Page 8 of Her Mountain Man Protector (Crave County: Mountain Men Love Curves #7)

HOLDEN

I carry Mila to my room, holding her naked body against me.

She’s so soft and curvy, so damn perfect, and my cock throbs with need as I set her down on the bed.

I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue.

I’m hungry for more—hell, I could eat her pussy all day—but first, I need to be inside her.

My self-control has shattered. I can’t hold back anymore.

I need Mila.

It’s a raw, physical ache that pulses through my body as I ease myself on top of her, positioning myself between her open legs.

My cock pokes against her core, a shudder running through me as I feel her heat, her wetness.

Her big green eyes blink up at me as I grip my length and line it up with her tight hole.

“Ready for me, sugar?” I ask.

She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and I feel a pang in my chest as I look at her. She’s so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe she’s really here, lying on my bed, her legs parted for me.

“I’m ready,” she says quietly. “Just a little nervous.”

I lean down and press a kiss on her plump lips, my heart thumping. “No need to be nervous. I’ll take care of you, sugar. I promise.”

Mila smiles at me. “I know you will.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, her heels resting against my lower back as I inch inside her, groaning as her wet heat engulfs my cock. She’s so damn tight, her walls squeezing around me as I bottom out with a sharp inhale.

“Fuck, Mila, you feel so good.”

She whimpers as I draw back, thrusting forward in a gentle rhythm. I keep my eyes on her, watching for any sign of pain as I move faster.

“How does it feel, sugar?”

“Amazing…” She sucks in a breath as I push deep inside her. “Oh God, it’s so big.”

Her grip on me tightens, and I reach down to cup her plump tits, brushing her nipples as I fuck her sweet pussy.

Our bodies smack together, the bedsprings creaking in time with our movements.

Mila’s eyes are fixed on mine. She mewls with pleasure, trembling beneath me as I drive into her.

I can feel her getting wetter, her sticky arousal coating my length, covering it in her cream.

“Good girl,” I grit out. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock inside you.”

She really does. Her eyes twinkle like emeralds, those pretty chestnut locks fanning out like a halo beneath her head. She’s an angel—and she’s all mine.

“Mine.” The word falls from my lips automatically. “You’re mine, Mila. Nobody else can have you. Never.”

Something feral stirs in my chest, and instinctively, I slam my hips harder, taking her brutally, relentlessly.

My girl.

Mine.

She’s panting beneath me, each thrust drawing a sob from her lips. Her nails dig into my back, drawing me closer, begging for more.

“Say it, Mila. Tell me you’re mine.”

She sobs out a few words I can’t make out, her back arching off the mattress, hips bucking wildly as she desperately meets my thrusts. I can feel her walls tightening, quivering around me as I slide every inch of my cock in and out of her tight hole.

“I’m yours…” she gasps. “Oh, Holden!”

“Good girl. Take it, sugar.”

I grab her jaw and lean in to kiss her hard.

It’s sloppy and passionate, teeth grazing, tongues sliding together.

Her pebbled nipples brush against my chest as I move on top of her, and as she moans against my lips, I know she’s close.

I can feel it. Her tight hole grips me like a vise, turning everything blurry around the edges.

“You’re gonna come for me,” I growl, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “Come on my cock, Mila. Show me you’re mine.”

I force her to look at me, keeping my grip on her jaw. I want to watch her come undone and know it’s because of me. Nothing else matters. Only Mila.

My Mila.

I feel her body tense, like a spring pulled taut. Then she shatters, convulsing with my name on her lips.

“Holden!”

Her toes curl against my back, her slick core pulsing around me until I see stars. My rhythm turns jerky, and I let out a deep groan. “Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna come.” Pleasure floods my body, my cock exploding in a hot rush of cum that fills Mila’s pussy. “Fuck yes…”

With a shudder, I collapse on top of her, resting my sweaty forehead against hers.

We stay like that for a while, breathing hard, our bodies slack and sated.

The smell of sex lingers in the air, the sheets tangled beneath us.

I don’t want to move. I want to savor this moment forever.

But eventually, Mila stirs, and I roll off her until I’m on my back at her side.

I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her against me, her head resting on my chest.

“You okay, beautiful?” I ask her, running a hand through her soft hair.

She sighs contentedly against me. “Yes. That was perfect.”

“Sure was. You’re fucking amazing, Mila.”

She lifts her head to smile at me. “So are you, Holden.”

I squeeze her tight, happiness buzzing through my veins as she leans in to kiss me.

Her lips are silky smooth, and as her mouth opens against mine, I feel like I’m in heaven.

I’ve never wanted anything for myself before.

My whole life has been dedicated to raising my daughter, giving her a bright future.

I never gave much thought to my own wants—but Mila has changed that.

What I feel for her goes deeper than just want.

I need her. Fuck, now that I know she exists, I don’t know how I ever lived without her.

“We should probably get up,” she says as we pull apart, stretching out her limbs like a cat.

“You’re not going anywhere, sugar.”

Mila grins, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Instead of answering, I slide back on top of her soft curves, pressing feathery kisses up her neck until she’s shivering. My hand drifts down her body, over the softness of her belly and toward the swollen bud of her clit. But before I reach it, an unwelcome sound pierces the quiet.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone is at the front door. I grunt in annoyance, ignoring the noise, but Mila stiffens against me. Her eyes are wide as she whispers, “Are you expecting someone?”

I shake my head, and her gaze turns anxious. She must be worried that her parents have found her somehow—here to drag her back to her groom.

Over my dead body.

“You should answer it,” Mila says, her voice barely audible. “Just in case…”

I’m reluctant to leave her, but I grunt my assent. “Stay here, okay? Don’t make a sound.”

She nods, paling as the knock sounds once more.

“I won’t let anybody hurt you, sugar,” I tell her firmly. “You don’t need to be scared anymore. If it’s somebody looking for you, I’ll get rid of them.”

With a weak smile, she thanks me, and I grab her hand, kissing her palm before forcing myself out of bed. In the living room, I pull on my clothes, smoothing my expression into something neutral.

No, I haven’t seen a woman in a wedding dress.

Never heard of anybody called Mila.

I’m not much of a liar, but I’ll say whatever I need to keep Mila safe.

But dammit, I hope it’s not her parents at the door.

If it’s them, I don’t trust myself to keep a hold of my temper.

After everything she’s told me about their controlling behavior, my instinct will be to sock her dad in the face until I see blood.

Keep your cool, I tell myself. Whoever it is, just get them away.

At the last second, it occurs to me to grab Mila’s clothes and throw them into the bedroom, out of sight. Then, I reach for the front door and open it.