Page 13 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men (Mountain Men Why Choose #3)

O nce she registers the slightest bit of distance between us, her hand curls into a fist in my shirt, and a sound of protest emits from deep in her throat.

I pause with her face right in front of mine. Her head rests in the crook of my elbow, her eyes closed while her brows twitch.

When I try to move away from her again, after I’m sure that she has gone back to sleep, the same thing happens. This time, she looks closer to waking up, so I let it be. Throwing caution to the wind, I cradle her closer to me, placing her head on my chest as I sneak in beside her.

Somehow, I manage to pull up the comforter over us, and I wrap my arm around her tiny waist, holding her possessively. Her breathing is deep, her face completely at peace as her mouth curls up into a pout.

Turning off her bedside lamp, I let the darkness take me as it shrouds the night’s events.

When I wake up, daylight is streaming in through the window. Her curtains are sheer, allowing in more light than I would like. Out of us three brothers, I am the one who likes being up early the least. I’ve had enough early mornings in the military to last me a lifetime.

Lena is still asleep, her mouth open as she drools on my shirt. The sight is more endearing than I would like to admit.

The weight of her body is welcome, the shadows her lashes cast on her cheeks more interesting than anything I’ve seen in weeks. The wound on her forehead looks less swollen than it did last night.

She moves her leg, so she can throw her knee carelessly over my lap. It’s only then that I realize the fucking conundrum I’m in.

I have a fucking boner while the most attractive woman I have seen in years sleeps on top of me.

Shit is bound to happen.

My jaw clenches as she moves around again, rubbing her foot against my calf like a cat. The motion puts put pressure on my dick, and I close my eyes, wondering what the fuck I should do. Her curvaceous body is of no fucking help since it’s pinning me in place as I get harder.

“Lena,” I grunt when she twitches again. I’ve had enough torture for the moment. It’s as uncomfortable as sleeping in the elements during forced marches.

Her eyes flutter open softly, like the batting of butterfly wings. It takes a moment for her to realize where she is and what position we’re in. Her green eyes reflect the light coming in from her window, making them look like gems. Her lips part further, her nose twitching ever so slightly.

Who the fuck looks this gorgeous when they’ve just woken up? It has to be some kind of sorcery or something.

“Brody,” she croaks, and surprise is clear in her tone.

“Lena,” I rumble, my chest vibrating with the sound.

She moves her head off my chest, her knee rubbing against my groin with each movement she makes.

“Lena,” I say, this time the words sounding like more of a warning growl than anything else. Her eyes go wide when she realizes what it is that’s poking against her leg. She freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Her throat bobs up and down as she swallows hard.

“Brody,” she mutters my name. Pink rises in her cheeks as her breathing begins picking up pace.

Any questions I have about her wound fly out of the window when her blush intensifies completely, her eyes darkening ever so slightly.

The soft weight of her body snaps any control I had left as my hand traces over her spine to the back of her skull. I pull back her face slightly as she gasps, arching into my touch.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I murmur dangerously, watching as she scrambles for an answer, her chest brushing against mine with every breath,

“I…” she tries meekly, biting her lip as she presses her hips against the side of my leg experimentally.

God, this vixen .

“A woman as gorgeous as you should come with a warning,” I mutter against her throat as I pull her closer, relaxing my grip on her hair. As my lips brush her skin, she shudders, an aborted gasp leaving her mouth.

Her leg rubbing against my morning wood, this time slowly but with intention, tells me all I need to know.

Growling, I bite into her neck, and she cries out, the sound soft and sweet. I could get addicted to that noise. Soothing the bite with my tongue, I nibble on her neck a bit more, enjoying how she writhes over me.

“Brody,” she calls out, the sound more exhale than anything.

“Lena,” I whisper as I bring our lips together, crushing her against me.

She blooms like a flower in my grasp, her legs falling on either side of my waist as I move her on top of me.

Wrapping her soft, blonde hair into my grip and making a tight fist around it, I trace bites down her sternum, pulling down her flimsy nightgown as I go.

She breathes out harshly and whimpers when I take each nipple into my mouth to nibble on it softly. Her tits are perfect.

“Brody, please, I’m so wet,” she complains, moving her hips in circles on top of me. I can feel her furnace-like warmth as she rubs against me like a cat in heat.

In a quick maneuver, I move on top of her, pushing up her nightgown to see the sight of her soaked panties.

Making quick work to get rid of them, I rub my fingers against her in circles, making her cry out as she digs her nails into my forearm. Her breath catches in her throat as her back arches, feeling me insert two fingers into her wetness.

“Brody!” she moans, lost in pleasure.

Nearly seeing red because of my own desire, I unbutton my jeans with one hand, pushing them down, along with my boxers, to free my cock.

The head is bulging, extremely sensitive, and I hiss as I rub it against her.

She groans as I finally push myself into her, her body locking up at the size of the intrusion.

“Breathe, baby,” I tell her roughly while thumbing her exposed nipples.

She whines again, her beautiful eyes blinking at me needily. I lean over her to give her a kiss, licking into her mouth with fervor. She’s tight as shit, nearly making me lose my sanity as I rut deeper.

“You’re so deep,” she whispers into my mouth, her nails digging into my nape as she holds on for dear life.

“Fuck, that’s right.” I grunt, burying myself to the root inside of her. She digs her heels into my ass, telling me to go faster.

That’s all the permission I need, because without any preamble, I start roughly hammering into her.

She’s trying to be quiet so as not to wake up her child, but her sounds are still like a song I want to hear on repeat forever. Her back curves as I go in deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Brody,” is all she is able to say, until she’s resorted to making only sounds of pleasure. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her mouth is parted as she pants with pleasure.

She looks like the embodiment of sin.

I ravish her to my heart’s content, my thumbs digging into her thighs as I pound her into the bed, my gut tightening with each stroke. She takes it so well, so wet and hot around me.

“I’m—fuck!” is all she’s able to manage before a cry rips out of her throat, her eyes rolling back. Her body twitches once before it locks up, her warmth pulsing around me.

A few thrusts later, I follow behind her, grunting as I spill inside her.

Her legs stay locked around me, even when I’ve parted from her. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my nape, her breathing harsh as she comes down.

I let myself relax in her embrace as I soothe her, petting every surface of her soft, milky skin.

I’m here, you’re safe, is what I try to convey through these touches. I’ve never been good with my words, but I hope I can show her with my touch that I will always protect her.