Page 105 of Rocky Mountain Devil

Rafe slid into her. Inch by inch, his cock thick and hot, with his body rising over hers. She was filled to the brim, covered by him, and she should have been one small gasp away from being overwhelmed.

Instead she found herself grounded. Anchored. He kissed the back of her neck so sweetly tears threatened to gather.

Until he whispered lovingly— “You good, my Darlin’ Lambchop?”

Laurel lost it, laughing out loud. “Way to break a moment.”

“Were we having a moment?” He kissed her, then hummed softly. “I’m planning on having several moments. Ifsomeonecould concentrate.”

“How am I supposed to concentrate with you calling me stupid pet names? Oh,yes—do that again,” she begged.

He’d slipped out, angling higher as he stroked in. Teasing her, and priming her pleasure higher with each motion.

“Boo-bear? Pum-kin? Hotdamnthis feels good.”

“So good,” Laurel agreed, fists clenching the quilt as she rocked back to meet his every drive.

“Does Cutie-Pie like my cock?” He snorted at the same time she did. “Nope, even I can’t say that one with a straight face.”

“Coleman?” Laurel muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” she ordered.

His grip on her hips tightened. His answer didn’t come with words, it came with actions. Long hard drives, slow teasing stokes. Every time she was on the verge of coming he’d shake it up until she was making so much noise her throat was going to be sore the next day.

Rafe was over her, riding her hard when she broke, and a second later he joined her, hips tight to her ass as he wrapped himself around her and pressed her to the mattress. Heavy, but perfect.

Their breathing was fast and hard, and her entire body tingled. Rafe was kissing the back of her neck, stroking his fingers down her arms as if he couldn’t get enough of touching her.

Her face was sore from smiling so much.

This was where her joy was—with him. They were laughter, and they were light, and they were…

More.

Together they added up to so much more, and she was beginning to think that something might equal forever.

Chapter Twenty-Two

January came and went. Laurel found herself staring at the bulletin board in front of her without really seeing it.

On a scale of one to ten, she’d grade the time she got to spend with Rafe as a solid nine. Every day she looked forward to going to her job, and her friendship with Nicole was amazing.

Church, on the other hand…

After Jeff had started holding weekly meetings with the worship team, she’d asked to be taken off the music schedule. Bumping into him that often just brought up painful memories—and it was past time to move on.

Actually quitting the church was more difficult than she’d imagined, even if it would have meant not seeing Jeff’s face on a weekly basis.

Why was she doing this? Why was she being so wishy-washy about church? They were well into a brand-new year, and still she hadn’t found the solution to her dilemma.

Sticking to hernoand not teaching for her sister was the most Laurel could do. Helping put up a few decorations had seemed like a safe alternative to keeping the peace, but being back at the church midweek, stapling snowflakes around the edges of the board for her sister seemed to trigger all the things Laurel hadn’t wanted to think about too hard.

A few doors down voices were raised in song. Words of praise from a group of seniors who met every Wednesday night to pray for Rocky Mountain House and everyone who lived there.

Why was she there?