Page 40 of Mountain Grump Protector

A smile tugs at my lips. “Even knowing what you were missing?” I roll my hips, pulling a groan out of him.

His grip tightens. “You needed to know you were safe with me more than I needed to be in your bed.”

Something deep inside me unclenches. I’m momentarily speechless.

“And now?” I whisper.

A slow grin spreads across his face.

“Now, you’ve made that a whole lot harder on me.”

I laugh, but he catches my chin before I can look away. “Just so we’re clear, I’d sit in that damn chair every night all over again if that’s what it took for us to get here.”

“Careful,” I tease. “Or I might not think you’re such a rough and gruff mountain man after all.”

Done with talking, I lean back so I can feel every hard inch of Cal’s cock inside me as I pick up the pace of my hip rolls.

“Christ, woman, you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hands leave my hips, sliding up over my sides before cupping my full tits, his thumbs grazing over my nipples, sending sparks racing through me as my climax builds quickly.

“Come for me, darling.” His voice is rough. “Come all over my cock while I fill you up.”

His dirty words are all it takes to send me over the edge. I drop my head back and scream out his name while I let my orgasm rip through me.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

Cal punctuates each word with a thrust, and then he, too, is lost to his climax. As promised, hot, thick spurts of his seed fill me up as he shudders beneath me, and I collapse in a satisfied heap on top of him.

Cal

I’m not sure how much time has passed with Willow lying on my chest, a welcome weight. I have one arm wrapped around her, keeping her right where she is while her breath returns to normal.

Outside, the birds are still carrying on like nothing in the world has changed.

But inside, for me, everything has.

I’m not sure what to say or how to tell her what I’m feeling, or even if I can sort out those feelings in my own head. But I have to say something. I know I can’t let this moment pass without telling Willow that having her here, in my house, in my bed, and hell, in my arms, has shifted something fundamental for me.

Something I can’t ignore.

I take a breath and open my mouth, but Murph chooses that moment to bound up onto the bed next to us.

“What the—” I twist my head and find myself staring directly into his dark eyes. “You know you’re not allowed on the bed.”

Willow laughs softly against my chest and lifts herself up, and off me, so she’s lying with her back next to me, facing the dog.

“Good morning, buddy.”

I watch while she scratches the dog, and he rolls over on his back to get belly rubs.

“Traitor,” I murmur with a shake of my head.

“He’s so cute,” Willow says over her shoulder.

“He’s not supposed to be in the bed.”

“Nonsense,” she says to the dog. “You’re way too sweet to stay on the floor.”

I watch while she nuzzles her face into Murph’s fur, and I can’t help but laugh at the way she’s managed to turn my tough mountain dog into a giant suck in only a few days.