Page 4 of Cozy with the Mountain Man (Fall for a Mountain Man #10)

CHAPTER FOUR

Beckett

“Your beef stew is delicious. How did you learn to cook so well? Did you teach yourself?”

I smiled as memories flooded my mind. Good ones this time.

“My grandma. Or Mee-maw, as she liked to be called. She cooked amazing food. She was always in the kitchen, fixing to make something, whether it was that night’s dinner or dessert, the next day’s breakfast, or a special treat, or hell, even just to cook.

I watched her often as a little boy, sitting at the kitchen table and watching her move about the kitchen, a towel slung over her shoulder.

One day, she asked me if I wanted to learn.

It sort of took off from there. Let’s just say I eat well. ”

“That’s so sweet, Rowan. It must’ve been so special to you. Plus, she taught you a valuable skill. I love to cook for myself. Mainly self-taught by experimenting. I also love to look up YouTube videos and try to learn new skills that way.”

“What’s your favorite dish to cook?” I tore a piece of my crusty bread and dipped it in the beef stew before popping it in my mouth, the comforting flavors exploding on my taste buds. Mee-maw’s recipe never failed to deliver.

“I make a pretty good meatloaf.”

“I love meatloaf. You’ll have to make it for me sometime.”

“Maybe I will. What’s your favorite dish to make?”

“I love a good piece of fried chicken. I enjoy experimenting with different ways to bread the chicken and what temperature of oil and breading yields the best results. Mee-maw taught me a few tricks.”

“Can’t beat fried chicken.”

Dinner continued with light conversation, and after we were stuffed with beef stew, we moved back to the living room. But not before stopping at the back sliding glass door, the snow showing no signs of stopping. “Do you think Louie needs to go out again?”

Jules looked over to where Louie lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, full from the meal of rice and beef we had made for him earlier. She covered her mouth as giggles escaped. “I’m going to say probably not.”

“He seems pretty comfortable here,” I said as we walked into the living room side by side. “I like it.”

“Me too,” I said, sneaking glances at her from the corner of my eye.

I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to take her to my bed and do naughty things to her sexy body.

Did she want me to?

“Did you want to watch a movie? Or play a game?”

“What game?”

“Trivia,” I answered with a mischievous smile.

“Trivia? Oh! Just you wait! I’m a master at trivia.”

“Good. But there’s a catch.” I smirked as we settled in the living room while I began setting up the cards for the game on the side table. She sat on the loveseat while I sat on the couch.

“A catch? No, no catches allowed.” Jules wagged her finger in the most adorable way.

“Yes. A bit of a fun twist.” My smirk turned into a grin. “For every answer you get wrong, you have to remove a piece of clothing,” I said with a sly grin.

“What? What trivia game is this?” Jules’s cheeks flamed red, and she squirmed in her seat. I loved it.

“It’s called sexy nighttime adult trivia. Ready? Pick a category.” I held up four cards, each listing a different category on the back, and on the front, a question and an answer were listed.

“Okay, rock music,” Jules said, pointing at one of the cards.

“A very popular band that exploded onto the scene in the early nineties and started the trend of grunge rock. What is the name of the band?”

I watched as she panicked, her eyes growing wide. “Shit! I know this one!” She playfully slapped the table, and her dog, Louie, got to his feet and shoved his face onto her lap, demanding pets and reassurance that his beloved owner was okay.

“Can I get a hint?”

“Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”

“What will it cost?”

“A piece of clothing,” I answered with a wink.

“Okay.” Jules reached down and slipped off a sock. She held it out, smirked, and tossed it over her shoulder. “Done.”

I chuckled. “One of their famous hits is ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit.’”

“Oh, c’mon, I know this!” Jules exclaimed before looking hopelessly at Louie.

“Take a guess. No more hints. And this time, the shirt comes off.”

Jules’s mouth dropped. “Socks count!” she teased.

“Not in my game.”

“Fine, I’ll guess Foo Fighters?”

I laughed. “Close but nope. Off with your shirt!”

Jules slipped her sweater off over her head, leaving her in a tank top, no bra underneath. My cock jerked to life, and I shifted my eyes away, avoiding her pert nipples.

“Okay, what was the answer?”

“Saying the answer means another piece of clothing.”

Jules threw her head back in laughter. “You think you’re slick.”

“Fine. The answer is Nirvana.”

“Aha! It was right on the tip of my tongue.”

“Sure, it was…”

Our game continued back and forth, picking categories and asking questions, and when we got down to only our underwear, I couldn’t stop staring at her ample curves on full display, her lacy panties and bra leaving little to the imagination.

With her almost naked before me, I wanted her so badly, my entire body vibrated with need and want, like an addict going through withdrawal. My cock strained beneath my boxers, very noticeably, and I stopped trying to hide it. What was the point?

I wanted to kiss her, taste her, feast on her body like she was my dessert.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Jules.” I kissed her again, soft and slow at first, as I let the anticipation build and build.

I wanted her in my bed. Now.

“Let me take you to bed, Jules. Please.”

Her eyes flashed. So much heat and desire, it was as if I could literally feel it on my skin.

“Yes. Please do.”

Without another second passing, I lifted her and placed her over my shoulder, stopping by the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream.

It was about to get messy and fun.

Once upstairs, I lay her down gently on my bed, pausing for a moment at the sight of her there, so pretty and innocent looking up at me from my large bed.

I climbed on top of her, ready to drive her wild with need.

“How’s here?” I squirted a dollop of cream on my finger and let it fall on her lips before kissing it off, the sweetness of the dairy treat heightening our kisses.

Dragging my mouth across her jaw, to her ear, and down to her neck, I left a trail of kisses as I memorized her skin, her scent, her everything.

“What about here?” I asked her as I licked the whipped cream off her neck.

“Mm-hmm.” Jules shivered beneath my lips, though her skin was on fire.

“Here?” I squirted the can of whipped cream on the swell of her breasts and licked it off once more. My tongue dipped below the lace of her bra, and my dick wanted to explode inside her.

“Yes,” she whispered as I squeezed out more whipped cream on her other breast and down to her stomach.

Jules sucked in a deep breath as I trailed my mouth and tongue over her soft curves, digging my fingers into her fleshy waist, my dick so fucking hard for her.

She showed up here looking like a sexy little minx, and I yearned for her, ached for her, wanted to explore every inch of her hot body.

Before I could squirt another dollop of whipped cream on her, she climbed on top of me and grabbed the can from my hands.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun.” Jules grinned, her eyes lit up with mischief. She shook the can and pressed the trigger, a stream of sweet cream landing on my chest.

Jules dipped her head down, and when her tongue connected with my skin, I was a goner.

Done. Finished. Over.

Nothing but putty in her hands.