Page 5 of Autumn Feud With The Mountain Man (Ozark Mountain Men Falling For Love #1)

Thatcher

“Yeah?” I asked in surprise.

Shelby nodded her head. It was a tiny movement that would have been easy to miss if I hadn’t been looking for it… hoping for it.

She slammed back the rest of her wine, and more firmly told me, “Unless you’re not man enough.”

A wide smile split across my lips. There was the feisty woman I’d first met. For a second I’d gotten confused by the soft hint of humanity I’d spotted in her eyes.

But none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that she’d agreed to leave the party with me.

A man had to take action when a miracle like this occurred.

So I stepped forward and slipped my arm around her waist, then led her to the front door.

Sara came in at that moment, eyes wide and mischievous. She asked, “Shelby, are you leaving with Thatcher?”

Shelby nodded, with a soft lilt back in her voice. “Yeah. He’s going to walk me home. Will you tell Brook I’ll return her dress tomorrow?”

Sara grinned. “Don’t forget your purse!”

“Oh. Right. My purse.”

Sara handed it over, eyes darting between the two of us, reading the signals clearly.

Shelby and I were about to turn into this week’s gossip. Not that I minded. I liked the idea of everyone knowing she’d been claimed. There were too many single men in Deer Springs. And I didn’t want any of them to get any ideas about my woman.

I steered her right out the front door and asked, “Which way do you live, hon?”

She pointed north, and we started walking up the wide, old sidewalk.

Deer Springs had been built back when cars were still a rarity. So there were sidewalks everywhere, designed for actual walking.

The cold nip of fall was in the air, and I felt her shivering, so I slipped my flannel off and tucked it over her shoulders before sneaking my arm around her waist.

We didn’t say a word as we walked, the snap of energy between us saying everything for us.

We were going to fuck. And fuck hard.

Every encounter we’d had since she moved here had been building towards this moment.

And my cock was firming in my pants, making them uncomfortably tight.

I itched to shift myself but held back, enjoying the tight feeling of constraint, knowing that soon it would be even more constrained when I found myself in the tight cave of her cunt.

I’d never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as I did right now.

My grip slipped lower, dropping from her waist to her hip as we passed house after house decorated for the season.

There were jack-o’-lanterns and uncarved pumpkins, Halloween decorations, and harvest displays.

All of them highlighted by the swirling of leaves, fallen soldiers dropped from the deciduous trees in the neighborhood.

“Which way, Shelby?” I asked as we came to a crossroads, four directions open to us. Four possibilities for us to wander down.

Quietly, she said, “Left.”

What had happened to the fierce demon of a woman I’d met? The one who threatened men and made it seem like sport. I’d seen the wicked glint in her eye that day. She’d enjoyed threatening me and putting me in my place.

And the thing we both knew was that since that day, I’d picked up the trash from the law firm meticulously.

Even going inside last week when she’d forgotten it. I’d asked her ever so politely to retrieve it for me.

We both knew she’d won that battle.

But it looked like I might be winning the war.

It only took us twenty cold minutes to walk from one end of town to the other. The houses got bigger, the yards more dramatic.

She pointed, “This is it.”

We both knew what would happen next.

The small brick pathway leading to her front door wasn’t wide enough for both of us. So I put her in front of me, and marched her to the porch as the hard grind of my firm cock wedged itself against her ass.

She didn’t complain. Didn’t yell at me to stop. Or act like I’d misunderstood.

Instead, she let out a tiny moan, like she was desperate for me.

It was late, almost one in the morning, and the shi-shi upscale neighborhood had already gone to sleep.

A few porch lights were left on, but it was mostly dark here. Dark enough to… well, dark enough to fuck her hard.

So that’s what I did.

Shelby worked the key into the lock as I lifted her dress, revealing an ass as big as I’d imagined.

“Right here?” she asked tremulously, the strong, powerful side of her personality in hiding.

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, I used my body to respond. Dipping my lips down to the nape of her neck, I kissed the soft naked skin before me.

She moaned, leaning back against me, then swiveling her ass to tease my cock.

That ignited a firestorm inside me.

Shelby was no delicate virgin. She was a tramp. A slut. My slut.

And I took her the way a man should take a slut.

My teeth grazed her skin as I nipped her neck. Then I tugged her panties to the side and unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should go inside.”

“In a minute,” I rumbled.

First, I needed to do this .

I rubbed my bare cock against the seam of her ass, then slipped it down between her legs, pushing her gently until she was pressed against the front door.

“Do you want me to own you, Shelby Mitchel? Is that what you want? You want a big mountain cock in your wet slit tonight?”

She moaned again, and I positioned my tip against her wetness, not taking any more time than that before plunging in.

Then I was the one groaning. She was so tight. And hot. And moist.

I reveled in her warmth, almost coming on the spot.

But that wouldn’t work.

A man can’t come when a beautiful woman like her has a need. And I planned to fulfill all her needs. I needed to show her how an Ozark man did this. Not some fancy-suited lawyer she might have met after a night of Appletinis at a tapas bar in New York.

Tonight Shelby Mitchel was going to see what it was like to have a real cock inside her.

My first thrust was so hard the door shook on its hinges.

When she didn’t complain, I thrust again. Then again.

Slow and powerful. No rush. Showing her who was in charge.

“How do you like fucking a garbage man, Shelby Mitchel? Does it make your silk panties damp? Did you think of me late at night? Fingers drifting down to touch yourself?”

I dropped my hand down to the front of her hips, hunting for her clit as my thrusts grew stronger.

The door rattled with each push of my cock, her breasts pressed against it. How I wanted to turn her around and suckle them in my mouth, make love to her. But a woman like this didn’t want a man like me to make love to her. She wanted me to fuck her hard.

So that’s what I was going to give her.

She moaned again, quietly, as I felt her pussy melt. She was dripping on my cock, and I rubbed her harder now, faster.

Shelby was still in control, keeping her voice down for the neighbors. I could tell she was nervous we’d be caught.

And hell, I should have been, too. But I wasn’t. I wanted the world to see us. To know that I’d claimed her. That she was mine and no one else’s, at least for this minute.

The door shook on its hinges as I lost control now, more frenzied, less constrained. I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She needed to come soon. I couldn’t come before her. Not a woman like her. She had to go first.

Her clit was so slick now that the tips of my fingers slid along it almost frictionless. Faster, faster, faster.

Shelby’s hips were trembling, and she stood on her tippy-toes. Her moans had turned into groans, and I had to shush her. She’d forgotten about the neighbors at this point.

“Come for me now, Shelby. Come for the trash man.”

And then she did. She cried out, her whole body shivering with need as her pussy tightened on me like a vise. I felt her flutter around my cock, as though her gorgeous cunt was trying to suck the come right out of me.

A flash of slow light crossed the neighborhood as a car turned onto her street. But even that couldn’t get me to stop.

Shelby’s porch light was off, and I could only hope that her porch was dim enough that whoever was driving hadn’t seen us. Or if they had, that they’d liked what they saw.

My heart was galloping in my chest, the door shaking even harder on its hinges as I fucked her as hard as I could.

As the car passed by her house, I couldn’t hold back any longer, my hips hungrily thrusting as I took her and took her and took her again.

Then I groaned out, completely out of control as I released deep inside her.

Despite the cool fall air, I was slicked wet with sweat.

My knees went weak, and my heart stammered in my chest.

I clung to her, breathing hard.

What the hell just happened?

I’d exchanged less than a hundred words with this woman, and we’d just come together in a spectacular show of fireworks.

Now all I felt was regret for being so rough with her, and concern that I might have hurt her.

“Are you all right?” I asked as I panted to catch my breath, my arms still laced tightly around her.

“I’m more than all right. I’m just afraid of what the neighbors might think if any of them catch us at it. Let’s go inside.”

I released her, surprised that she wasn’t shutting down or pushing me away. What had happened to the woman who was full of vinegar and threats?

She opened the door, prissily tugged her dress down over her ass, and went in. I followed her like a dog in heat, locking the door behind me.

I only knew one thing.

I needed more .

When Shelby turned to face me, it was obvious that she felt the same way.

“If I let you fuck me again, are you going to behave the same way? Or will you find some manners?”

“Yes, ma’am. I can do better.”

She giggled at that, the giggle turning into a laugh.

She pressed a hand to my arm, taking the opportunity to feel my muscles, then said, “Oh, Thatcher . You topped the charts. If you can do better, I might not survive the night. Do you want wine? Sorry I don’t have any beer.

Or I can make you a Gin Fizz. Or a French 75, a Cranberry Aperol, or I suppose just a straight gin. ”

“Gin.” I managed to spit out. The woman had made me almost speechless.

I was definitely in love. Or… at least my cock was. My mind was still trying to figure things out.

Shelby was either warming me up to kill me or the best thing in the world had just happened.

She wants to fuck me again.

Despite it only being a few minutes since we finished, my cock started to rise again. Ready for round two.