Page 15 of Grumpy Mountain Man
I gave a nod to a question he hadn’t even asked, and he pushed inside me, just a little. Just enough for my body to automatically respond.
My eyes finally squeezed closed as I shifted my hips and took him in deeper. I knew immediately that had been a mistake. I couldn’t hide my pained expression, and when my eyes popped open, I saw him looking at me with concern. He’d stopped all movement.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “It’s just uncomfortable.”
That was an understatement, but I didn’t want him to worry. I wanted this. The only way to get past the pain was to fight through it. I knew it and he knew it.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
A look of confusion no doubt briefly flicked over my face as I worked out what he meant. He didn’t repeat it, though, and I got it.
Closing my eyes, I slid my hand between us and found that little part of me that had been so sensitive to his tongue just minutes ago. I’d barely started touching myself when I noticed the heat in his eyes had intensified.
Yes, he liked watching me do this. He thought it was hot.
My eyes drifted closed, and I did my best to focus on the pleasure, not the pain. It felt weird at first, but the look in his eyes pushed me forward.
It wasn’t just that he loved watching me. It was the reassurance I saw in his eyes. He’d take care of me. I could trust him to make sure I was safe, whether it was making love on the pool table or…everything else. As long as I had him in my life, I could do anything, including push past this pain.
Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, my body was warming up again. The pain was still there, but it was more bearable. Soon, warmth spread through me again, starting at myhead and going all the way to my toes. I threw my head back and gave in to it, amazed at how quickly I could start the upward climb toward orgasm again. I never would have imagined it could happen so quickly, especially not with this amount of pain coursing through my body.
But soon enough, the pain was forgotten completely as the waves crashed over me one more time, my walls contracting around the tip of his cock. I cried out as I came again, this time saying his name.
As I came down, I realized he was in deeper than before. My body must have opened up a little to him. But it wasn’t hurting. Not like it had been. Just a dull ache in that area. I’d probably be sore later, but right now, it was all about him.
I opened my eyes and watched Chaz’s face as he thrust in and out of me, still careful not to go too deep but moving faster and faster. His features were tense with the exertion, but I knew the exact moment his orgasm overtook him. Not just because he let out a groan, but he’d also tilted his head back a little just as I’d done.
Finally, he stilled, but his orgasm wasn’t completely finished yet. I still felt him throbbing inside me. And then his features relaxed and he pulled out, finally opening his eyes but still holding himself above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, again concerned mostly with my safety and comfort.
I closed my eyes and smiled as I nodded. “Perfect.”
He lowered his head to kiss me—this time a slow, tender kiss instead of the frenzied, passionate ones of before. That kiss said more than anything had so far. Yes, he definitely had feelings for me. My heart felt like it might explode, I was so happy.
10
CHAZ
She was leaving soon.
My eyes popped open with that thought. I stared up at my ceiling and listened to Dakota, sleep-breathing next to me. I felt oddly comforted by it.
But the panic didn’t go away. I sat with it a second before getting up to go to the bathroom. It was only natural to worry that this amazing woman I’d just met would walk out of my life.
I hadn’t even asked where she lived. For all I knew, she could be a five-hour flight away, and I didn’t like to fly. Even if I did, getting to an airport from here was a pain in the ass. I’d do it in a heartbeat, though, if it was the only way to see her.
I crept out of bed, glancing over to make sure she was still asleep. Then I did my business and made my way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
Maybe I’d make her breakfast in bed. The first of many.
Yes, I didn’t care where she lived. I’d make it work. And fuck my fear of long-distance relationships. It didn’t matter whether they worked ordinarily. This was no ordinary relationship. This was once-in-a-lifetime.
She felt it too. I could see it in her eyes last night. Whatever the odds were of making it work, we’d beat them.
I opened the fridge and stared inside, inventorying my food supply. I had eggs, and by some stroke of luck, they weren’t expired. But I didn’t have anything to go with them.
