Page 6 of Soul of the Mountain (Curves in Hope Mountain #2)

SULLIVAN

I sip my coffee and gaze out the window, watching the first rays of sunlight flood through the mountains and into the valleys below. Unlike yesterday morning, I’m not dreading talking to my unexpected guest. In fact, it’s just the opposite.

Last night, I saw a completely different side of Gabby. I knew there was more to the woman than the cold shoulder she gave everyone, but I had no idea about the depth of her trauma.

Jesus, I rub the heel of my hand over my heart to ease the tightness there.

The thought of my precious girl trapped in a car while her parents died in front of her…

Fuck, it hurts knowing she ever felt that fear.

It hurts even more knowing she’s brought right back to that place every time it storms. No wonder she reacted the way she did the day I pulled her out of her car.

She must have been absolutely terrified.

I lift the coffee mug to my lips and take another drink, letting the warmth ground me in the moment. She’s here now, safe and sound. I plan to keep it that way.

My thoughts turn toward Gabby’s guardians, her great aunt and uncle. Anger courses through my veins, making my heart pound against my ribcage. I clench and unclench my free hand to rid the tension from my muscles.

How could they toss her aside like that? After stealing from her for years? Of course, she has trust issues. It makes sense that she wants to be prepared for anything. Everything bad that could have happened did, and now she wants a life of solitude.

Her words from last night come back to me. People who are too nice always have an agenda. I hope, like my grandpa and grandma, Gabby will be able to trust me more with each conversation. I don’t have much time to convince her to stay with me. She said her car would be done in two days.

Wait. Stay with me? Is that what I want?

As if in answer to my question, Gabby enters the kitchen, wearing that damn robe I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Hell yes, I want this woman to stay with me forever.

We fell asleep on the couch last night. When I woke up a little while ago, I didn’t want to disturb her peaceful sleep. Now, I’m wondering if that was the wrong move. She’s looking at me with doubt in her hazel eyes.

“Morning, beautiful,” I say with a warm smile as I set down my coffee mug.

I’m drawn to her in a way I’ve never experienced with another living soul. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but I can’t imagine not having Gabby in my life.

She bites her bottom lip in a nervous gesture.

I’ve never seen her this… shy before. I keep discovering new layers to her, and I know I’m going to love every single one.

Gabby leans against the wall as I stalk toward her, unable to keep my distance any longer.

Her eyes never leave mine as I press her against the wall.

I take a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me.

The early morning sunlight spills over the left side of her face and down her ample cleavage.

I take in her curves, her creamy skin, the way her chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths.

God, last night I dreamt about Gabby in this robe, and here she is, silently pleading for me to take what we both want.

Cupping the back of her neck, I pull Gabby closer to me, brushing my lips against hers.

Her breath rolls over my skin, the sensation echoing throughout my body and making my cock twitch.

I want to tear that damn robe off and fuck her against this wall.

I want to rip her apart and ruin her for all other men.

I want to make her sob with pleasure and scream my name until her voice gives out.

Instead, I sip at her lips, coaxing her tongue to tangle with mine. Her hands slide up my chest, and she grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. I deepen our kiss, running my hands up her thighs and under the hem of her terrycloth robe.

When I feel her bare ass, I tear my mouth away from hers and growl savagely. Gabby rests her head against the wall and closes her eyes. I dip my head down and kiss her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive spot below her ear.

“I thought I made everything up last night,” she pants. I furrow my brow while Gabby catches her breath. “The kiss,” she clarifies. “I woke up alone and thought…”

“It was real,” I grunt, continuing to explore her soft, sweet body with my hands and mouth. “So fucking real.” I place kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, grasping the material of her robe with my teeth and pulling it aside.

The fabric falls to the side, and I stare in awe at her big, round breast as it’s revealed to me. I have my mouth on her in the next second, sucking on her nipple while sliding a hand between her thighs. I cup her pussy, groaning when I feel her wet heat.

“I need you,” she whimpers. “I need you, Sullivan.”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ll give you everything.”

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the nearest room, thankful there haven’t been any guests the last few days to disturb us.

Laying Gabby down gently, I stare down at my girl, her brown hair fanning out around her face, her robe hanging open, the golden light bathing her body, highlighting her ample curves.

“Gabby…” I whisper, not quite believing she’s actually here, offering herself to me.

She tries to cover herself up, mistaking my awed silence for disapproval.

I remove her hands from her stomach and set them back down at her sides before climbing on top of her, holding myself up on my forearms on either side of her head.

She parts her legs for me, allowing me to settle in between them.

“So beautiful,” I murmur while gliding my lips and nose up her neck. I pause to nip her pulse point, loving the way her body reacts to even the lightest touch.

Unable to hold back any longer, I kiss the breath out of her lungs, only stopping when she pulls away to gasp for air. I kiss and nibble down her neck, between her breasts, lower, lower, lower, leaving kisses over every inch of her body.

By the time I get to her juicy little cunt, Gabby is writhing beneath me, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her fists clenched around the sheets. I pry her legs open, guiding one over my shoulder and then the other.

“Jesus Christ,” I grunt, staring at her dripping pink folds. Her hard little clit is pulsing, begging for attention.

“Sullivan,” she moans, bowing her back off the mattress to get me closer.

God, I can feel the tension vibrate throughout her body. “Gonna take care of this pussy, Gabby. Gonna make you feel so good,” I promise before taking my first taste.

I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to top, slowly, savoring every inch of her. I swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit, then suck it into my mouth. Gabby lets go of the sheets, choosing to claw at my back instead. I fucking love it.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasps before letting out a loud, wanton moan.

I rock my hips against the mattress, needing some sort of relief for myself. Fuck, she’s not the only one who’s aching right now.

I answer her question by thrusting my tongue into her pulsing channel, lapping up her sweet cream straight from the source. She twists beneath me, but I lay my forearm across her hips, pinning her down while I devour her little cunt.

I bring her right to the edge and keep her there. Her muscles draw up tight, her joints lock, and she sucks in a breath of air, her entire body frozen in place.

I scrape my teeth across her clit, and she comes like a fucking goddess on my tongue. Her juices coat my face as I suck, lick, and fucking destroy her pussy. She’s shaking so hard I have to grip her hips to keep her in place. But I don’t stop. Not for a second.

Gabby convulses beneath me as I growl into her cunt, pushing her deeper into her orgasm, making her feel all of it. A strangled cry leaves her lips as she comes again. I cover her mouth, muffling her screams as I drink down her release.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she holds me as she fucks my face. Gabby circles her hips, completely lost in her lust and pleasure. I’m lost in her. Completely consumed by her scent, her taste, her softness, and how she feels in my hands.

I lick her to a final, fierce, and trembling orgasm. She snaps her legs around my head as she reaches her peak, then Gabby goes completely limp, melting into the mattress.

I jump off the bed and whip out my cock, stroking the fucker hard and fast. “Gabby,” I snarl, once again more animal than human.

“Sullivan,” she whimpers, her eyes following the motion of my hand.

I lose my shit when she licks her lips. I grip my angry fucking cock and jerk myself off almost violently. Gabby senses my need and spreads her legs for me, then cups her breasts, pushing them together.

Goddamn, how did I get so lucky?

I let go of every-fucking-thing and come on her tits and pussy. Rope after rope of my sticky release coats her skin, and damn, it has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My body moves on its own, my hands gliding over her heated skin, rubbing my cum into her, marking her like a beast.

Gabby takes a shuddering breath and then grabs my hands, tugging me down on top of her.

I take her lips in a wild, desperate kiss, then break it off to gasp for air.

Rolling over on my back, I take my woman with me, draping her sweaty, cum-covered body over my chest. This is the most content and satisfied I’ve ever been, and I’ve only known Gabby for a few days.

“You okay?” I ask once we’ve both caught our breath.

“So good,” she sighs, snuggling into my side.

We lie there, exposed and vulnerable, yet completely content. My woman gave me a piece of her soul last night when she shared her story. Today, she’s trusted me with her body. I’ll make sure she doesn’t regret either one.

Eventually, we get out of bed and clean up. I’m about to head outside to do some chores around the property when Gabby joins me by the back door.

“Where are you going?” she asks with a sweet but tentative smile. I sense she wants to be near me but doesn’t want to come off as clingy. I don’t mind. If I had things my way, we’d never be apart. But I don’t want to overwhelm her with my possessiveness.

“I’m just going to walk around the property and see if the storm did any damage. I’ll be back soon.”

“If you want help, I could… never mind.” She looks away from me, and I know she’s telling herself mean things in her head.

I don’t know everything about the environment she grew up in, but it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume her guardians did a lot of damage.

My new purpose in life is to build up her confidence.

I’d never have thought the cold, stand-offish woman I met just a few days ago had a confidence problem, but that just goes to show I shouldn’t assume things.

Gabby has more layers to her than I could have imagined, and I know with certainty I’ll always have more to discover.

I hope she can trust me with all of her one day.

I take her hand and pull her into my chest. “I want you next to me as much as possible,” I tell her before kissing her forehead. “I just don’t want to suffocate you.”

The disbelief in her eyes is heartbreaking.

Then something miraculous happens. Gabby smiles at me.

Her warm gaze travels through my skin, right down into the depths of my soul.

I feel like the fucking king of the world.

It’s a small win, but an important one. I hope every conversation we have opens her heart up a little more.

Gabby joins me in the yard, wearing casual clothes today. While I can appreciate her business attire, I think she wears it like armor. Seeing her in leggings and a t-shirt makes me think she’s finally comfortable enough to let down those walls. At least around me.

I give her a brief tour, including the gazebo out back that’s nestled right next to the stream cutting through the south side of my property.

Her fingers trail over the vines growing up one side of the gazebo as she inspects it, and my lip twitches up in a grin.

Who would have thought I’d be giving a real estate agent from Top Spot a tour of my property voluntarily?

We haven’t talked about her job or the town at all during her stay with me. Whatever is happening between us is too important to get caught up in the details, but the little voice in the back of my head reminds me we still need to have a discussion.

Not yet. I just want to enjoy this, I reason with myself.

Gabby looks at me over her shoulder, her greenish-brown eyes locking onto mine. A slight blush spreads across her cheeks, making her look soft and sweet and so fucking mine , it hurts.

By the time we’re nearing the toolshed on the east side, clouds have blocked out the sun. I look up and furrow my brow as the first few drops of rain hit my face.

Two seconds later, the skies open up and soak both Gabby and me. I’m ready to scoop her up in my arms like I did last night, but she doesn’t look afraid. No… she looks… turned on?

“Are you okay?” I ask through the pouring rain. Fuck me, her wet shirt clings to her full, round breasts, and the only thought in my mind is stripping it from her and licking every drop of rain from her smooth and supple skin.

She nods and takes a few steps toward me until we’re only a few inches apart. “I might have to rethink my stance on storms if it means I get to see you in a soaking wet shirt,” she hums.

I bite back a groan when she glides her hands up my torso. “Fuck, princess,” I grit out. “You like what you see?”

She nods enthusiastically as her eyes roam up and down my body.

I do the same, my gaze catching on her hard nipples poking through her shirt.

I have her up in my arms the next second, our lips fusing while I carry her inside.

Once I have her in every way possible, I don’t think I’ll be able to let her go.