Page 14 of Fall Wedding With the Mountain Man (Ozark Mountain Men Falling For Love #2)

Hudson

The most beautiful woman in the world was in bed waiting for me.

Along with one kitten and two dogs.

We’d spent hours roaming the Autumn Harvest Festival, seeing every sight, talking to the other wedding guests, and bidding Thatcher and Shelby goodbye.

Shelby had insisted that we ride the Ferris wheel, saying something about it being a good luck charm. So we’d done that next.

We’d even shared the perfect kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel when it stopped for a moment, giving us an exquisite view of the night sky as fall winds blew around us.

After that, we’d talked about what came next… at least for the night.

Together, we’d decided to stay at Thatcher and Shelby’s house in the guest bedroom they’d set up for Elizabeth.

I’d wanted to take her home to my place, but Red Oak Mountain was a further drive into the Ozarks, and she was worried about catching her plane tomorrow.

After washing up, I wandered into the bedroom to find her under the covers. Leona was lying in her arms, purring, while two dog lumps filled out the rest of the bed.

“All right, guys. Make room for me,” I rumbled as I stripped off my jeans.

Elizabeth’s eyes were riveted on me, and it looked like she was enjoying the view.

I headed to the bed with my naked cock hard and swinging. I might have just fallen in love with the woman, and I was losing her already. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t make love to her one more time.

Gingerly, I picked Leona up and put her down in a basket of blankets, then told the two dogs to hop down. Then I crawled under the covers and turned off the light.

Lizzie found her way to the crook of my arm, where she nestled in and rested her head on my shoulder.

Now that we were both under the covers, I was delighted to realize she was naked, too.

Quietly I rumbled, “The last day of my life has been wild. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot.”

I was smart enough not to ask her to move here with me. She was a lawyer with a fancy lawyer life in the busiest place on earth. I was just the guy who hauled shit for a living.

No matter how strong the connection was between us, I knew she’d never leave her life for me.

She whispered, “It’s been wild for me, too.”

Wild wasn’t the right word to describe the whirlwind of emotion flying between us. I knew she’d fallen in love with me too.

Could you fall in love with a one-night stand? Evidently. But I don’t recommend it. My heart already ached with loss.

Clearing my throat, I told her, “Maybe I can come visit you in New York City. See your fancy life sometime.”

She snuggled into my arms while her fingers drew circles on my skin.

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

We both knew it was unlikely to happen.

She added, “And we should keep in touch.”

“Absolutely,” I rumbled as I kissed her forehead.

We both knew these were just words. Words, words, words.

The reality was, as soon as she was back in her regular life, I’d slowly fade from her mind. I’d end up being the memory of the wild fuck she’d had with her best friend’s husband’s brother.

Nothing more.

Her fingers wandered south, down my chest, skirting across my abs, tickling them lightly as she found her end goal. When her hand wrapped around my cock, I sucked in a breath.

The feel of her was amazing.

“Elizabeth. I want to make love to you this time. No hard fuck against a dresser. Is that all right?”

She nodded in the dark. I felt the movement since her head was on my chest. Quietly she said, “I’d like that.”

We both knew this would be our consolation prize. Can you imagine finding the woman of your dreams only to lose her again so fast? I’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was like I’d been waiting for her my whole life.

She gripped me tightly, and I exhaled as she began stroking me slowly, up and down, up and down. Her touch felt extraordinary. Like butterfly wings kissing my cock.

I groaned as she started working me faster. “Liz, I don’t want to come like this. I want to come when I’m inside you.”

She shifted in the bed, the blankets rustling as she positioned herself on top of me.

My hands gripped her thick thighs as she slid herself against me, the wetness of her pussy meeting the hardness of my cock.

Then, when I thought I couldn’t handle the wait any longer, Liz lifted herself up, then sunk down on me, taking all of me in. I grunted as she slid in place, enveloping me with her gorgeous, tight pussy.

Then she rode me, slowly at first, as though she were exploring me.

It was bittersweet knowing that this was it.

I let her be in charge, feeling pampered as she worked me. But then I couldn’t handle it anymore. I growled and gripped her hips tightly, slamming myself up into her over and over again while she made cute, squeaking sounds.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I got lost watching them for a while.

She came for me, shattered while I worked her pussy hard. And I loved the out-of-focus, dreamy look that landed on her face as her orgasm rolled through her.

I’d never wanted to connect with a woman as badly as this. Every thrust took me closer, but never close enough. I needed more .

Everything I’d said about a gentle fuck was gone now, and I flipped us over, then shifted her onto her belly.

Her gorgeous ass was on display for me now, and I sank back into her slick wetness, watching her ass jiggle with each thrust I made.

This could get addicting.

Maybe I will move to New York City.

If she’d have me, I might just pack up my whole life for her.

Could you imagine? A mountain man in the city?

“What are you laughing about?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I growled as I looped my arms around hers. “Just imagining what life would be like if I got to do this to you every day.”

She gasped, and I knew she was thinking the same thing as me. The logistics weren’t in our favor.

She quipped back with a light-hearted joke. “I’ll take you back to the city in my luggage and keep you as a house-husband. But you have to promise to perform like this on command. I’d need daily servicing. In exchange, I’d promise to feed and water you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I rumbled as I kicked into overdrive.

After that, she couldn’t talk straight, and I chuckled lightly the second time she came, her cries echoing through the house so loud that Frankie barked once in the other room.

“You’re going to spoil me,” she whispered breathlessly when she could talk again.

But by that point, I couldn’t respond because I was lost in a firestorm of hunger and need. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly as I rode her into oblivion.

At one point I became aware of the animalistic sounds coming out of my own throat, grunty, garbled sounds like a feral bear who’d just found a honey pot.

That’s when I came hard, releasing inside her. My thrusts turned manic, sweat slicking between us despite the chill in the evening air.

My heart trip-hammered in my chest so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack, and I collapsed down on top of her, hugging her curves close.

“You all right?” I managed to gasp out.

She laughed lightly underneath me, her cheek pressed into the pillow. “Yeah, Hudson. Shelby was right. She said the Woods brothers really know how to fuck. No one’s ever managed to make me lose it like you do. I’ve come more times tonight than I have in the last five years.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame. You deserve to come every day. If I were your man, I’d see to it that you did.”

After a few minutes, my arousal stirred again. I gently flipped her over until she was facing me.

Then I made love to her in a way I’d never done with a woman before, exploring every glorious inch of her body. I brought her to exquisite peak after peak while she writhed and moaned underneath me.

A pussy had never felt so good before, so perfect.

By the time we were done, I had the taste of her memorized, and she was begging me to stop, saying she couldn’t handle another round. That it was too exquisite. That I was going to ruin her for any other man ever again.

So I made her come again, her pussy bucking against my mouth as she cried out one more time.

Just one more time. Come for me one more time, Elizabeth.

Our night together was coming to an end, and something wrenched in my heart and snapped. I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her.

She drew me up and kissed me, the taste of her mingling on our lips. Then she guided me inside her again, and we made love one more time.

Afterward, when we both lay there completely spent and breathless, the words slipped out of me. “I think I’m in love with you, even though that makes no sense.”

I heard her crying in the dark then; her tears slipping down my chest. And she whispered back, “I feel the same way, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

After that, we held each other tight for the rest of the night, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her. Eventually, as morning light started to filter into the room, we fell asleep.

We woke up to the sound of her travel alarm going off. Both the dogs and the kitten had migrated back up into the bed with us. And Leona was purring and licking Lizzie’s face. It was like she knew her new momma was leaving now.

Lizzie started crying and sat up, pulling Leona into her arms, holding her tight. “I don’t want to leave her behind.”

My fingers grazed her side as I gently rumbled, “You could take her with you if you wanted. Find a way to make it work?”

We both knew I was talking about more than just the kitten.

“I don’t know how,” she whispered back. “I’m gone more than I’m home. What kind of life would that be for her? She’d be alone for most of her life.”

“Yep. I get it. That would only be half a life. Best to leave her here.”

“Will you find her a good home? Please don’t let her go back to the shelter,” Lizzie begged.

I hadn’t told her I’d already decided to keep the cat. So I said, “Yeah. I’ll make sure she finds the perfect home. I promise you that.”

Elizabeth dried away her tears as the travel alarm started blaring again. She’d hit snooze, but it hadn’t lasted long enough.

“Will you take me to the airport?”

“Of course I will. Let’s get you packed up and on the road, hon.”

I wouldn’t burden her with all my feelings. She knew how I felt. It was evident in the connection between us. A man didn’t make love to a woman like that unless he felt something real for her.

Thirty minutes later, we were on the road. I’d already told her I’d take care of dealing with the broken-down rental car.

She cried the entire way to the airport, and I held her hand as I gripped the steering wheel tight with the other one.

“You’re going to be just fine, Elizabeth. You’re made of grit and steel. And you’ll see Shelby again soon. And when you do, I’ll make sure to find a way for you to see Leona, too.”

“Do you think whoever adopts her would let me visit sometimes?”

“Of course. I’ll make it a requirement.”

I’d do anything for this woman. Even watch her walk away.

It was the right thing to do, even if it was shattering both our hearts.

As we pulled into the airport drop-off zone, she tried to dry her tears. These drop-off spots never gave enough time for a proper goodbye. But I held her as she clung to me.

Fifteen minutes passed, our embrace never wavering, until a security guard came by.

“You’ve got to move along now,” he told us gruffly.

“I know. It’s just hard to let go sometimes,” I rumbled back as I finally released her from my embrace.

Elizabeth Merley had stolen my heart, and now it lay shattered between us. It lay as a thousand shards fallen to the ground.

Would I ever be whole again? It didn’t seem possible.

“Goodbye, sweet love. Go kick New York City’s ass.”

She looked up at me with tear-stained cheeks and told me, “I’ll come visit.”

“Of course you will.”

We both knew those visits would be few and far between, if they happened at all.

Our lives were in different worlds, never destined to connect again.

I stood there and watched her walk away until she turned the corner and out of view. Then I stood there for another five minutes while the security guard bitched at me, and I tried to swallow the lump that had developed in my throat.

Real men don’t cry. So I kept it in even though it felt like I was being ripped into pieces.