Page 45 of Beneath the Mountain Sky (McBride Brother Lumberjacks #1)

KILLIAN

W ell, fuck.

I intended to distract her. To draw her from the depths of whatever darkness woke her in the night and brought her out here. I hadn’t set out to fuck her. But with her in my arms like this, needy and begging for it, she knows damn well I won’t deny her.

Like I ever stood a chance to resist…

It hasn’t happened yet.

And I’m not about to start letting this woman down when my entire purpose in life is to see her smile, to watch her enjoy life, to be happy and content.

That won’t happen here in the river with the chilly water lapping at our naked skin, raising goosebumps across every inch of our bodies.

I need full, unfettered access to her.

We need this moment.

The moon shines down on us as I stalk out of the water with Willow in my arms. Her legs stay wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pinned to her.

Every step rubs my cock along her slick, hot core, and she groans into my mouth as she kisses me hard.

A greedy taking of precisely what she asked for.

All of me.

She already has it.

It’s been hers for so long that I barely remember what it felt like not to love Willow May.

The sharp bite of the cool night air hitting our wet skin doesn’t seem to faze her, and I couldn’t give a fuck right now.

Not with her crushed against me.

Not with her devouring my mouth.

Not when she seems to have completely forgotten whatever brought her out to the river tonight, which was my only purpose.

There may be almost three dozen people merely a few hundred yards away, but we might as well be a thousand miles from anyone else, with the way the world seems to disappear.

All that exists beneath the mountain sky, littered with stars, is the two of us.

Our slick bodies.

Our all-consuming desire for each other.

Our commitment to this, no matter what else may come.

Willow kisses me with reckless abandon. Grinding along my length. Clinging to my neck and tunneling her hands into my hair as if she can’t get close enough. Twining her tongue with my own. Frantic in a way I’ve never seen her before.

If I adjusted my hold and slid into her right now, she would accept me.

She would take me into her body, giving me her soul again and again, the same way I do mine to her.

But I force myself to keep walking.

To ignore the burning animal instinct to take her this very second.

I head for the treeline, the farthest away from the camp as I can get without delving too deep into the forest. The last thing we need is a damn search party coming out here, finding us naked and in a very compromising situation because we got ourselves turned around in the darkness.

All I need is a solid surface.

And this woman.

My Honeybee…

That sweet scent of lavender and honey clings to her, coats my tongue as she tangles hers with mine.

I step into the trees a few feet, ignoring the bite of twigs and whatever else lies on the forest floor on my soles, until I can press her back against the rough bark.

She gasps into my lips at the contact, and I groan my approval at finally being able to pin her to something, to get the leverage I need to well and truly fuck her.

But I would never cause this woman additional pain. “Does that hurt?”

Willow shakes her head, twining her fingers through my hair. “No, but I don’t care if it does.”

I drag my head back and see the truth in her gaze, the heat there flaring at the many ways I can make it hurt so damn good for her.

She has always liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure, a little bit of adventure mixed in with the mundane. My hand at her throat. Having sex in the McBride Timber office, where anyone might walk in on us. The sharp sting of my hand across her ass…

But only in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be taking her like this.

Rough.

Hard.

Out here where we’re completely exposed.

“You’re sure?”

She nods.

I dip my head to her neck, kissing my way along the smooth column until I get to her ear, and sucking on the lobe until she groans and rubs her cunt along my cock even harder.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, Honeybee.

Because if anyone hears you, they might take your screams for something else and come running. ”

She issues the tiniest whimper. “I will.”

Somehow, I don’t believe her, but I don’t fucking care if they see anyway.

This is what she needs right now, in this moment, to forget all the ways her head is wrapped up in the past, all the things she can’t remember.

She needs me.

She needs to feel alive again.

And with the moon shining brightly overhead, the rough bark at her back, and my cock inside her, I don’t know how she could possibly think about anything else.

I reach between us, align the head at her slick entrance, and glide into her in one long, smooth stroke.

She gasps, her breath catching as I seat myself fully inside her.

Her hands tighten around my neck, nails digging into the skin, and I freeze, allowing her to adjust to my size. Giving her a moment to consider what the hell we’re doing and to change her mind if she wants to. But she squeezes around me tightly and scores those nails across my shoulders. “Move.”

Fuck. Yes.

Her wish is my command, and I drag my hips back and slam into her again. The gasp that falls from her lips this time is louder. Needier.

My cock throbs deep inside her. “Told you, you need to be quiet, Honeybee.”

She nods.

“And hold on tight.”

Keeping one hand on her ass to support her, I pin my chest to hers and slide my other up around her neck, pinning her head to the tree.

Her eyes roll up, and she swallows hard against my palm.

Fuuuuuuck.

It never gets old.

This feeling of being inside her.

Of every little noise she makes vibrating along my hand and knowing they’re because of me.

Because of what I can do for her.

I squeeze gently, her heartbeat thrumming rapidly under my thumb as I pull my hips back and plunge into her again.

This time, I don’t pause.

I don’t hesitate.

I don’t stop.

I set a driving rhythm.

Harsh.

Demanding.

The type designed to bring us both to release quickly.

I crash my lips to hers, inhaling her gasps. Her tiny mewls. The frantic pants that fall as I pound into her. “I’m going to catch your scream, Honeybee.”

She whimpers and nods, clenching around me, rolling her hips to meet mine on each thrust. Taking me deep. Clinging to me on each retreat, trying to keep me inside.

The sound of the crickets, the water rushing across the rocks in the river, her desperate pleas, and skin on skin fills the air.

A symphony so beautiful I can’t imagine anything else ever coming close.

My harsh breaths flutter her dark hair across her forehead, and I capture her mouth again, greedily devouring her.

Needing to taste her. Needing her to know it’s me, that my touch is the only one that matters.

That it’s the sole one she should be dreaming about, thinking about forever.

To wash away everything else but the two of us at this moment with a crashing wave of ecstasy.

Her hands shift up into my hair. She grips the back of my head, holding me in place, urging me to keep kissing her. Those luscious thighs tighten around my hips, imploring me to keep driving into her. I flex my palm around her throat, feel the vibration of her response against it.

Fuck.

Yes.

I dig my fingers into her ass, probably hard enough to leave bruises, but those are the types she always liked, the type I always loved to see on her skin. The ones that are evidence of how fucking explosive we are together.

She clings to me like I’m her lifeline, when really, she’s mine.

I’ve been lost without her for the past year, a shadow of myself with no direction. But now, in the shadow of the night, I reclaim her fully out here, where we always felt like we were most at home, where we belonged.

On our mountain.

I can’t let what happened to her take that from her.

I have to let her take it back.

“Please, Killian…”

Those words rumble against my palm.

A plea that makes my balls draw up tight and my cock throb inside her.

And I know exactly what she wants.

I squeeze her throat tighter, looking at the way my tattooed hand so perfectly fits around that fragile column. My thumb brushes over her pulse, and tremors shake her body.

Not from the cool air, but from that release she always finds when I take control, when I force her to focus on only the moment and my touch.

This moment.

I pound into her relentlessly. Demanding she take all of me and give me all of herself in return. Each thrust reassures me that this second chance I never thought I’d have isn’t just a dream .

Willow is here.

Willow is mine.

Willow isn’t going anywhere.

And I need to feel her come apart the way she completely undoes me. “Open your eyes and look at me, Willow.”

It takes a moment before her lids flutter and those half-lidded, steely gray eyes meet mine.

I keep thrusting, grinding my hips in the way she loves. “You’re going to wait for me to come.”

Her lips part on a whimper, and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I need?—”

“You’re going to wait.” I drive into her again, pinning her and holding still until I get what I want from her. A promise. “You’re going to do that for me.”

* * *

WILLOW

It should be a relatively simple request.

One Killian has made of me hundreds of times over the years.

He loves to come with me, to feel me clenching around him as he empties himself deep inside me. As he completes both of us in an earth-shattering explosion of pleasure.

But I don’t know if I can tonight.

I don’t know if I can give him what he needs, even though he’s giving me what I do. Because I’m so close, right there.

My orgasm hovers on the periphery of my vision. A glowy flame encroaching on the edges. Promising something only he has ever been able to give me.