t — at your wedding, I mean, that’s—”

  “Wouldn’t what?” I ask, still laughing. “Perv on my hot husband’s cute best man?”

  She just blushes harder.

  “I’m not perving,” she says. “I just, you know. Had some thoughts. Is it time for you to get dressed yet? It’s probably time for you to get dressed.”

  Mia whirls around and goes into the RV’s tiny bedroom to retrieve my wedding dress.

  It’s a small wedding. Tiny, actually; there are about fifteen guests, all either family or close friends. My dad is here, along with Grandma Flo, of course; a few other extended family members. Jax has some of his military buddies here — Elias is one of them, they served together — though he doesn’t have any family to speak of.

  It’s spring, and we managed to rent a small picnic area in the national forest for a very reasonable price. There aren’t too many amenities, but we don’t need that many — an old, rented RV for me to get ready in and some chairs. The reception is just dinner at a barbecue joint that we both like.

  In short, it’s a perfect wedding.

  I glance through one of the RV’s windows again, but I can’t see anything besides trees. I’m kind of nervous, not about what I’m doing — marrying Jax is probably the easiest decision I’ve ever made — but about everything else. Wearing the dress, having to say stuff in front of fifteen people.