Page 12 of Her Mountain Boss (Honey Ridge #3)

Seven

Ford

It’s dark, and I can’t find Sophia anywhere. She’s not in the main lodge, she’s not in her cabin, she’s not in the hot tub. And I’m sure she’s fine. I’m not worried, exactly. But I haven’t seen her in over twenty-four hours, and I think I’m about to lose my mind.

It’s crazy that a week ago, I didn’t know her at all, and now I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s the sweetest, prettiest curveball that I never saw coming, but I’m not mad about it. Not even a little.

I decide to head back to my cabin when I hear faint strains of music on the night air, and I realize that I haven’t checked the event barn yet. Maybe Sophia’s in there, helping to set up for tomorrow’s wedding.

Now, I’m not ashamed to say that although I’m a fifty-year-old man, the thought of the word wedding has butterflies doing loops in my stomach.

And that’s when it hits me. I don’t just want Sophia.

I don’t just care about her. I’ve been falling in love with her from the moment I first set eyes on her.

I want to marry her. I want to put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly.

Holy hell. These aren’t things I thought I wanted, but with Sophia, I do.

I head towards the event barn, drawn by the music.

The night air is cool, verging on cold, and I shove my hands into my jean pockets as I walk.

One of the massive sliding doors is halfway open, and I lean against the frame, peering inside.

The lighting is dim, lanterns from the beautifully decorated tables flickering against the worn wood of the barn walls.

My heart kicks against my ribs when I see her.

Her back is to me, and she’s swaying her hips in time to the music as she sets out tea light holders on a large table.

She’s wearing another pair of leggings, an oversized sweatshirt that’s falling down to expose her shoulder, her curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

She turns up the music slightly and starts singing along, hips shaking.

Her voice is sweet and clear, and I love that she hasn’t seen me yet.

That I get to just watch my girl being herself for a minute.

There’s still so much I don’t know about her, but that doesn’t make me feel panicked. Only excited at everything I get to discover over the coming weeks, months.

Years.

So I watch, not moving, not making a sound, as she dances and sings while she works, carefully arranging the glass tea light holders on the table in neat rows. Her skin looks like it’s glowing in the lantern light, like she’s gilded.

And she’s mine. My sweet little kitten.

My mind flashes back to the other day, when I made her come on the hood of my truck.

She’d been so eager, so sweet and responsive, so hot and wet and fucking tight on my fingers that I’d nearly lost it.

The way she’d screamed for me when she came, the way she’d clamped down on my fingers.

The way she’d shamelessly let me play with her little pink pussy out in the open…

I don’t know how I ever thought I was going to be able to stay away from her.

God, the way she’d tasted on my fingers after I’d had them inside her. The sweetest honey. Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my goddamn life. My mouth waters at the memory, and as I watch her round hips swaying, I can’t stop thinking about getting my mouth on her.

She bends over to pick up something off the floor, presenting me with a glorious view of her peachy ass.

I want to fill my palms with her. I want to spank her and shove my tongue in her cute little ass hole.

Fucking hell, the things I want to do to her.

The list is filthy and infinite. And she’s such a perfect, sweet little kitten that I know she’ll let me.

That she’ll like every second of it just as much as I do.

I palm my hard cock through my jeans and a soft grunt escapes me. She doesn’t hear me over the music, and I rub myself again.

Enough watching. I need a taste.

I cross the barn to her, my boots scuffing against the worn wood floor.

She doesn’t hear me approach, too lost in her own world.

I bend low, my mouth close to her ear. She smells so fucking good, like cinnamon and vanilla and something that’s just uniquely her.

I want to bury my face in her neck, in her hair, in her pussy. I want to consume her.

“You’re working late tonight,” I say, and she startles and whirls around, her hazel eyes wide behind her cute glasses.

“Ford!” She presses a hand to her chest. “You startled me.” Her cheeks flush pink as she looks up at me. God, she’s delicious.

I let out a low chuckle. “Didn’t mean to. I was just enjoying the show.”

“How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough for this to happen,” I say, taking her hand and guiding it to my cock. She bites her lip and whimpers as she strokes me somewhat clumsily through my jeans. But that clumsiness turns me on even more, because it’s proof of her innocence. Proof that she’ll only ever belong to me.

“What were you thinking about while you were watching?” she asks, still stroking. I have to focus on not fucking into her hand.

“How much I enjoyed making you come yesterday morning. How sweet you tasted on my fingers. How much I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”

Sophia’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she looks up at me.

Her breath hitches, and I can see the pulse fluttering at the base of her neck.

I take a step closer, crowding her against the table.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I can see the outline of her hard nipples through her sweatshirt, and I want to suck on them until she screams.

I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers. “Ford,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the music. I can hear the need in her voice, the desire. It matches my own, and any restraint I’d had goes out the window.

I capture her mouth with mine, my hands cupping her face. She melts into me, her body pressing against mine. I groan into her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. Fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck other parts of her.

I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged pants.

“You’re so young, Sophia,” I whisper, my voice rough.

“So sweet. So innocent. I’m fucked up for how much I love that.

” I kiss her again, harder this time. “I’m going to ruin you, kitten.

Corrupt you. I’m going to make you crave all the filthy, depraved things I do to you.

I’m going to make you desperate for me—for my hands, my mouth, my cock. ”

“I already am,” she sighs, writhing against me as she clutches at my shirt.

I trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Your pretty little pussy is all I can think about,” I say. “How wet it gets for me. How it clenches around my fingers. I can’t wait to taste it. To fuck it. To make you come all over my cock.”

She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. I can see the effect my words are having on her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in short pants. I can fucking smell how turned on she is, and it’s driving me wild.

“You liked it when I played with your pussy, didn’t you?” I whisper, my hand sliding down her body to cup her between her legs. She nods, her hips bucking into my touch. “Such a pretty pink pussy for Daddy to play with. So wet and hot, so goddamn needy.”

I kiss her again, slow and deep. I can feel her heart racing, her body trembling. I know she’s close to the edge, and I want to push her over. I want to make her come, right here, right now.

But I also want to savour her. To take my time with her. To make this last.

So I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged pants. I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for the willpower to not take her cherry right here where anyone could walk in. “I want to do so many dirty things to you, Sophia,” I whisper.

“Like what? Tell me. I want to know. Please, tell me.”

Perfect little kitten that she is, she leans back slightly on the table and spreads her legs wider. I can feel the heat of her through her leggings, and I rub her, slow and firm. She gasps, her hips jerking against my hand. I lean in, my mouth against her ear.

“I want to teach you how to suck my cock, Sophia. I want to feel your pretty lips wrapped around me, your tongue licking every inch. I want to teach you how to swallow my cum like a good girl.”

She moans, her hips moving in time with my hand. I can feel her getting wetter, her leggings damp under my fingers. “I want to tie you up, kitten. Spread you out on my bed, naked and helpless. And then I’ll make you come, over and over again, until you’re begging me to stop.”

I slide my other hand up, under her sweatshirt, and cup her breast. I groan when I discover that she isn’t wearing a bra.

Her nipple is hard, and I roll it between my fingers, pinching slightly.

She gasps, her back arching. “I want to slide a plug in your tight little ass, Sophia. Stretch you out, get you ready for my cock. And while you’re plugged, I’ll lick your little pussy until you come with your ass full. ”

I slip my hand inside her leggings, beneath her panties.

She’s soaking wet, her pussy hot and swollen.

I groan, sliding my fingers up and down her slippery slit.

“I want to use all of your toys on you, Sophia. I want to fill you up, fuck you with them. I want to edge you, make you beg and plead. I want to make you cry because you need to come so badly.” My balls are throbbing angrily, my cock pressing hard against my zipper.

I’m dripping into my boxers, and I know I’m walking on the knife edge of control right now.