Page 10 of Don’t Make Me Fall (Mountain Men of Cinnamon Creek #1)

Chapter Ten

Hudson

I swing the axe, striking the log dead center. It splits down the middle, just like the dozens I’ve split before it. I’ve been at this for hours, hopeful of distracting myself from my rampant thoughts about what happened in the tent this morning with Alanna.

It wasn’t just physical. Not for me.

And that’s the problem.

Today I actually wished for a group of selfie-loving tourists to take on a guided hike. Just my luck that no one booked a trip.

I swing my axe again.

And again.

And again.

“You’re pretty good at that,” a familiar voice calls out, loud enough to be heard through the music blasting via my earbuds.

A voice I’ll never be able to unhear as long as I live.

I drop the axe, well aware that my erratic pulse has little to do with my physical activity, and a whole lot more to do with the stubborn, sexy woman who’s ruined me for any other.

Slowly, I tug my earbuds out one at a time and wipe away the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. With agonizing leisure, I finally turn to face the woman I have fallen head over fucking heels for in record time.

“Stalking me, sweetheart?”

“You wish.”

“I didn’t give you my address,” I point out.

I try to keep my expression blank, because I love to keep her guessing.

But a smile tugs at my lips anyway. The thought of her getting on that plane tomorrow morning and possibly never seeing her again—or worse, seeing her some time in the future married to some undeserving asshole—has made me restless beyond measure.

Until this moment, I didn’t realize how devasting letting her go would be.

“Winnie says you’re in charge of hiring.” Alanna walks toward me, those curvy hips swaying, each step a seduction. “Is that true?”

It takes several seconds for what she’s said to register. Winnie. I love that woman to death. “The position for pain in my ass is already filled. By your brother.”

“You know I’d be better at it.”

We’re standing toe-to-toe. If I reach out, I could tug her into my arms and devour that pretty mouth I’ve been craving. If sweat wasn’t dripping down my bare chest, I’d have done it already.

One thing has become abundantly clear today: I’ll never be able to get enough of Alanna Grey. Not in this lifetime, or any of the others we’ll find each other in.

“Is this your official interview?”

She lifts her shoulders once, eyelashes fluttering over those amber eyes. “What if it is?”

In a frenzy of need, we’re in each other’s arms. I kiss her as though I might never see her again, sweat be damned. I devour her mouth, my tongue brutal about its conquest.

Alanna starts to giggle as her hand slips on my bare chest for the third time. “You’re so sweaty. Seriously, who chops would in the fall without their shirt? It’s hardly fifty degrees today.”

“You’re crushing this interview,” I tease.

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she flickers that heated gaze to meet mine. “Or do you want to take me inside and finally fuck me like I’ve been begging you to do?”

I scoop her into my arms, relishing in the sound of her laughter as I carry her through the back door. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing my skin despite the sweat.

Once inside, I tug her clothes off, and she rids me of mine. They litter the floor from the kitchen down the hall toward my bedroom.

When she fists my cock, I push her up against the hallway wall and lift her leg to my hip.

“I could take you right here, sweetheart. Fuck you nice and hard.” I kiss her hard on the mouth. “Would you like that?”

She nods eagerly.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me nice and hard against this wall, Hudson.”

My intention to take us both to the shower is shot to hell when she drags the head of my cock to her clit, using it to pleasure herself.

Soaking my swollen head in her juices. With my hand propped against the wall she’s leaning against, I drop my attention to the friction between us, watching her play.

“Make yourself come with my cock,” I demand. “Keep rubbing it against your clit. Just like that, sweetheart.”

I hold her leg tighter against my hip, enraptured in the vigorous way she shimmies my cock against her slick folds.

That sexy whimper escapes her throat, and I damn near come on the spot.

Though I know she’d look sexy as hell with my cum drizzled all over her naked body, I fight the impulse.

Determined that when I do drain my cock, it’ll be inside her wet pussy.

“Don’t stop until you come,” I order, knowing she’s close by the increasing volume of those whimpers.

Seconds later, she cries out. Her body convulses, and desperate to feel her orgasm in the most intimate way, I plunge into her channel all at once, holding myself inside her as she rides the wave of pleasure she created while using me as her personal play thing.

She cries out again, her fingernails digging into my biceps as I bottom out inside her.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

“You do too,” she pants.

I slowly start to move, pumping in and out of her sensitive pussy with leisure.

“This might be a good time to mention I’m on birth control.”

“I’m clean,” I tell her.

“Me too.”

“So there’s just one more thing to clear up,” I say.

“What’s that?” Her words are breathy, as though she’s running a marathon.

“Do you want me to come in this tight pussy and claim you for my own?”

“Claim me?” she lets out a laugh.

“Too primal?”

She snakes a hand around my neck and brings my lips to hers, kissing me in a sensual way that promises this doesn’t end tonight. We haven’t discussed the details, but if she’s here about a job at the lodge, I’m brave enough to hope we might have a future together after all.

“I like your primal side,” she says when our lips break apart. “Claim away, mountain man.”

“Mountain man?”

“You didn’t know?” she teases. “You’re all the rage in romance novels.”

“Is that what this is? A romance novel?”

“Fuck me nice and hard like you promised, and I’ll let you know.

” It’s the last thing she says before I bring her mouth back to mine, my tongue demanding entry into her mouth.

I lift her by the ass until both legs are wrapped around my hips.

With her back against the wall, I pummel into her channel without mercy.

She moans against my mouth, those greedy hips meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Touch yourself,” I order, dragging one of her hands between her legs.

“You think you’re going to make come a second time?”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to come so many times tonight that you lose fucking count. Now touch yourself. Because I want you coming when I drain my cock inside you.”

“Why is it so fucking hot when you talk dirty?”

“Because unlike that limp dick Tyler, I actually mean what I say. Every filthy word.”

She flickers her gaze to mine. “Who’s Tyler again?”

“Right answer.”

My thrusts are rough, deliberate, untamed.

I’m losing my god damn mind as she fingers her clit and I feel the rumble of another climax starting.

I fuck her harder, ignorning the picture that falls off the wall.

With arms and legs, she suctions her body to mine as I take her to paradise a second time.

This time, I join her in that ecstasy.

My cock pulses wildly, and I plunge into her as deep as I can. Hot ropes of cum explode into her depths.

“Mine,” I growl. “Only mine.”