“Annie. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh.”
Again I wish I knew the right words. I want this to be amazing for her and I am fucking it up. “Thorne.” Her whispering my name is almost my undoing. My arms are starting to shake. My cock throbs. My heart is racing and I am breathing hard.
“I think…” she whispers, “you’re the boss here. You just do whatever you would normally do. I won’t break.”
Her words are my undoing. With a loud groan I pull back before pushing forward. Deep into her. Breaking through her virgin barrier. She gasps. I feel her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck me.” The words are ripped from me. “You feel so fucking good. Are you okay?”
I hold myself still again. Watching her face as she adapts to the size of me. She seems to be considering things. Her eyes meet mine. I move within her and her eyes go wide with surprise.
“Is this okay?” I whisper softly.
She nods with more enthusiasm. And then, as I start to move slowly in and out of her she tilts her head back and lets out a little moan. Her hips move beneath me. Her back arched, pushing her breasts up towards me. I could bury myself deep within her and come right now.
It’s been a long time but I don’t remember sex feeling this fucking good. Watching the pleasure on Annie’s face. Finding her most sensitive spots. Going deep. Going slow. Filling herwith my huge cock. I want her with me forever. In that moment I know that she has saved me. She has reached into my heart and claimed it as belonging to her for ever after.
My sweet Annie. My woman.
I thrust into her harder and faster. Later we will take it slow. Later I’m going to pleasure her till she begs me to fuck her all over again. But right now passion has taken over. The bed is shaking. Our moans and cries fill the cabin. Her breath is my breath. Her body, my body, connected. I let her feel the entire length of my cock. Burring myself balls deep into her sweetness. And she takes it and calls out for more. Deeper. Faster. Everything I am rushes to my cock. Swelling within her. I thrust hard. Harder and faster. Until, deep within her, I explode. Filling her up with my seed. Her legs wrapped around me. I feel like I am home. Drained. Happy. Bliss. Safe and loved.
This girl has rescued me. Woken me up to life. A life I plan to spend loving her.
Chapter 9
Annie
I never thought I could feel so happy. All these years watching other people find happiness. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me. But meeting Thirne Kingsley, the first man to make my heart race. The first man to make me want to be the real me. To feel brave enough to speak up for what I want. And I’m so damn glad I did speak up.
After a night of love making, a night full of moans of pleasure, exploration and laughter. Thorne Kingsley is everything that I want. He has opened up to me and we have talked and shared and teased. I love his big booming laugh that shakes his whole body. I love his smile and the look he gives me that tells me he is happy I’m here.
In the deep of the night, somewhere between the first time and the third time, he held me in his arms and asked me if I would stay with him.
“You have to be sure, Annie. I want you to be mine. But there might be someone better for you. Closer to your age. Someone more accepted in the town. Someone your friends and family would approve of.”
Thinking about it now, in the light of the morning, I find it a little funny that he is the one feeling insecure. Mr. GrumpyLoner himself. The man is rich, handsome, and can make me scream out to the moon with pleasure. And yet he is worried he might not be good enough for me. The man I have waited a lifetime for.
Right now we are cuddled up in the armchair looking out over the mountain. It snowed overnight. Not enough for us to be snowed in, just enough for everything to be a beautiful blanket of white. I am curled up on Thorne’s lap. We are dressed for the moment because we have been out to check on the animals. Another sign of the softer side of my amazing mountain man.
Thorne’s hands are wandering over my body. Gentle touches, a little squeeze here and there. I love when his big hand is on my ass or my hip. He has a way of sinking his fingers into my soft flesh that makes me feel sexy and beautiful. His little kisses on my shoulder hints that we might be back in the bed soon.
But it is in that exact moment, as my pulse is starting to race and breathing is becoming harder, that there is a loud banging on the door.
With a frustrated curse, Thorne stands up, puts me on my feet with a look full of promise and trudges over to see who is doing all this banging on his front door. He opens it and in piles my best friend Erika, along with her partner Carter, Poppy and Pierce.
Erika looks like she is the one leading the charge.
“Annie! We have all been so worried. Are you okay?”
“Erika, I’m fine.”
“Well, when you were dragged out of the Valentine’s Day event by this one.” She tilts her head to indicate Thorne, who is looking uncomfortable with so many people in his space. “Whatwere we to think? And then nobody has heard from you. Are you sure you’re okay?”
It wants my heart that I have so many friends to worry about me.
“Well, we can take you home with us. There is room in Carter’s truck.”
