Page 46 of Beneath the Mountain Sky (McBride Brother Lumberjacks #1)
Release from pain. Release from worry. Release from all the wrongs of this world. Release from anything that holds me captive in my head. Release of those dark shadows that the blinding light of ecstasy will blast away.
He’s about to give it to me.
Exactly what I need.
The way he took control, brought me into that river, and shocked my system into forgetting the reason I was out there in the first place. The way he dragged me up here without hesitation. The way he told me what was going to happen.
All of it took the pressure off me, off my mind, off the necessity of thinking when it was sending me down very bad roads.
I always felt like my life was so out of control until he and I finally got together, until he helped take it and put it back in my hands. Until he showed me how to let go by letting him show me this.
The past year, someone else took control of my life from me, but Killian is giving it back to me right now by allowing me to hand it to him.
And there’s something heady about knowing that I can trust him with my heart and my body and everything else.
That he will never let me down. That he will always finish what he starts and do it beautifully.
Whether that be work, one of his carvings, or the way he makes love to me.
Killian McBride doesn’t half-ass anything.
His entire focus is on this moment. Our connection. The movement of our bodies so perfectly in tune and sync.
And that’s what he’s asking for.
What he’s demanding.
That we come in perfect unison.
He buries himself deep inside me, stilling his hips as he waits for my answer. For my confirmation that I will wait for him the same way he waited over the last year for me.
I whimper at the painful request.
Needing him to keep moving.
Needing the friction.
And I attempt to grind against him, squeezing around his hard length, trying to urge him to get moving again, but he holds absolutely still, controlling every tiny movement I make, ensuring I can’t squirm away.
“I need you to answer me, Honeybee.” His strong hand at my throat tightens briefly, his thumb brushing over my thudding pulse, making my cunt contract around him again. “Can you do that for me? Can you wait?”
The base of his cock hits my clit as I try to move, but he presses into me harder, preventing it, keeping me absolutely trapped between him and the tree and at his mercy.
Rough, cold bark abrades my bare back and shoulders, a sharp juxtaposition against the smooth, warm body pinned to my chest.
I can’t move.
His fingers squeeze my ass, reaffirming his control. He dips his head and trails his lips across my collarbone to my neck, then nips playfully at the spot his thumb just caressed. “I’m not going to move until you answer me.”
This man knows exactly what he is doing.
The longer he stays like this, unmoving, with me dangling over the precipice with only his hold keeping me from slipping over, the more time it gives me to collect myself, to bring myself back from the brink of orgasm, to get that control so that I can wait for him.
I take a long, deep breath and release it, tamping down that frantic need just enough to grasp the first threads of my release and keep them at bay.
He lifts his head, grinning at me. “Good girl. Now answer me.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Thank fuck, Honeybee, because I need your sweet cunt clenching around me when I finally unload into you.”
Another wave of need washes over me with his words, rippling through me the same way the water does over the boulders in the river.
Wild.
Completely untamed desire.
The kind I only feel with him.
He pulls his hips back and drives into me again, rocking me against the tree. “Fuuuuck…”
I dig my nails into the back of his head, and he groans, the rumble of his chest pressed to mine a reminder of how close he is to the edge himself.
At least I won’t have to wait long, not with the way he’s vibrating.
Hard muscles ripple under my hands.
He rolls his hips and grinds against mine with each plunge, rubbing my clit and giving me the friction I need as he tightens his hand around my throat.
Not enough to restrict my breathing, just enough to remind me that he could, that he’s in control, and I let him take it because he’s so much better at directing me to what’s important than I’ve been at recognizing it myself.
I let him give me intense pleasure.
I let him own me because I know I own him, too.
His whole heart.
He’s proven that to me since I’ve been back.
That he’s exactly the man I always knew he was.
That he’s mine.
Finally, his thrusts become erratic, frantic, more animal than human. My head spins. My body tenses. We both know what’s coming, and he lifts his head and takes my mouth as he brushes his thumb across my pulse point and squeezes.
I erupt at the same time he does.
He catches my scream, and I do his groan as he pumps into me, emptying himself into my core, driving himself into the deepest part of me that only he could ever reach.
Bright lights flash against my closed lids.
The world melts away.
Heat flares out through my limbs, a blast of sheer bliss that steals my breath.
And Killian is right there.
Giving it to me.
His mouth molded to mine.
His kiss giving me life again.
He finally stills his hips, and his lips slow over mine. But they don’t stop. Featherlight kisses bring me down from cataclysmic heights. Floating gently rather than crashing back to earth.
I sag against the tree, only his grip on my neck and ass and his hard body keep me upright. And somehow, even out here in the wild of McBride Mountain, with so much uncertainty and danger, I’ve never felt more safe. More loved. More at peace.
He kisses me gently.
So softly it’s barely a brush of his lips across mine.
Once.
Twice.
Then he slowly lowers my feet to the ground. They sink slightly into grass and leaves damp from the evening dew and the water dripping from our naked bodies.
My legs tremble as he slides his hands from my ass and slowly pulls his head all the way back. He shifts, and the loss of his body heat lets the chilly night air hit me, raising goosebumps across my still-damp skin.
I open my eyes and find him on his knees in front of me, staring up with so much reverence. Like a man in church about to confess his sins…or worship his god.
The pure adoration in his gaze sends fire licking over my entire body before he even touches me. By the time he dips his head between my legs, I’m burning alive, caught in this inferno of lust.
His tongue glides through where his cock just was greedily. “Fucking beautiful. Fuck, Honeybee…so damn sweet.”
I groan and tunnel my hands into his hair as he licks away the evidence of what we did.
His tongue drifts over my inner thighs, across my cunt, delving deep inside.
He groans, the vibration along my flesh making my clit throb, until his tongue flicks up over it, and I flinch at the contact with it so oversensitive after just coming. “Christ, Killian. You?—”
My head spins, stealing any words I was about to say.
“We taste so fucking good together.”
He murmurs the words against my core, devouring me, licking and sucking and nipping until he has guaranteed the only thing that exists is the feel of his mouth on me and that pulsating heat right between my legs.
My thighs quiver and tighten around his head, and he chuckles, then plunges two fingers inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion and clench around him as he begins to work me up again with skilled ministrations. “Killian, I don’t think I?—”
“You can.”
Every time he has said those words to me, he’s proven them to be true.
All the things I thought I couldn’t do, he’s assured I can, whether it was make it through another rough interaction with Mom, survive another nightmare, or come apart in his arms again.
By now, I should know not to doubt him.
He dips his head and attacks my clit again, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth over it as he pumps his fingers into me. Curling them. Dragging them along my pulsating inner walls. Catching on my G-spot and concentrating all his focus there.
I sag my weight completely against the tree and over his shoulders, that bright heat centering between my legs now starting to blast outward until I finally come again.
This time, Killian isn’t there to catch my cry.
It rips out of somewhere deep in my soul. Echoing off the trees. Across the rushing river. Drowning out the sounds of the night animals and the pain I felt only minutes ago when I was standing out there, wondering what had become of my life over the last year.
Ecstasy courses through my veins as I grind my cunt against his face. Killian gazes up at me, sucking down my release and what was left of his, letting me come apart, knowing he will always put me back together.
Tears trickle from my eyes as I finally come down to earth, sagging my weight completely onto him.
He slides his arms around my waist, tugging me up to him, and slanting his mouth across my own. The taste of him and me combined is heady as his tongue glides over mine. But he pulls away far too soon.
His eyes flash with humor. “We better get back to our clothes quickly because we’re about to have company.”
The post-orgasmic haze finally starts to subside enough that I can hear thundering footsteps.
I jerk away from him slightly. “Shit.”
They’re coming.
We’re too close to the camp to hope no one heard that.
He chuckles. “We’re okay!” His gaze cuts over his shoulder to whoever approaches. “Go back to the bonfire!”
The footsteps halt.
Killian’s large body blocks whoever it is from seeing me. I still duck my head against his chest, heat flaring in my cheeks. But even the intense embarrassment at being caught can’t override the feeling filling me right now.
For the first time in weeks, and in spite of what we’re about to do tomorrow, I finally feel free.
As if that missing part of me is within reach, and it doesn’t matter what we find because it will be okay.