Page 10 of Rugged Mountain Man (Men of Ravencliff Mountain #1)
Cole
A Few Months Later
The cabin smells like woodsmoke and wildflowers, and somewhere in the background, the faint sound of wind chimes drifts in from the porch. But all I can focus on is her. Sadie. My wife. My pregnant, glowing, perfect wife.
She’s standing at the kitchen counter, barefoot and beautiful, slicing strawberries for something. But I don’t care about the strawberries. I care about her. The way her soft hair falls over her shoulder. The curve of her belly beneath my T-shirt. The gold band on her finger that matches mine.
It was just a mere two weeks after she decided to stay and never go back to the city that I made her my wife. We didn’t want anything big. And just had a small ceremony with a few friends and family. Sadie did make a sale after all, when she sold her apartment in the city.
Sadie is the heartbeat of this outfitter’s camp now. Watching her lead pack trips, guiding clients through the wild trails, fills me with pride every time. She’s got this way of making people fall in love with the mountains the same way I fell in love with her—completely, and without looking back.
And then there’s how she’s taken charge of the business.
She handles all the ads, the bookings, the sales—things I never had the patience or knack for.
She’s put this camp on the map, and because of her, we’re booked months in advance.
Her drive, her creativity, her passion—it’s transformed everything.
She’s not just thriving here in the mountains—she’s building something, with me. And right now, I’m extending our cabin, making it bigger. Because we want it filled with kids.
I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with a grin. She notices me and narrows her eyes. “What?” she asks, that sassy edge in her voice that drives me crazy.
“You,” I say, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward her. “You’re my everything.”
She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush.
She still hasn’t figured out how to hide how much she loves it when I tell her things like that.
I come up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, my hands spreading over her belly.
She leans into me, soft and warm, and I press my lips to the curve of her neck.
“Cole,” she whispers, her voice shaky as I kiss my way up to her ear.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my hands sliding lower, tracing the curve of her hips.
“I’m trying to cook.”
“I don’t care. I’m hungry for you only. My dick has been aching for you, all day.”
She laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. I spin her around and lift her onto the counter, strawberries forgotten. She squeals, swatting at my chest, but I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles.
“You’re glowing,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. “You look like everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, and I kiss her, slow and deep. She melts into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. The kiss turns heated, and when I slide my hands under her shirt—my shirt—she lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.
“God, Sadie,” I growl against her lips. “I need you.”
She laughs breathlessly. “You always need me.”
“Damn right I do.” I tug her shirt off, and she’s bare beneath it, her full breasts heavy and perfect, her belly rounding out in a way that drives me wild. She’s growing my child, our child, and the thought of it makes me dizzy with want.
She reaches for my belt, her fingers working fast, and I let her pull it loose before I grab her hands and pin them above her head. Her eyes go wide, her lips parting as I grind against her. “You’re not in charge here, sweetheart,” I rasp.
“Prove it,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes.
I lift her off the counter and carry her to the bedroom, her soft body pressed against mine. She’s laughing, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, and by the time I lay her on the bed, we’re both breathless.
I strip off my clothes in record time, my cock hard and throbbing, dripping as I take her in. She’s sprawled on the bed, her legs slightly parted, her eyes dark with need.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say, my voice rough as I kneel between her legs. My hands slide up her thighs, spreading her open, and her breath catches when I press a kiss to her swollen clit.
“Cole,” she moans, her hands fisting the sheets as I taste her. She’s so wet, so ready, and the way she arches into me drives me wild. I could spend hours here, making her come again and again, but tonight, I need to be inside her.
I kiss my way up her body, stopping to worship her breasts, her belly, every inch of her that’s mine. When I finally slide into her, she gasps, her back arching as her body adjusts to me. She’s tighter, warmer, wetter than ever, and the way she clenches around me makes me lose my mind.
We move together, slow at first, her body meeting mine with every thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I kiss her again, drinking in every moan, every gasp, every whispered "I love you."
When her body tightens around me, I can’t hold back. I thrust deep, spilling into her with a growl. She cries out, clinging to me as she comes, her body shaking with the force of it.
Afterward, I hold her close, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns over my skin. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of the wind outside.
“You’re trapped with me now,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and content.
I grin, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Damn right I am. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”