Her Obsessed Mountain Man

by Parker Grey

  But then I think about Jax again — his warm, easy smile, the way he looks in his suit like I could eat him alive — and I calm down again.

  I’m still standing there, probably with a goofy smile on my face, when Mia comes back with my dress. It’s off-white and tea-length. A simple wedding dress for a simple wedding, and I love it.

  “All right then,” Mia says, no trace of a blush left on her cheeks. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  A few hours later, I’m drunk. I admit it. I didn’t really mean to get drunk on my own wedding day — I was going to be a classy bride, thanks — but then I had three glasses of champagne with my barbecue dinner and, well, here I am.

  Sitting on a wooden fence on the well-lit path that leads to our ‘rustic’ honeymoon suite. It’s not rustic. It’s got a jacuzzi, for the love of God, and it’s not even a wood-burning Jacuzzi. That’s straight-up luxury.

  But I digress, because I’m sitting on well-lit faux-rustic wooden fence with my husband between my legs and my wedding dress hiked up around my waist. With one hand I’m palming my husband’s huge cock through his pants, and with the other I’m clinging to him, desperately trying to stay balanced on this fence.

  He’s got one thumb under my panties, rubbing me fast and hard while I moan. The door to our suite is about fifteen feet away, but this is as far as we got.

  Did I mention the champagne? I don’t have the best judgement when there’s champagne in my system. Also, it’s my wedding day, so I can do whatever I want, right?

  “Just fuck me right here,” I gasp, my voice pleading. “Come on, Jax, no one’s looking.”

  I give his cock a good hard squeeze to get my point across. I’m so turned on right now that I can’t even see straight, and my single, solitary thought is how do I get that magnificent cock inside me?

  “I think you might fall off if I did,” Jax rumbles, his other hand still holding me upright.

  He’s better at champagne than me.

  “So bend me over it,” I say, still pleading. “Come on, I—”

  His thumb in my panties pauses right on my clit, suddenly moving at a glacial pace, and my breath catches in my throat.

  “Jax,” I gasp, grabbing onto him for purchase. “Oh God, Jax, I —”

  He does it again, this time pinching my clit between his finger and his thumb, and I come instantly, pleasure crackling over me like I’ve been hit by lightning. My whole body goes limp and I only stay upright because Jax is holding me tightly against his chest as I shudder with the force of my climax.

  “God that’s good,” I moan into him, my forehead against his shoulder. “Jax, why are you so good at making me come?”

  “Practice,” he says, and I can hear the smug smile in his voice as he takes his fingers out of my very wet panties. I look up and watch him lick them off, a new wave of arousal washing through my body.

  He does it every time and it’s still so sexy.

  “Now can I carry you over the threshold, Mrs. Stuart?”

  I clear my throat, straighten up, and try to tug my dress down.

  “Yes,” I say, still swaying slightly. “As long as there’s sex on the other side.”

  Jax grins, kisses me quickly, and then sweeps me into his arms in one graceful motion.

  “I can arrange that,” he teases.

  He carries me down the path and through the door. Before he puts me down on the inside, he leans in, kissing me deeply while I’m still in his arms.

  “I love you, Ruby,” he murmurs. “And I swear I always will.”

  A small, tight knot of something kindles itself in my stomach.

  “I love you too,” I whisper. “Always.”

  He kisses me again, this time moving through the suite until we’re in the bedroom, and I gasp.

  There are rose petals on the bed and a fire already going in the fireplace opposite it, candles burning in strategic places around the room.

  “You like it?” he asks. “I got the newlywed package. Seemed appropriate.”

  “I love it,” I say.

  “Good,” he says, with one final kiss.

  Then he tosses me on the bed and just like that, he’s on top of me, my dress back around my waist and his thick need pressed against me.

  “Because now I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you come screaming my name,” he growls. “Like I’ve wanted to do all day.”

  Without another word he flips me over, onto my hands and knees. A wave of heat passes through me, and my toes curl from sheer anticipation as he pulls the zipper roughly down my back, shoving my wedding dress off of me.

  In another second, it’s gone, along with the bra I was wearing, and Jax is on the bed behind me. We’re both on our knees and he’s holding me upright, both hands on my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as I arch my back against his erection.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, his fingers squeezing my nipples again, just hard enough that I gasp. “Tell me you’re mine, Ruby.”

  I grind back against him, his huge cock sliding between my ass cheeks. I’m still wearing panties and he’s still fully clothed, but I’m aching for him unbelievably, especially now.

  He only wants me to say I’m his before he gets a little rough, the kind of sex where he grabs my hair and makes me come three times in a row.

  “I’m yours, Jax,” I moan.

  “How long?”

  “Forever.”

  I reach behind myself and grab his cock through his pants, giving it a long, hard stroke. I can feel him shudder behind me and his hand moves down my stomach and into my panties, his fingertips sampling my wetness.

  “My tight wet pussy is yours,” I go on, the champagne making me way, way dirtier than usual. “If you want it.”

  Now his hand is in my hair, gripping it tightly. He moves my head around so he can claim my mouth with his, fingers teasing at my swollen wet lips.

  Then, suddenly, he grabs my panties and yanks them off my body, tearing the thin fabric like it’s tissue paper. He lets me go for a second and I’m on my hands and knees again, watching over my shoulder as he undresses himself with lightning speed, and before I know it, he’s on the bed behind me, on his knees again, fully naked.

  I swear, his cock is even bigger in candlelight. Sometimes I can’t believe that thing fits.

  Then it’s at my entrance, hard and ready, and I’m already pushing my hips backward against him, desperate to have him inside me.

  He hilts himself in one smooth thrust, hilting himself deep. I fall to my elbows and shout, because no matter how much we do this — and we do it a lot — the first time he enters me always feels so good I can’t even think.

  “You feel so fucking good, Ruby,” Jax growls. “I swear I live for being inside your tight little pussy.”

  I can only moan in response, my muscles already fluttering around his length. I’m helpless against him, already halfway to another climax.

  But Jax suddenly grabs my shoulder and pulls me upright again until he’s on his knees and I’m on top of him, straddling him reverse cowgirl, his other hand still fisted in my hair. He’s impossibly deep in this position, filling me completely as his hard length hits every single pleasure nerve inside me and I moan again.

  I’m off-balance, but Jax holds onto me, one hand in my hair and one on my hips as he moves me up and down his cock, slow and deep.

  “You like it when I fuck you slow and hard like this?” he murmurs, his lips against my ear. “This what you were begging for earlier?”

  I can’t even answer, because there are sparkles in front of my eyes, the pleasure bursting across my skin.

  “I like it,” he answers himself. “And I like it when you come hard and I’m balls-deep inside you, Ruby.”

  My whole body shudders, the pleasure mounting. I’m about to come, his cock still moving inside me, my climax completely impossible to deny. It’s like Jax has the secret password to my body and it does whatever he wants. />
  Not that I mind.

  “Come for me,” he goes on. “I know you can barely hold back when we fuck like this, sweetheart.”

  I just whimper, my whole body trembling. He hilts himself one more time and then I’m there, the climax breaking through me. I feel like I was underground and now I’m coming up, into the light, its warmth flooding over me.

  Jax is still whispering dirty nothings in my ear, and he doesn’t stop. If anything, now he’s moving harder, faster, still holding me on top of him, cock buried deep.

  I come again, my body shaking even harder this time, and I’m moaning and shouting. The only word I can think of is Jax’s name, so I say that over and over again, lost in a whirlpool of pleasure.

  He tilts me forward, still in a haze of pleasure, and I land on the bed on my hands and knees, Jax still inside me as his weight settles differently, his hands pulling my hips back roughly as he drives himself into me even harder than before, and I cry out.

  It feels good. It feels so fucking good, and I can’t get enough. I never can.

  This time Jax fucks me hard and fast, each stroke harder and faster than the last one. My arms give out and I’m on my elbows on the bed, shouting his name into the rose petals on the comforter. I come again, hard, that orgasm fading into the next one.

  I hear myself begging him to come inside me, but I don’t even know I’m saying the words. I just know that I want him, all of him, everything that he has to give me, and he grabs my hair again and pulls my head back again.

  Then he thrusts hard and deep and I can feel him explode inside me.

  “Ruby, I’m yours,” he growls as he comes. “Forever.”

  Epilogue

  Jax

  I pace through the kitchen one more time, my footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. I check again to see if there’s anything I can do, but it’s all done already: dishes cleared and washed, appliances on the counter neatly squared away, even the spices on the spice rack over the sink all have the labels facing out.

  And Ruby is still in the bathroom.

  It’s like a bad routine told by an 80’s standup comic — women take so long in the bathroom, what are they doing in there? Except right now, it’s true.

  Our house has been spotless for a good twenty minutes, because I’ve been pacing around, trying to keep my hands busy. I don’t like being late.

  I don’t really even like being on time. Five minutes early is where it’s at. Do you know how many crises I’ve averted simply by being five minutes early?

  Several, at least.

  I pace to the entryway again, where Ruby’s gown and mortarboard are hanging on our coatrack. I’ve double-checked that they’re there at least a dozen times, and I make visual confirmation one more right now.

  At least one of us is worried about getting to her graduation on time. Five more minutes and I’m going in after her and dragging her out, no matter what her hair and makeup look like — I know she’s worked way too hard on this degree to be late to graduation.

  I glance again at the bathroom door. I’m tempted to knock and ask what she’s doing in there, but we’re not that kind of couple. We don’t pee in front of each other, either. Bathroom time is sacred.

  For four more minutes. Then, I march right in there.

  I sit on the couch, trying to be less restless. I know this drives Ruby crazy, so I sit down and force myself to be still for thirty seconds, possibilities of lateness aside.

  I hate it. So I do it again.

  I’m halfway through the second round of forced stillness when the bathroom door finally opens. I leap to my feet, ready to leave the cabin and get on the road this very instant, but I stop in my tracks when I see her.

  She doesn’t look great. Her eyes are watery, her nose is red, and her cheeks are paler than usual. There’s something vague and faraway in her eyes, and my stomach sinks like lead as I rush to her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, taking her by the shoulders. “Sweetheart, I thought…”

  I let the sentence trail off, because I’m deeply unsure what’s going on. This morning we were laughing as we ate pancakes for breakfast, and Ruby was the same girl as ever — bright and bubbly, teasing.

  But now she looks like she’s been crying, and I’m totally caught off guard.

  “We can skip the graduation if you want,” I offer, taking a shot in the dark.

  She smiles, swallowing hard, and puts one of her hands over mine.

  “That’s not it,” she says, swallowing again.

  Then she sighs.

  “I was going to tell you this later,” she says, shaking her head. “I was gonna do it when the time was right, and not when we’re rushing out the door—”

  “Tell me what?” I ask. There’s an iron fist clenched around my stomach, because not much can terrify me, but I’m afraid that there’s something wrong with Ruby.

  But she looks at my face and laughs.

  Now I’m really baffled.

  “Oh God, no, I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s not — Jax, I’m pregnant.”

  The words take a moment to register, because I was prepared for something completely different.

  And then I start grinning like an idiot.

  “Jax?” Ruby asks, looking skeptical.

  I kiss her. I take her face in my hands and I kiss the hell out of her, and then I scoop her up in my arms and whirl her around, laughing. Ruby squeals, and then I wonder if it’s bad for the baby and put her down.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly worried, my hands still on her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I just—"

  I’m at a loss for words, which rarely happens, so I drop to my knees in front of her.

  “What are—”

  I take her gently by the hips and press my lips to her lower belly through the material of her dress.

  “I’m your dad, and I love you very much,” I say, kissing her belly again.

  I can’t believe it. We hadn’t exactly been trying, but we hadn’t not been trying. Still, I wasn’t prepared, though maybe I should have been.

  But I’m excited, and overjoyed, and desperately thankful, and maybe a little bit nervous.

  More than anything, though, I’m deeply in love. With Ruby, with the tiny life growing inside her.

  “I was going to tell you later,” she says. “I just found out yesterday, and I sort of wanted to do something special…”

  I kiss her belly again, still on my knees, then look up at her.

  “This is already special,” I tell her. “How could it be anything else?”

  I stand, gathering her up in my arms. She looks up at me, her eyes still a little glassy, her nose still slightly red.

  “I was puking,” she explains. “That’s why I look like shit. I did brush my teeth, though.”

  I kiss the tip of her nose gently.

  “You’re always beautiful, sweetheart,” I say.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell her. “Both of you.”

  She kisses me again.

  “We should go to my graduation before anything else happens,” she says, nodding at the door.

  I reach around and give her ass a quick squeeze.

  “Anything like what?” I tease.

  “Anything like that,” she says, and laughs. I put her down, and even as I watch her walk to the door of our own home, I’m suddenly protective all over again.

  Nothing is ever gonna hurt her or our baby. Nothing will ever get between Ruby and me, and that’s a promise. No matter what.

  Then Ruby grabs her cap and gown, glancing back over her shoulder at me.

  “C’mon, papa bear,” she says. “Let’s go.”

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