Page 6 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men (Mountain Men Why Choose #3)

“ A iden, could you check the shower in my bathroom? It hasn’t been spraying water correctly—it just drips,” Lena asks me as she brings her load of laundry to the kitchen.

Lena has grown comfortable around me. More often than not, I’m at her cabin, fixing things that need to be repaired. It’s an old and slightly neglected cabin, so there are always issues popping up that I need to take a look at.

Lena being here is a welcome bonus. Hell, who am I kidding, it’s more than a bonus. The repairs have become an excuse just to see her. Helping her out makes me feel useful and needed like never before.

Shit, I might just like her needing me a tad too much for it to not be selfish.

She starts separating the whites and the colored clothing, and I tell her, “All right, let me get my stuff.”

The trouble with the shower isn’t a severe problem; the showerhead just needs to be screwed on more tightly. I finish with that and end back up in the kitchen, watching her cook.

“What’cha cooking?” I ask her, leaning on my elbows as I press them on the dining table.

“This new ramen recipe I saw. It looked so delicious and doesn’t need many ingredients. The soup has to be healthy for Sophie, though.”

“Is there going to be enough food for all of us?” Tanner and Brody took Sophie out to have fun in the snow, but they should be back in a half hour or so.

“I think so,” Lena says to me with a little nod, though her voice sounds distracted.

I think about how much things have changed between all of us.

She was scared to even talk to us when she first met us.

Now, she lets her child go play with my brothers so that she isn’t in the way while I’m fixing the broken stuff at her cabin.

It feels good to be part of their daily routine, natural, like we’ve always been a team.

I listen to Lena listing the ingredients of the soup, endeared by how enthusiastic she is about the meal. It’s the simplest recipe ever from what it sounds like, but her excitement is contagious, and I find myself grinning along with her.

“So, apparently the noodles are supposed to boil for ten minutes.”

“Uh, I’m no expert at noodles, so I might be wrong, but isn’t that overcooking them?” I comment, rubbing the tip of my pointer finger against my chin.

“That’s what the recipe says,” she defends and reads the notes she has written down.

“All right, boss, whatever you say goes.” I smirk.

She sniffs haughtily and says, “That’s right, Aiden.”

As she absentmindedly stirs the pot, her eyes reading the sticky notes in her hand, I observe her silently. Her hips move in a silent rhythm, the curve of her ass visible in the loose-fitting pants she has on.

“So, the broth was actually supposed to cook for ten minutes, not the— ouch !” She yelps, dropping the ladle noisily into the pot.

I’m immediately at her side as she holds her palm loosely, breathing through her teeth.

“What happened?”

“Burned my hand,” she explains, and I grab her wrist firmly. She tries to free it, but I don’t let her. Once she relaxes a bit, I check the burn around her thumb and the seared skin of her palm, which are both completely red.

“This is gonna blister,” I murmur and lead her toward the sink. I put her hand under cool water, then I whip out an ice pack and hold it against the burn. I reach over and turn off the stove, so that the remaining soup won’t boil over.

“Come, sit,” I instruct her.

“No, Aiden, it’s not that big of a burn. I’ve had worse,” she says without budging.

“I’ll handle the rest, Lena. You need to ice your hand properly in case blisters start forming.”

“Aiden, I’m fine, I swear,” she insists, pulling her injured hand away from the ice pack I’m holding for her.

“I won’t ask you again, Lena,” I nearly growl. This stubborn woman. She never knows when to stop fighting.

“Aiden! Listen to me,” she protests while trying to snatch her hand back, her eyes wide and persistent.

“No! You listen to me. You put this ice pack on the burn, and sit down . I’ll deal with the rest.”

My grip tightens on her wrist subconsciously, drawing her closer without even thinking twice about it.

“Aiden, I swear,” she protests firmly, her hand tightening on my wrist that grips her hand.

“You swear on what ? Why don’t you ever listen?”

“It’s not that big of a deal! Why are you overreacting?”

“It’s not overreacting, Lena! I care about you! You just fucking burned your hand, and you wanna ask me why I’m overreacting?”

My admission makes her freeze for a moment. Those green eyes of hers stare up at me guilelessly, her petal-like mouth parted open in surprise. My gaze drops to her lips, and I’m unable to look anywhere else.

“Aiden…” she breathes, her voice equivalent to a siren’s call as she looks up at me. There’s this electric current between us, charged to its full potential. I can feel it as it races up my spine, sharp and quick.

“I don’t want you to be hurt, Lena,” I admit softly. My other hand traces her skin from her elbow, up her bicep, to her jaw. I feel possessed by this urgent need to touch her, to let her know the effect she has on me.

She maintains eye contact, those glittering doe-like green orbs looking deep into my soul, asking me to give in and fall into them.

And fall into them, I do.

Before I know it, the distance between us has closed, and our lips are but a breath away. The scent of jasmine floods my senses from being this close to her, driving me beyond the point of sanity.

I need to have her.

I press my lips to hers, eradicating that tiny bit of distance between us.

The thin string of control I had left snaps, and my fingers tangle in her long, silky hair, angling her head back so I can lick into her mouth.

Her lips are as soft as they look, plump and pliant beneath mine.

Her tongue, hesitant but voracious, caresses my lower lip as she tries to deepen the kiss.

That is the only sign I need before I press her against the counter, my tongue deep in her mouth. A sound of pleasure leaves her throat as she digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer to her than I’ve ever been.

Her body presses against mine, each soft and supple curve against the hard planes of my body. As my tongue caresses hers, she moans again, her other hand scratching the back of my neck.

My mouth traces kisses down her neck, and she moans in my ear, her voice more breath than anything.

“Oh, Aiden, I…”

“Shush, let me make you feel good,” I murmur against the base of her throat. Her spine curves, so her body is pressed even more fully against mine.

I push her neckline away, sucking bites on her skin as she mewls. I lift her onto the counter, and her legs spread open against me. Her pulsing heat presses against me, and I lose all sense.

Dropping to my knees, I press my lips against her waist, pulling down her pants with the utmost care.

She gasps, her knuckles going white against the counter as her back curves.

I suck kisses on her inner thighs, and when she tries closing them, I hold them apart, my thumbs digging into her milky-white skin.

“Let me have you,” I growl roughly, nosing against her pubic bone.

Her body trembles as she pants, her nails digging into my scalp.

I use my fingers to part her warmth, finding it wet and pulsing as it calls out to me.

The first kiss against the apex of her thighs has her nearly screaming, one of her hands pressing against her mouth as she shakes.

She tastes tangy, and I can’t get enough of her. My tongue digs into her folds, having my fill of her as she moans high in her throat, her entire body trembling as she tries to withstand the assault.

“Please, please, Aiden,” she whispers, “I’m going to—”

I groan against her heated core, doubling the vigor of my tongue. Her body locks up, tightly strung like a bow as I slurp at her, flattening my tongue against her clit.

Then, like a rubber band snapping, her hips twitch in my hold, her body jerking with aborted shocks as she keens.

“That’s it,” I mumble against her, licking my lips and tasting her wetness. “There you go.”

She lays back on the counter, her arm thrown over her eyes as she heaves.

I only separate from her a bit, and that’s when she snaps into action, pushing me back hard enough to make me stumble. She slides down from the counter to her knees. Looking up at me, she presses her hands against my bulge, making my hips kick on their own accord.

The realization of just how hard I’ve been hits me, and I groan, feeling my knees nearly give out.

She yanks down my jeans, reaches into my briefs, and pulls out my hard member. Her eyes widen comically for a moment, her mouth parting in surprise.

“Oh, you’re big,” she whispers to herself, and my dick pulses in her grip.

She presses a soft kiss against the head, teasing me. I groan before tangling my fingers in her hair as I guide her into taking me properly, feeling the warmth of her mouth.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, tight and warm, like the best suction in the world. Her eyes tear a bit as I press against the back of her throat, but she takes it obediently. I move her head along a rough pace. Her eyes never leave mine.

Feeling my control snap, my hips start thrusting, and before I know it, I’m standing on the precipice, panting.

“Lena, I’m gonna come,” I warn her tightly, my knuckles flexing in her hair. She moans, and the vibration does it for me. I hold her head in place, groaning as she suckles and sucks down every last drop.