Page 6 of Jealous Mountain Man (Seduction Summit Trails #5)

ENZO

I couldn’t do this in the water. Not standing up. And the bank didn’t seem appealing at all. So once I’d given Larsen her first orgasm, I led her up the stone steps to the top of the bluff that overlooked Lumberjack Cove.

“This is a little scary,” she said.

“Only if you stand close to the ledge.”

That was exactly what she was doing. She was on a rock that was perched precariously close to the edge. It made me want to wrap my arms around her and keep her safe.

Okay, I wanted to wrap my arms around her pretty much all the time. And not just to keep her safe.

“We can do it right here,” she said.

“That would be a little dangerous.”

My eyebrows rose. My girl liked living on the edge—literally. I wasn’t one to shy away from a little adventure myself, but I would not put her in danger. No way, no how.

“Come here,” I said.

She turned and found me sitting on a rock. The view was perfect from here. We could easily see the water, and our lives wouldn’t be in danger. Not that we’d be spending much time appreciating the view. Not that view, anyway.

“Come there?” she asked, her gaze lowering to my midsection.

She was checking out my bulge. I’d pulled up my underwear while I was leading her out of the water, so she still hadn’t seen what I was packing beneath my tighty-whities.

“Yup.”

I added a nod to that, like I didn’t want to waste energy speaking. Maybe I didn’t. I had to save it for what was about to happen.

As she started toward me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I could clearly remember the feel of those large breasts in my hands. And if I lived to be a hundred, I’d never forget the sound of her gasps and sighs as I coaxed her to climax.

But I wouldn’t have to remember it. I was going to keep this woman in my life. Permanently.

That thought was eye-opening. Before I could make this permanent, I had to deal with the issue that had landed me in Seduction Summit in the first place. I had to make sure I was safe—if only for this beautiful woman.

She knelt, pushing my legs apart with her hands as she did so. I wasn’t sure what she was planning until she reached up and began tugging on the waistband of my underwear, just as she’d done in the water only minutes ago. That ended the mystery of what was beneath my tighty-whities.

The devilish smile she gave me as she wrapped her hand around my cock was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Normally, I’d close my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this.

For someone who was new to this, she was doing an amazing job.

Too amazing, actually. I hated to stop her.

But the last thing I wanted to do was come this way.

“Babe, you’re going to have to stop that,” I finally managed to choke out.

Her expression only grew more devilish. And then I realized what she had planned. She parted her lips and wrapped her mouth around me. A groan escaped my throat.

Fuck, that felt good. How was I supposed to stop her?

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Stand up.”

I wasn’t sure she would. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.

She paused a long moment, then pulled back, releasing me without a word. Pushing herself to her feet, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone.

I really didn’t give a damn if we weren’t alone. If someone didn’t want to be around a couple making love on a rock, they should go somewhere else. We were here first.

I thought about ordering her to take off her panties, but I’d already been bossy enough. Instead, I reached for the waistband and jerked them downward.

Larsen smiled. She liked the forcefulness. Using her legs and feet, she scooted them off. And then she was fully naked in front of me, that beautiful pussy ready for my cock.

I nudged her legs apart and kept my eyes on her, sliding a finger inside. She was so wet. So tight. So hot. Slipping inside her would be heaven on earth.

Without taking my eyes off her, I leaned forward. Could I do this? Would the angle work?

I didn’t think it would at first, but as I touched my tongue to her sweet clit, I decided all the neck strain in the world was worth it. Especially when she gasped and shifted until one foot was up on the rock.

Oh, yeah. That angle was much better.

I kept my finger inside her as I ran my tongue over her clit. Back and forth, adjusting my movements in response to the sounds she made. This time, she kept her voice down, and I knew it wasn’t easy. She was obviously conscious that someone else could be nearby.

That was fine. She’d cry out next time—and there would definitely be a next time.

When both hands gripped my shoulders, I knew she was coming. I hadn’t even realized her hands were on me until then.

Finally, her grip loosened and her eyes opened. Orgasm number two, complete.

“I have protection,” I said, glancing over at the pile of clothes we’d left at the top of the steps. “I keep it in my wallet just in case. I’ll go get it.”

I pushed myself to my feet and walked over to my jeans to get the condom. My legs were actually shaking, and nothing had even happened yet. Not for me, anyway.

When I turned and started back toward her, I saw she was seated on the rock, palms flattened behind her, legs bent. They were tightly locked together, but I’d take care of that.

I ripped open the packet with my teeth and withdrew the latex circle, sliding it onto my erection as I walked.

I couldn’t help but notice her eyes were fixed on my cock as I approached.

Was she wondering if my size would bother her?

It was sure to hurt, but that would be the case no matter how big or small I was.

It took some adjusting, but after a couple of awkward minutes, we got into a position that worked for both of us. The rock surface was hardly comfortable beneath my knees, but any pain I might’ve felt vanished the second my tip came in contact with her wet, slick entrance.

I stayed right there, watching her carefully for signs of pain. Impatience was a better description of what I saw on her face.

“Fuck me,” she said.

I bit back a growl at that command. Nothing in my life had ever been sexier than this woman saying those words to me.

Larsen wrapped her legs around me and nudged me deeper, wincing as the pain finally hit her. Damn, she felt good. I had to shift my mind to something else if I wanted to last any decent amount of time.

When she shoved me a little deeper, her cry of pain nearly gutted me. If her legs hadn’t been around me, I would’ve pulled out. Anything to keep from hurting this woman. How was it possible I already cared about her this much? I’d just met her.

Her eyes stayed closed, and I worried that was her attempt to battle through the pain. Maybe she was thinking happy thoughts, going to her safe place just to get through it. That bothered me more than anything. I didn’t want her to have to suffer, even for a second.

But then she moved her right hand to the area where our bodies joined, sliding it over her stomach first. That left her balancing herself only with her left hand.

I had to close my eyes as her finger reached her clit. I couldn’t watch. It was just too damn hot. For the next few minutes, I focused on not going too deep, which was an effort in itself. Every cell of my being wanted to plunge into her.

I was so caught up in restraining my inner urges that at first I didn’t realize she was breathing heavily. She was actually starting to enjoy this.

It started with a gasp, then a sigh. A whimper even escaped as she touched herself. Her lips parted, her head tilted back slightly. Oh God, she was giving herself pleasure. I kept my eyes tightly closed to avoid that image toppling me over the edge.

Just a little longer. I wanted to see if she’d come again.

Just when I started to think there was no way I’d make it, she let out a series of gasps, then a whispered, “Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”

I dared to open my eyes. She was clearly in the throes of her third orgasm. That was enough for me.

I let myself feel. Let all my senses kick in—taking in the sound of her heavy, rapid breaths and those beautiful tits as she sat with her spread legs surrounding me.

My plan had been to come quietly, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a roar. As I pumped the last of my seed into the condom inside her, I finally went silent. Only then did I realize just how much noise I’d made.

I sure as hell hoped nobody was nearby. But if they were, and they knew it was me, I’d just shrug it off. No one would blame me for bedding the beautiful niece of my buddy. No one but him, actually, and he was dating someone Larsen’s age himself.

No, I had a bigger problem than that.

As I pulled out and looked down at the woman I was already starting to love, fear washed over me. I would die if anything happened to her, especially if it was because she was involved with me.

I had to keep her safe, whatever it took. It was a vow I made to myself. I had to do everything in my power to protect her. And if that meant not being with her, I’d do it.

But first, I’d try everything I could to fix my issues so we could be together.