Page 15 of Restored by the Mountain Man (Eden Ridge: Hunter Brothers #3)

“Come for me, baby. I need it,” I growl, lying on her back and flexing my ass cheeks, pushing in as deep as I can go.

“Ezra,” she moans, spreading her legs wider and chanting, yes.

I bite her shoulder, feeling my cum rushing from my balls.

Fuck, I’m not ready for this to end.

I pull out, both of us shouting in denial. I flip her again onto her back. Her hair and eyes are equally wild. I rush to untie her wrists.

My lips at hers as I untie, I tell her, “You’re such a good girl.” She licks my mouth. “You want my come, baby?”

“Yes,” she pants. The second her hands are free, they’re all over me.

“I want to feel your body tighten around me as I fill you up.” I kiss her before pulling back and lining myself up.

Her long legs wrap high around my waist. My dick shines with our combined wetness. Whimpering, Zoe’s hand shoots down and starts rubbing her clit frantically.

I take her hand, laying it over her, and hold it above her head. Her fingers intertwine with mine. Her other hand runs through my hair. The shiver causes electric jolts to my cock.

I take her thigh in the other hand and lift it high before I thrust back in. Hard. She barks out a cry, her body wrapping me in a vice. Both our grips are being led by this madness of need. I unleash, letting my hips drive deep, over, and over, and over.

“I need you to come for me again, Sweet Cheeks. I want you flooding my cock as I come so deep, this pussy is claimed as mine,” I growl into her mouth.

Our tongues messily wrestle, our breaths gasping and panting. Her body locks up, trembling before she screams my name.

Finally .

I chase my own release.

“I’m gonna come, baby.” My hips lose rhythm, the tightening along my spine before heat shoots through my lower body has my thrusts wildly chasing the promised high. “I’m fucking coming, baby.”

“Fill me, fill me, fill me,” she chants, lost in her pleasure.

I arch into her body, shouting her name as my body explodes. Overwhelming pleasure flares in every direction of my body, my come jerking in streams inside her sweetest heaven.

“Fuck, Zoe,” I grunt into her neck as my balls keep twitching, my dick swelling and relieving.

I feel like I’m dying. I feel alive.

Zoe wraps me in her arms and legs, both of us still feeling the end of our orgasms. Her pants ring out in husky, broken whimpers. I sound like a bull, catching its breath. I take her body fully into my arms, turning us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling over me. I’m still half-hard inside her.

“Holy Euphoria, Batman,” she heaves into my shoulder.

It’s the last thing I ever expected to come out of her mouth in this moment. And I bust out laughing.

Laughter, pure and unhindered, leaves my body for the first time in…I can’t even remember. Smiling, she lifts her head and watches. Not waiting for it to die off, Zoe leans down and peppers kisses all over my face, giggling.

Holy shit. My chest hurts. This feels too damn good.

I turn us to our sides as the laughter calms and run my fingers lightly over her face. Her fingertips trace shapes on my bare back.

“You’re fucking magnificent,” I whisper.

Her head tilts, softly smiling. “My mountain man talks very dirty. But the tie?” she says, grinning. “So doesn’t surprise me.”

“Oh, really?” I smile.

“You totally like control in the bedroom. Sometimes.” Her brow arches and spells pure trouble. “Don’t think I’m too sex drunk after you fucked me stupid. You said I get my turn next.”

I reach down and cup her entrance that leaks our combined release. “As long as I get to mark this pussy with more of my cum in the end, you can foreplay however you want.” I squeeze her, then slick my two middle fingers up between her lips until I find her sensitive clit and softly play with it.

She gasps, leaning her hips into my touch. “I want you,” she whispers. “All night.”

I roll us over, her on her back, me over her. “It’s a good thing I keep in shape, then.”

Her wish is my command. We start the delicious exploration that leads to many more rounds than just two.

Three am and we’re in my kitchen, laughing like two teenagers. After too many rounds and her indeed getting her turn before I ended up bending her over my dresser, we took a shower together where she had me in her mouth. Again.

When her stomach grumbles, I button her into one of my flannels that meet her mid-thigh, falling off one shoulder, and loosely pull on pajama pants myself. She sits on the counter, teasing me as I make us cookie dough from scratch.

She pops another semi-sweet chocolate chunk into her mouth, smiling at my glare. She’s stolen so many, we won’t have enough for the dough.

“Favorite,” she says, thinking. “Oh! Favorite country artist.” At my deadpan, she laughs. “What? Don’t all you small-town mountain men listen to country?”

Abandoning the dough, I settle between her smooth thighs, grabbing her naked hips under my shirt and pulling her into my body. My cock’s hard from watching her lick her fingers for the past twenty minutes.

Gasping, she arches into my body, combing her fingers into my hair. Groaning, I tilt my head back, my dick pulses against her bare core through my bottoms. Her lips are at my throat before she licks me.

She pulls away as I straighten, opening my eyes. “No, we’re not all a stereotype,” I answer, pulling my shirt further off her shoulder, exposing her left breast. I bend and take the whole thing into my mouth before I suck and lick around her erect nipple.

“Oh, my God, Ezra,” she moans. “I’m going to come on your counter.”

Biting around her nipple, I ask, “You want to come now or after I eat cookie dough off your body.” I suck her nipple deeper. “Then eat your pussy, watching you eat my cookie dough? And only if you eat it all will I let you come.”

Her eyes dilate, her nose flares. I release her glorious breast, tipped with dark brown nipples that taste better than any chocolate chip.

“Sweet Cheeks likes option two, I see,” I grin, stepping away to finish the cookie dough.

“You kinky fucker. Just you wait,” she laughs, panting. “You haven’t seen everything I can do with my mouth yet.”

Growling deep in my throat, I pin her with my stare, holding back this primal need only she brings out of me. Leaning on her hands, she lifts her body and plants a hard kiss on my lips.

“Okay, fine. What’s your favorite genre of music?” she asks her next question, watching how I cream the butter and sugar and sift the dry ingredients. We’ve been playing this game for the last hour.

“Dad always listened to classic seventies rock. Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Queen, Aerosmith. Loved it growing up. Still do,” I answer. The sting of remembering my father, not as deep tonight.

“Oh, my God. Those are great music choices.” She pops another chocolate in. “I approve.”

“Woman,” I playfully reprimand. She sticks her tongue out, taunting me with the melting chocolate.

I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, pull her head forward, and kiss her. My tongue instantly wraps around hers, stealing the remainder of the chocolate.

“Mmm,” she moans. “Tastes so much better from your mouth.”

“Baby. At this rate, we’ll never get you fed,” I rasp against her lips, feeling my dick harden. “You need your energy.”

“My mountain man’s already fed me cheese and salami cubes, hummus and crackers while we whipped up a first batch of cookies.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me back between her legs. “I think I need to swallow something else,” she whispers.

“Trouble,” I grunt, picking her up. Her legs tighten around my waist, causing my flannel on her body to ride up. I slap her ass, and she squeals. “You want to swallow my cum, beautiful?” I ask at her mouth. Her head enthusiastically nods.

I march us upstairs again. “Fine. But while you’re at that end, I’m having your pussy on the other end for dessert.”

Still half asleep, we wake from a nap. All night, we had each other, in so many ways. In between, we rested, recovered, and talked. We asked more questions, spoke about our dreams growing up, travel hopes, and shared stories from our childhood.

How is it I’ve only known this woman for such a short time?

The dawn approaches. The hazy pinks and soft purples paint the sky outside my bedroom window. We’re facing each other, naked in bed, each caressing the other’s body.

“I love to dance,” she laughs. “Laurel and I used to go clubbing all the time.”

She sees my face pinch in anger, thinking of all the men trying to dance with her. Zoe laughs, her morning voice raspy. Mostly from all the times she screamed in pleasure. She takes the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss.

She nibbles my bottom lip. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I ask.

”I may love to have fun, but I’m a very faithful partner once I commit. That doesn’t mean I can’t be a wing woman for my girl. Just know I’ll always be coming home to you.”

I smile, “Is that so?”

She nods. “Mm-hmm. You’re lying next to a legend. I’m good at a lot of things.”

“I’m well aware, Sweet Cheeks,” I say, grabbing her ass, pulling her body closer to press my lips to her forehead.

She hums in satisfaction before pulling back abruptly. “Oh my God! I’m should tell you this before Laurel uses it as blackmail one day. Okay, so I don’t have the best reputation with bosses.”

I raise my brow, wondering where this is going.

“Choose your words carefully. I am your boss, you know?”

Zoe gasps. “Oh my God. I’m sleeping with my boss. I full on forgot.” She pulls out of my arms. “Now that I think about it. This is not going to work. All my bosses always turn out to be assholes.”

Glaring, I wait, wondering if she’s being serious until she cracks. Zoe falls against me laughing.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” I growl, bending over her, biting her neck.

Zoe squeals, fighting against my hold. “I know I am. But seriously, my first job after college, my boss at the time was such a dick.”

“Want me to kick his ass?” I ask, half-joking.

“Yes,” she laughs. “I need past Ezra to drive his happy, firm ass over to Portland and put the fear of God in him. You wouldn’t even have to do anything. He’d probably piss himself just from you walking into the room.”

I chuckle. “Okay.”

“So, little Mr. Tiny Dick,” she continues.

“How do you know he had a tiny dick?” I ask.

“Let me educate you. Women know when men have big dick energy. This motherfucker did not. He was a total misogynist. I loved mixing up his lunch order all the time,” she smirked.

“At his anniversary party for the company, I knew I was quitting. Laurel and I were setting up another job for me. So, I made sure to leave with a bang.”

“Uh oh,” I shake my head, pulling her body over mine. Her legs straddle my hips. We both moan, feeling the other fit perfectly in place. “What did you do, Sweet Cheeks?” I massage her ass with my hand.

Her hips grind on my hardened shaft. Gasping, she continues, pretending not to be distracted. “I sent a ridiculous decorated cake to the party and had the bakery write on it, ‘I Lack BDE’ . I told him the bakery fucked up. No way would I have done such a thing.”

“BDE?”

“Keep up, Handsome. Big. Dick. Energy.” She laughs.

“You were smiling the whole time, weren’t you?” I ask, grinning.

“Hell yeah,” she smiles, leaning down and taking my mouth.

Instantly, I take over, grabbing her hair at the back of her head and tilting it so I can deepen the kiss. Reaching down, Zoe takes me in hand and lines me up. We’re both so wet that sliding in is as easy as breathing.

Fuck, it feels like home.

I lose myself lazily in her body before the sun’s fully crested the mountains. Zoe rises, sliding her hands over my chest, arching her back as she rides me.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I grip her ass, guiding her over my cock.

Her nails dig into my stomach. “Ezra,” she whimpers. “You’re all I want.” Her hips grind down each time I bring my pelvis flush to her. “This,” she pants. “Can we live in this moment?” she whispers, so lost in us, I’m not sure she understands what she said.

“I’m yours, Zoe Diaz.” I give her honesty, sitting up with her, running my hands up her warm, bare back.

Her eyes finally focus on me. She realizes now. I don’t let her overthink it. I kiss her, lifting her body and thrusting my hardness deep into that tight, wet, heat I’ve marked now more times than I can count.

“Are you my good girl, baby?” I speak into our kiss.

“Only yours,” she whispers, taking my face in her hands and kissing me. That kiss promises her declaration.

I tip us forward, her back to the bottom of the bed, and take her harder. Our cries echo in this cabin, stamping this new reality that I know I won’t be able to let go of once we leave this place.

And I have no damn clue what that means. My body, hell, my heart, is ready to say, fuck what anyone else thinks. My head, though, I feel it trying to interfere. But I keep pushing it away, letting the endorphins of this stitch back all the raw, open wounds I’ve lived with for far too long.

It’s time to join the living again.