Page 35 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

Mitch

M uch later, as the sun creeps higher into the sky, I finally sigh and unlock the knot from my shoulders.

It still doesn't completely eliminate my tension.

For the past few hours, all I could think about was the story Wes told me, about how one of those bastards attacked Patty.

Hit her. I kept seeing her fall to the ground, her face twisted in pain and each time the loop replayed, a murderous rage would surge and I would feel like hitting something.

Even after the doctor confirmed that Patty was fine, and merely needed painkillers, the rage wouldn't leave me. And once Patty fell asleep, after being given some Ibuprofen that the doctor left us with, I stayed by her side, unable to make myself leave.

I have to make sure she's okay.

It wasn't a rational thought. She wasn't in any danger anymore according to the doctor. But I still couldn't make myself leave, somehow feeling like I did, then her eyes may remain shut forever .

So I paced and paced, and once I was done with that, I pulled a chair by the bed and simply watched her.

Now, I smooth the strands of hair back from her forehead, noting that she still doesn't have a temperature and doesn't wince when I touch the small knot on her head either.

I finally allow relief to slowly leak, pushing back the anxiety.

Seeing Patty like that destabilized me in ways I wasn't prepared for. I’m still furious, and a beast is riding me to go and find whoever did this to her and make them pay.

But an even bigger part of me doesn't want to leave her, not even for a second.

The possessive beast in my mind that has kept me in this room tells me that no one else can care for her as I can, and I shouldn't even let them try.

Letting other people take charge of her well-being was what led to this mess.

Trying to avoid her, trying to pretend I wasn't a part of whatever relationship she'd started with my brothers.

I thought that would somehow protect me from feeling something for her. But all it's led to is her being hurt.

It’s your fault for not paying attention. It’s your fault for not seeing this coming, for denying your feelings for her. It's your fault she's hurt.

Again, I understand deep down that my thoughts are not rational.

But at this moment, they feel like the truest thing in the world.

I wonder, if I’d admitted how I truly felt about her, admitted that it terrified me to think of her hurt, would she have gone on a bike ride with Wes?

No, because I would have outright forbidden it.

I would have a claim over her, and she would be mine to protect.

"If anything, had happened to you Patty, I don't know..."

It was a good thing I didn't finish that sentence. I wasn't in the right mind state to stay here with her .

I should get back to work. I’m not doing anything for her by remaining here. But I can’t get my feet to leave her side.

She releases a light groan and I immediately lean over her, watching carefully. She shivers a little and I wonder if she's cold. I already have a blanket sitting over her. Does she need another one ? I don’t want to leave her to go and get one.

Another thought occurs to me, one that I don't have the strength to fight. Before I can even try I rise and get into bed with her.

I snuggle her close and pull her over my body, feeling her shiver again. And then her expression tenses and she mutters something.

She’s not cold. She's having a nightmare. I know all about those, but for some reason, the fact that Patty is having one too, is unbearable to me. I want to reach into her mind and exorcise all her demons even if it means that I have to take them on myself.

"What’s making you sad?" I muse aloud as I reach down and caress her cheek.

Suddenly her eyes flutter open and I’m snagged in their depths. There’s a second where they’re wide with fear and then they clear and she whispers, "Mitch?"

"It's me, baby. " The endearment comes out naturally, and can’t be held back anymore. Neither can the storm that’s raging inside me. "No one else."

I slowly lean down and kiss her.

I savor her quiet sigh, her ascent, and her submission as she gives herself to me.

Her body loses all resistance and surprise, melting into mine.

I wrap my hand around her scalp gently and explore her mouth, her taste bursting, overtaking my senses, sweeping through me and leaving nothing behind, not my sense of self, not my pride nothing.

The only thing I can think of right now is devouring her and being with her .

As I drink from her lips, her hand lifts, brushing against my scalp. She opens up for me even more. I groan as I take her invitation, delving in deep and rolling over until I'm braced on top of her, our bodies finally flush against each other.

God, she feels so soft underneath me, her body pliant with the perfect amount of give. Her thighs part allowing me to rest in between them and I can’t help moving just a little to nudge my cock against her heat.

She gasps when I do, the sound filled with such desire that it immediately inflames me.

And then as the kiss grows more desperate, more intense, she moans into my mouth again. I wrap my hand around her neck wanting to control her movement. She halts.

I pull back instantly, staring into her hazy gaze.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She nods enthusiastically which tells me that her headache is gone.

"Anything hurt?" I inquire.

"Just my pussy," she whispers, and hearing such filth from her inflames me beyond belief. I meld our lips together again, letting my hands trail down her side to cup her breast. Then once I cover her, my fingers find her nipple, rolling them, needing them on my tongue.

She shivers and moans into my mouth and my cock jerks.

"I fucking want you so much." I tear my lips away from hers and whisper it against her neck. "For weeks, I’ve been dying for you. I want you more than I want to breathe."

"Mitch." I love hearing my name in that tone especially when it’s accompanied by her soft hand trailing over her scalp. Instantly, I recall her hand in Charlie's hair as he eats her out on the kitchen table.

That memory has haunted me for weeks now. I can’t forget the image of her riding his face wantonly no matter how much I try.

But I also recall how she'd completely softened and moved for Wes the second he wrapped his hand around her neck.

She liked just a little bit of threat and violence, some dominance. I wonder how far that submissive streak stretches.

I straighten and wrap my hand around her throat again as I use my knees to roughly kick her legs open even wider.

"Stay," I order. She swallows and nods. Her eyes are dusky, desperate as I pop her jeans open, sliding my hands slowly into her panties almost teasing her with my pace. She bites her lips, desire flush on her face. It makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things to her.

I uncover her clit through her folds, slowly strumming it as she tries her best not to cry out, biting her lips even harder.

"Don't bite yourself, darling," I order. "Bite me instead."

I lean down and capture her lips in mine, forcing her legs to stay still by pressing my weight on them as I slide my hands over her slit again and again.

Her thighs start to tremble, her wetness making a mess of her.

And yet I don’t stop. I continue to tease her, rubbing her nub in a circular motion that makes her eyes roll back and her thighs quake.

The whole time I watch her expression and I can't help from grinding into her, a drop of precum escaping.

Shit. I wanted to tease her into mindless lust, but it doesn't look like I'm going to make it that far. It's been too long for me. I can't hold back.

"Please," she finally begs. "Please let me come."

"You come when I say so." I bend her head to the side, raking my teeth down the line of her neck and savoring her desperate cries as tries to move underneath me. I spank her right above her pussy and she gasps, arching.

"Oh my God," she says, her eyes wide open.

"Don't you dare come before I say so," I groan and wait for her nod.

And then I go back to rubbing her clit, staring into her eyes as she slowly loses her mind. I push a finger into her, pull it out, and do it again. Her eyes squeeze shut, her body draws tighter.

"She likes it when you do that rougher."

We both turn in unison to find Charlie staring at us from an open doorway. I have no clue how long he’s been here but his face doesn’t seem angry or even jealous at finding us like this. He doesn't even look smug.

He simply looks hungry as he walks forward. When he gets close, he traces his finger up her abdomen to her nipple.

"If you bite her here, just a little, she’ll cream like you won’t believe."

Patty gasps as he leans over and nips her nipple. And then I take her other nipple between my teeth, watching her as I bite down slightly.

Her body arches sharply, her jaw clenched, her body stiff, but she manages to keep from coming.

"Good girl," I snarl and then I decide to reward her and myself for our restraint. With one finger still fucking inside her, I tear off my jeans, shoving them down only to my knees desperate to feel her around me.

And then I slide into her welcoming heat, all the blood rushes to my cock with a warning tingle at my spine.

"Oh, fuuuuck ."

I'm not going to last long.

I rock into her trying to go slow, but the combination of her wetness, her wanting sounds and her arms desperately scoring my back have me going faster and faster. Reality fades quick. I forget everything that's not her and her pleasure.

Our pleasure.

At some point, I think I hear Charlie sucking her nipple even harder and the sounds of her screaming intensify.

Jesus. It’s so good. I’ve never had someone so tight and wet, stealing my whole sanity through my cock. She's a siren, and has completely bewitched me. I need her. I want her and nothing can stop me from having her.

I feel her clenching around me, shivering, desperate.

"Please," she cries.

"Come for me," I gasp and as she shouts her release, I follow with a louder bellow.

And then after she comes down from her high in a shuddering wave, I hold her.

Only to be interrupted by Wes' indignant voice. "Really? Without me? Again?"