Page 8 of Soul of the Mountain (Curves in Hope Mountain #2)

SULLIVAN

I wake up to the most beautiful woman in the world rolling over and taking all the blankets with her. She sighs and wiggles a bit until she’s stretched out diagonally on the bed. I have to chuckle at that. My girl is a bed hog. And a blanket hog. And still not much of a morning person.

She mutters something under her breath, then hunkers down into her blanket cocoon. I roll over and pull the little bundle of Gabby closer to me, digging through the blankets to find her lovely face.

I peel back the bedsheet and reveal a pouty, adorable Gabby, complete with pursed lips and a furrowed brow. I lean in and kiss the tip of her tiny nose, smiling when she scrunches it up and slowly blinks her eyes.

“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers.

“Mphgrughlm,” she mumbles, burying her face into the blankets once more.

I roll Gabby onto her back and hover over her before slowly unwrapping my perfect morning gift. I know exactly how I want to wake up my grumpy girl. She’s naked and half asleep and too damn tempting to resist.

I kiss her neck, her collarbone, one nipple, and then the other, before trailing my lips down her torso. Nuzzling into her pussy, I breathe in deep, loving the sugary-sweet smell of her arousal. I smooth my hands up and down her thighs before prying them apart and settling between them.

Gabby’s eyes are still closed, but her hips wiggle a bit and a blush spreads from her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her perfect tits. She’s wet and needy and ready for the best wake-up call of her life.

I spread her pussy lips apart with my thumbs and growl at the sight of her swollen pink folds. My girl may be half asleep, but this pretty little cunt is begging for attention. I blow warm air over her sensitive skin and nearly come when her tight little hole pulses, releasing a drop of her cream.

That’s my breaking point.

I lap up her sweetness, dragging my tongue through her slit and circling her throbbing bundle of nerves. Gabby tenses and bows her back off the mattress, moaning loudly. I look up from between her legs and lock eyes with her, smirking at her shocked expression.

Then my mouth is back on her pussy, sucking her greedily. I start slow and gentle, quick flicks of my tongue that leave her whimpering and writhing. Then I up my tempo, becoming more aggressive, lapping at her from bottom to top and sucking her clit into my mouth.

I work her harder and harder, sending her higher and higher, letting her pleasure build until it’s almost unbearable.

She twists and bucks her hips, but I press her back down onto the bed, steadying her while I get my fill.

I shake my head back and forth, eating her ripe little pussy like I’m addicted to her juices. I am. I so fucking am.

“Sullivan! Ohmygod, it’s… I’m…”

I growl and scrape my teeth against her clit, throwing her right over the edge. My girl falls into her orgasm, fucking drowning in it as she gasps and claws at the mattress. Gabby pours her release into my eager mouth, and I drink it all down.

She fists my hair, forcing me to meet her gaze.

“More,” she gasps, spreading her legs wider and searing me with her need.

I crawl up her body, licking and nipping at her soft flesh along the way. Gabby wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down, sealing her lips over mine. I know she tastes her orgasm on my tongue, and fuck, my dirty girl moans at her own flavor.

She wraps her legs around my back, urging me to fill her. I drag my aching cock through her folds, coating myself in her juices and rubbing my hardness against her clit.

“Please, please, please…” she whines, wiggling underneath me to position me at her entrance. I push the tip inside of her, groaning when her pussy tries to suck me in deeper.

“Is this what my greedy girl needs?” I rasp, pulling back and barely entering her again.

“Yes!” she exclaims in frustration, digging her heels into my ass and trying to pull me closer to her.

In one swift move, I flip us over so Gabby is straddling me. She gasps and braces herself on my chest while I hold her hips to keep her steady.

“Then take it, princess. Take what you need.”

Her eyes flash with heat, but then she nibbles on her bottom lip nervously. “Show me?” she whispers.

I tip my head back and groan. Her innocence is fucking intoxicating. I see the lust in her gaze, as well as the need to please and obey me. Goddamn, I’ll never get enough of her.

Gripping her hips, I lift her and hover her over my weeping cock. “There’s no wrong way to do this,” I grit out, barely hanging on. “Take it easy, beautiful,” I tell her, pulling her down until I barely breach her dripping entrance.

Gabby curls her fingers into my chest, her nails biting into my skin and making me groan. Fuck, she’s going to make me lose control. I loosen my hold on her, wanting her to take over and show me how much she wants this.

My dirty girl drops down on me, taking my huge fucking cock inside of her all at once.

“Shit!” I growl, closing my eyes and flexing my hips as her cunt squeezes me like a vice. “I said take it easy.”

“I don’t want to take it easy,” she moans, lifting herself on her knees and then bouncing on my cock over and over. “I want to come.”

Her tits sway in front of me, begging for my attention. I pinch her nipples, making her hips stutter as she cries out and throws her head back. Her dark, silky hair tickles my thighs, tearing a snarl from the depths of my being.

Gabby rolls her hips and grinds her cunt down on me, whimpering every time her clit rubs against the base of my shaft.

I slide my hands down her sides, then take her hips in a punishing hold.

I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, and she does the same, clawing at my chest while I hold her still and fuck up into her tight little pussy.

“Yes, God, yes,” she says, gasping for air.

She moves her hands from my chest to either side of my head, giving my mouth access to her juicy tits. I suck on one, then the other, swirling my tongue around her nipple and biting down lightly, pulling it through my teeth.

Gabby bows her back, shoving my dick deeper inside of her and offering more of herself to me. I greedily nibble her sensitive skin while moving my hands from her hips to her ass, cupping her cheeks and grinding her against me until she trembles and screams out her orgasm.

I flip her onto her back and pin her arms above her head while I fuck her into the mattress, snapping my hips and pounding her pretty little pussy as she continues to come around my cock.

“So fucking good,” I growl into the side of her neck, biting her there then kissing away the sting.

“S-so… g-good,” she stutters out before slamming her eyes shut and bucking her hips, meeting me savage thrust for savage thrust.

I grunt like an animal each time I hit the end of her, unable to stop. Gabby tilts her head up and pulls my bottom lip through her teeth, lighting a fire deep in my core. I’m already tearing her barely broken-in pussy apart, but that one little move makes me lose my goddamn mind.

I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her as furiously as I’m fucking her. Gabby’s thighs tremble, and her fingers curl into my hand that’s holding both of hers above her head. She stretches out, tensing every muscle, squeezing me so damn tight as I pound into her once, twice, three times…

And then she shatters, her climax breaking her apart into a million pieces.

I swallow down her cries and hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her orgasm ripple around my cock right before I join her in complete ecstasy. My cum shoots out of me in forceful, almost painful bursts, but I keep fucking her, drawing out our pleasure as long as possible.

Finally, I collapse, completely spent and gulping down air into my burning lungs. I roll over, dragging a sweaty, limp Gabby across my chest. She curls into my side and kisses my shoulder before resting her head there.

I cup the back of her neck and massage her gently, relaxing as she melts into my embrace. “God, that was incredible,” I breathe out. Gabby nods against my shoulder, her hair tickling my skin and making me smile.

In the back of my head, I’m aware that I only have one, maybe two more days with Gabby.

I’ll make her an amazing dinner tonight, and then tomorrow…

her car might be ready. How can I possibly ask her to give up her life in Denver?

Could I ever see myself leaving Hope Mountain?

Is this connection just temporary? Are we too different to have a future together?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Gabby asks.

“Nothing,” I’m quick to answer.

“Did I do something, or…?”

“No, not at all. You’re perfect,” I assure her.

“I don’t know about that,” she replies, though the blush spreading across her rounded cheeks lets me know she likes my compliments. I’m sure she hasn’t had a lot of them in her life, and I want to make up for it starting now.

“I do. You’re strong and brave as hell. You’ve been through an immense tragedy followed by a betrayal that infuriates me every time I think about it.

Despite all that, you forged a successful career, and in the last few days, you’ve opened yourself up to me.

I’ll always cherish the trust you’ve put in me. I need you to know that.”

I stroke my thumb across her jaw and over her lips, tracing the delicate lines and memorizing each one. Gabby kisses the tip of my finger in a sweet, almost shy gesture. It’s so unlike the woman I pulled out of that car a few days ago.

“Don’t you want to be with someone who can cut down trees and repair stuff around the inn? You know, someone useful?”

Her tone is playful and teasing, but I hear the insecurity laced between each word.

I brush a few strands of silky dark hair behind her ear and press a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want to use you, Gabby,” I whisper. “I’m not like your great aunt and uncle. I want you for who you are, not what you can offer.”

“You want me?” It’s barely a whisper, but I hear it louder than church bells on a Sunday morning. I’m fucking all of this up.

“Yes,” I tell her sternly. “I thought it was obvious after last night and this morning, but let me be clear.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see her raw, fragile heart shining through. She wants to surrender to me. I feel it. But she’s holding back.

“Gabby, I–”

We’re interrupted by the phone at the front desk ringing. I look at the clock on my bedside table, surprised to see it’s nearly ten in the morning. I give Gabby an apologetic look and hop out of bed before grabbing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Willow Tree Inn,” I answer the phone on the fourth ring.

“Hey, it’s Cutter,” my friend says. “Sorry to call you at the inn, but your phone must be dead or something.”

“Huh, yeah, I guess I haven’t charged it since the storm took the power out.”

“Here, too. It was a brutal storm. Are you and Gabby okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply with a weird strain to my voice that I know Cutter heard.

“Oh? It’s like that, is it?”

“Uh, I’m not… it’s not… we’re not…”

“Sure, that’s how it always starts,” he says knowingly. I don’t bother protesting. “Listen, do you mind if Sadie and I stop by in a bit? She’s anxious to see Gabby.”

“Of course. You don’t need my permission. She’s a guest here at the inn.” Even as I say the words, I know they’re a lie. Gabby is so much more. I don’t know how much she wants everyone to know about us. I don’t even know if she wants there to be an us .

“Uh-huh,” Cutter replies, totally unconvinced.

“What about you and Sadie?” I ask, hoping to get the spotlight off me.

“How about I tell you about it when I get there?”

“Deal,” I say with a chuckle before hanging up.

If nothing else, I can ask Cutter how he’s reconciled falling in love with someone who works for the enemy, Top Spot Realty.

I’ve had more than my fair share of letters from the higher-ups wanting to buy my inn.

I’d never willingly let them have it, but if they come in and drive up property taxes, I might not have a choice.

None of that mattered before, but now that the storms have passed, it’s time to face reality.