“Would it be so bad if you stayed the night here?”
Her eyes widen, as her breath catches in her throat. “And where would I sleep?”
“That’s up to you.” I set the bottle of wine on the coffee table and take a seat next to her so close our legs are touching from hip to ankle. “You can have the guest bedroom.” I lift my hand to her face and caress her cheek. “Or you can share my bed.” I let the words hang in the air, silently praying she picks the latter.
“Oh.” Her cheeks darken to a deep red, almost the same color as the wine in the bottle. She sets her glass on the coffee table next to the bottle of wine. “Before I make my decision, why now, after all these months? Is it because that guy asked me out today?”
I clench my jaw, remembering the jerk who had the nerve to walk up to Marigold while we were in front of the bakery and ask her to the spring dance next weekend. If Granger hadn’t stepped in when he did, I would have knocked that guy on his ass for trying to steal my woman.
“Not entirely.” Her face falls at my words, and I realize I’ve messed this up. “What I meant to say is, I’ve been in love with you since Mrs. Greenwald first introduced us. I was just too stupid to act on it until that asshole asked you out—you’re mine, not his.” Damn, I’ve probably scared her off by calling her mine. But then Marigold does the one thing I never expected—she throws herself into my arms, planting a kiss on my mouth.
“You’re mine, too,” she whispers against my lips. “I fell in love with you that day, too, you know.” She rests her head on my shoulder, gazing up at me as the fingers on one of her hands draw circles on my shirt. “When you didn’t ask me out, I wantedto ask you, but I was raised to believe that the man was always the one to ask the woman. As much as I want to see myself as a strong, independent woman, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Her voice sounds so small with her confession. “There’s another reason.” Her hand stills on my chest. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done anything with anyone before—I mean nothing at all.”
I place my hand over hers on my chest and say, "I’ve never done anything with anyone either, I’m a virgin too.”
“Look at us, two dual virgins.” Her laughter fills the cabin, making it feel like a home—a home I want to share with her. “But I have one more confession to make.” She takes a deep breath, nervously blinking up at me. “You know the book we’re reading in the book club about the mountain man and the woman he falls in love with by Briella Hart?” She pauses, and I nod. “I wrote it. I’m Briella Hart. I’m a self-published indie author."
“Wow, that’s amazing. But why didn’t you tell me?”
“That’s another part of the confession. I wrote the book about us and what I wanted you to do to me.” My cock hardens, pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans, as I remember all the sex scenes in that book. But then I recall the real love story—how much the female lead loves the male lead, and how much he loves her back—and I crash my lips down on Marigold’s, drinking every inch of her in. “You’re not mad I didn’t tell you sooner?” she asks when we finally come up for air.
“No, I could never be mad at you.” I run my thumb over her swollen, well-kissed lips. “But I think it’s time we move into the bedroom and act out some of those love scenes.”
six
Marigold
“You’re so beautiful.” Warrenkneels before me, slipping my panties down my legs. They’re the last piece of clothing I have on, which makes me feel a little self-conscious standing in front of him. He gently lifts each of my feet, sliding my panties completely off, then brings the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. “And you smell incredible.” Tucking my panties into his pocket, he stands, takes my hand, and carefully lowers me onto the bed. I rub my thighs together as I watch him undress. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing his muscular chest. Next, he slips off his socks, which might not seem sexy to some, but watching Warren do it, it is. Lastly, he unbuckles his belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops until it’s free. I stare at the belt, wondering what it would feel like on my skin as he spanks me with it, just like he does in my book. The way his eyes flare as he glances between me and the belt makes me think he’s thinking the same thing. “Next time.” He drops the belt to the floor, and in one smooth motion, he unzips his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down at the same time.
His cock springs forward, bouncing heavily on his abs. “Oh, my. I don’t think that’s going to fit.” I sit up in bed and reach for it. He inhales sharply at the contact. “Am I hurting you?” I blink up at him and start to pull my hand back. But he stops me by placing his hand over mine, shaking his head.
“You’re only hurting me in a good way.” He growls, guiding my hand up and down his huge shaft. “Just like that.” He drops his hand, letting me take over, and closes his eyes. Feeling reckless, I stick out my tongue and flick the tip, tasting the precum gathered there. “Shit, Marigold, you’re going to make me come too soon if you keep doing that.” His eyes snap open, and he winds my long hair around his hand, guiding my movementsas I take him deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag a little, but I continue, wanting to make him feel good. “Enough.” He drops his hand from my hair, lifts me up, and gently throws me on the bed. His large body follows as he hovers above me. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
His tongue flicks the side of my neck before licking his way to my breasts, taking his time rolling each of my nipples into his mouth. “Hmm.” I moan, lifting my hips.
“Good girl.” He praises, kissing a path down my stomach to my pussy. His fingers glide easily through my soaking wet slit, two of them slipping into my entrance before pushing in to stretch me out for his shaft. His tongue rubs across my clit over and over until my body tightens, then shatters into a million pieces as I come around his fingers and on his tongue, my inner muscles squeezing him tightly. “Such a good girl.” He places one last kiss on my clit, before positioning himself over me and lining his cock up at my still throbbing entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
“More than ready, Warren.” I moan as he sinks into me, inch by delicious inch. He rotates his hips, sinking in a little deeper, causing my eyes to roll back.
“Open your eyes and look at me while I make love to you.” He commands, shifting his hips back until he’s almost all the way out. “I want to watch your eyes as you fall apart when you come on my cock.” He snaps his hips forward, filling me up as he emphasizes his words. “Mine.” He repeats thrust after thrust. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” He picks up his pace, nearly driving me into the mattress, but I love it.
“I’m yours, Warren. I’m all yours.” I chant, my body no longer my own as he drives into me like a man possessed.
He lifts one of my legs, giving himself a better angle to drive into me deeper while he slips his other hand between my thighs, finding my clit ready and waiting for his touch. The first contact of his thumb on my clit has me moaning for more. The second touch has me yelling his name as I cry out my release. “Yes, Warren!” I shout, thankful that his cabin is secluded because I’m pretty sure if we were at my house, the whole town would be able to hear how well he pleases me.
“That’s it. Come for me, Marigold.” His thrusts become more erratic before finally sending us both over the edge, me for a second time. He collapses on top of me, and I love the feeling of his weight pinning me down. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long as he rolls around, switching our positions so that I’m now sprawled on top of him, his semi-hard cock still inside of me.
“Wow,” I say, snuggling into his chest.
“Wow, indeed.” He kisses the top of my head and pulls the blanket over us. “Sleep while you can. I’m going to need you a lot more times tonight before I’m satisfied, if I’m ever satisfied.”
I snuggle down deeper into his embrace, and my last thought before I fall asleep is that I totally get the obsession the horny mountain men have with needing to make love to their women wherever they are.
Epilogue - Warren
Five Years Later
“Shirt off.” Marigold handsme a copy of her latest romance manuscript. It’s become a tradition for me to read the story back to her while I’m shirtless before she decides whether it’s ready to be uploaded or needs any revisions.
