Her Older Mountain Man - Page 7

“Come for me now, angel,” I tell her, and she goes off like a rocket around my fingers, losing the battle to stay still as she winds her thighs around my head and pulls me closer. I love it and come hard, gasping into her soft, fragrant flesh as we shatter together.

A few minutes later, the evening chill descending, I wrap her up tight in the blanket and carry her inside. I bring her to my bathroom and hand her one of my t-shirts. She goes in to take a quick shower, and I let her shut the door behind her for a little privacy while I head to my other bathroom to get cleaned up. We meet back in my bedroom a few minutes later. She looks fucking adorable swimming in my shirt, and I fling the covers back and climb onto the mattress, catching her hand to pull her in next to me. She curls up on her side, her ass nestled against my satisfied cock as she dozes off in my arms. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am in that moment, face nestled into her damp hair, listening to her deep, soft breathing.

I hold her for just a little while longer before slipping from the bed and heading into my office. I may live alone up in the mountains, but this place is well-connected for my work. I send a quick encrypted message to my old buddy from the Agency, Jake. It’s just a contingency plan, but I like to be prepared all the same. I spend a few more minutes tying up some loose threads before I crawl back into my bed and pull Colette into my arms again.

This is everything I need, I think drowsily as I nuzzle Colette’s neck, feeling the silky swish of her dark hair against my skin. And I don’t ever plan to give it up.

Chapter 5

Colette

I wake up feeling warm and safe the next morning, buried under a soft comforter with a big man’s heavy arms twined around me.

Owen, I think as I blink sleepily. My face is pressed into the bulging, tattooed muscles of his chest, and he’s holding me gently as he still sleeps deeply. I shift and look up into his face. I don’t know for sure how old he is—late thirties or early forties, I’m guessing. A few silver hairs dot his dark beard and short-cropped hair, and I know that there are little lines that crinkle around his eyes when he smiles or laughs.

“Hmm,” he mutters, still sleeping, and pulls me closer. My tummy rolls at the sudden movement, and the reminder is enough to stop me cold.

Shit. I’ve been abandoned up here in the mountains by the father of my baby, and no amount of playing house with a relative stranger is going to solve my problems. I need to figure out a job, a place to live, daycare. Letting Owen eat me out on the steps of his house was fun–okay,earth-shatteringly hot–but that’sallit can be. My feelings aren’t the most important thing at stake here.

Owen isn’t my boyfriend. He’s not my husband. And he’s not the father of the baby growing inside of me.

I wriggle out of his embrace and slip from the bed, scooping my clothes from their neatly folded pile on the dresser. I pull them on and I’m just scraping my messy hair into a ponytail when I hear my phone ring from the charging station where I left it last night. I hurry out into the living room and snatch it up, glancing at the screen.

It’s Luke.

Time to face the music,I think.

“Luke,” I say as soon as I answer the phone. “What do you want?”

“I’ve been worried about you,” he replies easily. His voice is disarmingly friendly, as always, and I fight to keep my cool. “You didn’t answer any of my other calls or texts.”

“Luke, you sent mehoursaway to get rid of me,” I tell him. “Me, the mother of yourchild. What was I supposed to think?”

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he says. “I freaked out and just…wanted the problem to go away. For at least a little while.”

I bristle at his choice of words. “I’m not some problem. I’m a person, and I’m having a baby. Your baby.”

“Sweetness, you know what I mean.” Luke’s voice is almost pleading, and I stay silent as he keeps talking. “You’re scared and I’m scared. But we can figure this out together, I swear.”

“So what are you saying, Luke?” I ask. “Do you want to get back together or something?”

He pauses. “Maybe. Is that what you want?”

I pause for a second, and my hopeless confusion swamps me. “It’s not really about me anymore, Luke. I don’t know if we should be together, but we have to take care of the baby.”

“I…I understand,” he says. His voice is small and uncertain, and it just makes me impatient, but I let him continue. “Can you come back and maybe we can talk? Get things figured out?”

“Yeah.” I pause and glance back down the hall, where Owen still sleeps. A heavy feeling settles in my stomach, and I have to fight the urge to hang up on Luke and crawl back into bed. Into Owen’s arms. “Let’s do that. Can you meet me at Koffee Karma at noon?”

“I can do that,” he says. “And then you’ll come home?”

I don’t see what choice I have–I have to get back to my life and get on my feet for real. It’s the best solution for now, until I get something else figured out. “And then I’ll come home.”

It hurts like a wound when I consider what all of this is really about. Luke doesn’t really want me–he just likes it when he thinks he can’t have something. As soon as I moved out, he probably started wishing I was still there. He’s a bad habit that I’ve had for too long, and I realized that as soon as he sent me out to the middle of nowhere just to get me out of his sight.

But together or not, he’s in my life forever now.

It’s time to get back to my real life.