Page 13 of Mountain Beast

I don’t let them command my thoughts all day every day.

But the memory of Autumn hasn’t left me alone for a single moment of peace.

So, yeah, I’d dared her to do… something. Giving head in a dirty alley hadn’t exactly been the plan, though.

The drive to my place is short, and once we’re inside, I figure there’s no point in messing around with small talk, so I bend forward to kiss Autumn instead.

Except our foreheads knock together like a couple of teens trying to kiss for the first time. It unexpectedly breaks the tension between us as we devolve into breathless laughter.

It's the first time I've seen a genuine smile on Autumn's face.

Usually, she's like every other good citizen of High Ridge—one frown away from yelling at me to get off their lawn.

“Wow, we’re totally cool about this, aren’t we?” she teases.

“The coolest,” I lamely retort, which elicits another giggle from her before she settles down with a deep inhale and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Should we try again, or are we hopeless?” Autumn’s twinkling eyes showcase some of her leftover amusement, until the press of my arousal between the junction of her thighs obliterates it.

“Not hopeless,” I say, guiding her backward towards my bedroom. “Out of practice, maybe.”

She huffs like she takes offense at the suggestion but doesn’t voice a denial.

I remember Cormac’s mention of her divorce. It seemed recent, so if she’s already out of practice when it comes to kissing a man, then I can already tell where some of the former couple’s issues rested.

“Guess it’s a good thing we’re doing this, then, huh?” Her teeth nip at my jaw.

We stumble-walk while dropping random kisses on each other’s lips, cheeks, neck. My bed is a welcome distraction when we fall onto the king-sized mattress, bouncing a little from the impact.

Autumn rolls with the momentum, her thick thighs bracketing my waist as she grinds her pussy down on my cock.

Her fingers hurry to unbutton my jeans, and I take a moment to admire the curvy woman above me. The tops of her breasts jiggle and swell over the low cut of her blouse, flushed red from exertion. Her round tummy is soft to the touch, begging for my mouth to bite at the pale flesh.

Autumn’s sexiness has been on my peripheral since our first meeting, but now, it’s all I can see.

All I want.

Desperately.

Our clothes disappear in rapid succession. Jeans. Shorts. Tees. Everything goes.

And fuck… is she a beautiful vision. The doctor may actually kill me with the way my heart stutters at the mounds of giving curves.

“Christ.” My palms map every inch I can reach before ending at her heavy breasts and toying with her stiff nipples.

“Too much for you?” The words are a taunt, but there’s a note of hesitation behind them. Of concern. Like someone said something once, and she’s never forgotten it.

Probably that stupid ex-husband of hers.

Cupping her ass, I switch our positions. “Never. I can handle whatever you throw at me, valkyrie.”

“Prove it.”

So, I do.

Licking and sucking along her neck and jawline as I reach for a condom from my nightstand drawer. The crinkle of plastic echoes in the room before I’m covered and testing her readiness with a swipe of my fingers through her slick heat.

“Fuck, you’re greedy for this cock, aren’t you?”