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He bends over and gets back to work but pauses to add, “And tomorrow, I’m going to vacuum out your car, and I don’t want to hear a fucking peep about it, okay? Now, go crawl into bed. I’ll join you when I’m done.”
And just like that…the mountain man unloads my dishwasher.
WeeksPregnant:20
AnimalsontheMountain:9
Iwake the following morning to beams of sunlight on my face, and when my eyes crack open and the barn ceiling comes into focus, I remember where I am. I turn my head and see that Trista is rolled away from me, curled into a little ball, sleeping soundly. I gaze back up at the ceiling, and memories of when I lived up here years ago start replaying in my head.
Dad thought I was fucking nuts for buying this mountain. He thought I was double nuts when he saw I was living in a dilapidated barn, where you could literally hear the mice crawling around at night.
I was crazy back then.
I was brave too.
I miss feeling brave.
The bullshit with my brothers and Robyn fucked with my head so much it took years for me to even feel remotely safe enough to take chances again.
And strangely, last night, when I brawled at the bar with my brothers…I felt like I was getting parts of my old self back again. It felt like we were this united front, and I moved with renewed purpose. I was fighting for something bigger than me.
I was fighting for my family.
Family Trista clearly never experienced after everything she revealed to us last night. She honestly believed she wasn’t worth our loyalty. Her fucking parents and sister showed her that. And now all I want to do is beat that thought out of her and show her what I see plain as day.She’s one of the bravest, kindhearted people I know.
Trista makes a noise and rolls onto her back, kicking the covers off her body as she does. I look over, and her baggy T-shirt rides up, exposing her belly. It’s still so small. It’s crazy to me that what I saw on the ultrasound machine last week is living inside her. It doesn’t seem humanly possible.
I roll over, and my hand hovers over her abdomen, the heat of her sleeping body radiating on my palm, itching for me to touch her. When I softly press my palm onto her flesh, a feeling of possessiveness roars through me.
She is mine.
Not just this baby but this woman. I want to protect and take care of them both. I’d do anything for them, and the heaviness that settles in my gut over that realization is terrifying and exciting.
She begins to stir awake, so I deftly slide my hand down her waist and slip into her panties, my fingers trailing over her smooth mound before teasing the lips of her cunt.
She moans and twists, her arms lifting into a stretch as her pelvis greedily pulses up into my palm.
“Morning, Lucky,” I croak, my voice deep and raspy from sleep.
Her eyes flutter open and then widen when I sink one long finger inside her, groaning softly when I find her soaking wet for me.
We didn’t have sex last night, which means that the two nights I’ve slept over are also the two nights we didn’t fuck—probably not exactly sexuationship behavior, but I’m happily breaking all the damn rules for her.
Her eyes close as she moves her hands to her groin. She grabs my hand and holds me to her, thrusting her hips up onto my finger, fucking me like I’m hers to fuck.
I am.
I am all hers.
She rolls onto her side and slips her hands under the covers to find my rock-hard erection, which has been there since the second I woke up. Her fingers slip into my boxer briefs and wrap around my length, stroking me up and down as she presses her face into my chest.
I inhale the intoxicating aroma of her rose-scented hair, my pelvis thrusting into her grip as my fingers work hard on her center, her leg bent upward to give me full access.
Our breaths are hot, our bodies growing sticky as we fuck each other with our hands like two teenagers just figuring out how sex parts work. My fingers are soaked as I slip out and rub her arousal on her clit in hard, circular motions.
Her whimper is loud in the quietness of the barn, and I want to say something to urge her to be louder, but I don’t want to break this spell we’re both under. It’s a quiet, secretive session we’re having, and it feels more intimate because of that.
I audibly growl when she releases my shaft to grip my balls and tease my taint. The friction she’s creating in that area drives me fucking mad.
