Page 13 of Comforted By The Mountain Man (Eden Ridge: Hunter Brothers #1)

SIERRA

“ Y ou want my cock, Brown Eyes?” Asher’s deep morning voice grunts into my ear.

My heart races with anticipation, feeling the wet tip of his hard cock nudging the core. The sun is barely up, so thankfully, Ryder’s still asleep upstairs. Asher woke me with his mouth latched onto my clit.

Thirty minutes of foreplay ended with my mouth driving him wild. Asher passionately positioned my front against the headboard, pulling my hips out so I’m bent over before teasing my slit with his shaft.

“I want you dripping in my come as we have breakfast,” Asher growls into my neck.

“Asher,” I moan, needing him to push his cock inside.

I try to move my hips back but his hold on my hip tightens as he darkly chuckles. “Uh uh, baby. I’m leading right now. You had your turn earlier.”

Tipping my head back, I settle on his shoulder, smiling. “You didn’t let me finish.”

Licking up my neck, he bites the edge of my ear. “I want to release in your perfect pussy, baby, not your mouth.”

“But it tasted so good,” I pant, loving the confidence I have grown in teasing Asher in bed.

Groaning like a bear, he enters me in one swift thrust.

“Oh God,” I cry out, instantly clenching around him, adjusting to the size of this man.

Cursing, Asher’s hand glides up my body, grabbing my breast while the other finds my clit.

“Milk my come, baby,” he demands, punching his hip up before taking my body in a fierce rhythm.

I can’t decide which I love more: when Asher takes me slowly, sensually, or when he’s feral, demanding my body to scream in pleasure.

The way he’s so in tune with my body. I can barely think when this man is inside me.

He’s constantly changing the pace when he feels me settle in, touching my body in places I didn’t even know were erogenous zones that heighten every orgasm.

It takes seconds for me to detonate. My fingers claw into the headboard as I push my hips back, meeting Asher’s powerful entry.

“You’re making me come, Brown Eyes,” Asher chokes out before his guttural cry into my neck releases a domino effect of mini orgasms following the big one I’m still in the throes of.

There’s something primal about the way I love, no, need to feel his release flooding me. It’s more of a claim. Every. Time. Asher’s hold is so tight, I feel his need to never let go. I’m greedy for his craving of my body because I feel the same for his.

Two weeks of heaven on earth. Literally.

Stubbornly, I tried sleeping in my room every night.

That lasted all of three nights before I was too exhausted to move my body after Asher took our bodies so high, well into the nights.

Once we crossed that line, we became insatiable which, with a curious four-year-old boy, it’s miraculous we’ve made it work.

Asher leans against my back, his beating heart slowing. Soft kisses of devotion sprinkle my shoulder. You’d never think Asher before he comes is the same man he is after he comes. I smile, turning my neck, giving him more access.

“Morning,” he rasps.

Giggling, I turn and find his lips. The way he kisses me makes me feel like the most precious thing in his world.

Oh God. I think…I’m falling in love with him.

Against my mouth, he whispers, “We should shower before he thunders downstairs, demanding Hulk-shaped pancakes.”

Softly chuckling, I kiss him again before Asher slowly pulls out of me.

Never fails, the mess we make. Asher’s hand cups my sensitive core, somehow picking me up.

Squealing, I try to keep my voice down. Asher carries us into his master bath and we proceed to carry out what has become our morning routine.

Asher leaves before me to start breakfast as I get ready for the day.

I pick out one of the new outfits Grace encouraged me to buy when I got my first paycheck a few days ago.

Summer is slowly fading to the first hints of Fall.

The Pacific Northwest starts getting cooler than California does this time of year.

I throw on a slouchy cardigan over my blouse and jeans.

Just as I enter the kitchen, Ryder jumps from the counter onto Asher’s back. “Hulk Smash!”

“Ryder Antonio,” I call. “What have I told you about jumping off the counter?”

“Mama, Daddy Asher catches me. He never lets me fall.”

The air becomes solid as Asher turns and looks at me. Ryder slides down as Asher hooks his arm around my son, helping him safely down, never taking his eyes off me.

Since Ryder brought up wanting Asher to be his dad, he still called him Mr. Asher. This is a new name we hadn’t heard him say before. At least, not out loud. He had me help him draw it on a picture featuring all the Hunter brothers as Avengers.

“I’m hungry,” Ryder says, completely oblivious to the tension.

“Sit on the stool, bud. I’ll have your plate ready any minute.” Asher kisses the top of my son’s unruly curls before finishing the omelets.

After feeding my son, I catch Asher staring at Ryder with love. My food feels stuck in my throat, witnessing what real love looks like. And to see it aimed at Ryder is everything I’ve wanted for him.

Asher has to work at the distillery today but I actually have the day off. Ryder has been pestering to have cupcakes he saw in the window at Sweet Pines Bakery that Princess Gracie raved about. Now my son is obsessed with tasting one himself.

I drive us and drop Asher off. Ezra quietly chats with Ryder, who’s kicking his legs in his car seat.

Asher takes advantage and steals a kiss when no one’s watching.

It’s not that we’re hiding our affection from Ryder.

That’s impossible at this point. But even though this already feels permanent, we haven’t actually made anything official.

I think Asher’s being patient, wanting me to be sure first.

If he only knew I was more than halfway in love with him already.

Ryder and I drive into town down the mountain. It’s still surreal every time I visit. We park outside Sweet Pine.

“Wait for me,” I call out as Ryder runs into the bakery.

Shaking my head, a bell dings when I open the door.

The smells are like a cloud of cinnamon, sugar, vanilla, and chocolate.

Okay. Maybe Grace was onto something with her recommendation.

If I’m not careful, I’ll gain twenty pounds on this stuff.

I shrug, looking at the decadent pastries and desserts.

Worth it.

I smile at the older woman behind the counter.

“Is this precious one yours?” she asks, smiling down at Ryder, who has his face plastered on the glass.

“Baby,” I whisper, gently pulling his face away. “Yes. This is Ryder. I’m Sierra.”

“Alright, young man. What can I get for you today?” she asks Ryder, who launches into naming almost everything he sees.

Laughing, she comes around to explain what each item actually is when my phone rings.

“I’m sorry. Could you excuse me a moment?” I ask, seeing the call is from Asher.

“Sure, dear.”

“Stay here, baby,” I tell Ryder, turning to face the back of the bakery to answer. “Hey,” I smile.

“Hey, Brown Eyes. Quick question about the numbers from the shipment we just sent off to West’s bar.”

I answer the questions and we discuss some adjustments for the coming season. This town makes a big deal of Fall and Christmas. We ensure the budget matches to accommodate. I turn to check on Ryder, only I don’t see him.

A large number of people are crowding the counter for the late morning rush.

“One second, Ash,” I say distracted, walking between people. “Excuse me,” I repeat, searching between them. “Ryder?” I call out again.

“Sierra, what’s wrong?” Asher asks but I’m growing frantic.

I push through and lean over the counter, grabbing the older woman’s attention. “My son. Ryder. Where did he go?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” She looks around. “I gave him a sample treat and told him to stay right here until you returned.”

I turn and rush to the front door. “Ryder,” I cry out, pushing through the door, looking in every direction. “Ryder!”

“Sierra,” Asher’s stern voice grabs my attention.

“Asher,” I sob. “Oh, God. I don’t see him. I can’t find him.”

“Listen to me, Brown Eyes. Take a deep breath. Don’t move from the bakery until I get there. He might have wandered off and will return knowing you’re there.”

“I can’t just stand here,” I argue. “That’s,” my throat closes on me. “He’s my everything, Asher.”

“Baby, I know. We will find him,” he says firmly. “Do not leave. I will be there in less than ten minutes. You hear me?”

I nod, though he can’t see me. I fist my bangs, losing my mind. Asher must have hung up but I still hold the phone to my ear. I pace the street, peeking inside other shops, calling out for Ryder, asking shop workers if they’ve seen his description. Nobody has seen anything.

How did this happen?

I’ve heard of parents losing their kids in malls, stores. I counted myself lucky that I’d never experienced this before. Did he just walk off? Did something catch his attention?

Asher violently swerves into a parking spot. He’s in what I believe to be Grayson’s military Jeep. Rushing out like a bull, he takes my shoulders in his hands. “Anything?” he asks.

I shake my head, tears flying off. “He wouldn’t have walked off. He’s never done that before. How could he just vanish like that?”

“Breathe, Sierra.”

“Do I call the police?”

His expression darkens. “No. They’re useless. I already called the guys. West, being a couple blocks down is already searching Main Street. We need to make calls. Someone has to have seen him.”

I voice something I’ve been terrified to consider. “Asher,” I whisper. “What if they—,” I don’t finish.

He takes my face in his hands. “We will find him. You trust me?” Crying, I nod. I do. I do trust Asher. With our lives.

“Then trust me when I say, we’re going to find him.”