Page 12 of The Mountain Man’s Retribution (Summer in the Pines #7)
Chapter Eleven
FAWN
B odie’s energy feels muted and heavy as we drive in silence. He clenches his jaw, and when I speak, thanking him again for the purchases, a strange look fills his eyes. In ardent tones, he swears, “Next time we shop, it’ll be Bloomingdale’s, Saks, Chanel, Gucci. I promise.”
I shrug, the conversation over my head, but the meaning not lost on me. “Thank you,” I say quietly.
The truck goes wordless again, and I can feel Bodie’s mind at work, his face strained, his teeth grinding. I wonder what possibly could have changed since returning from Mrs. McCartney’s house.
“Where are we going next?”
“Home,” he grunts, face torn.
He’s ending early with three more neighbors left to visit. I lean against him, not sure what to say. I notice the giant’s shoulders don’t relax at my touch.
Finally, he mutters, “There was someone else in her house. Watching us.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise. He glares sidelong at me, asking, “Have you ever seen Mrs. McCartney? Does she look familiar to you?”
“No, I never saw women. Just Big Man and his sons.”
“Did Big Man speak of friends or relatives around here?”
“Only townspeople.”
Bodie rubs his hand over his beard. “She has to be one of the oldest residents up here. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it.
I guess I always assumed the people here didn’t mix with the backwoods folk.
But now I’m second-guessing myself. You showed up at my cabin in men’s clothes.
But what did you normally wear? Did Big Man bring you female clothes? ”
“Never. Always men’s clothes. Said it helped keep the devil at bay,” I answer. “I’ve never seen that woman before,” I repeat, seeking to calm him.
“Maybe we’re okay, then,” he says, patting my knee and making me melty and warm. “But something felt sinister in there. Bad energy.”
I nod.
Quiet overtakes the cab again, and I can feel his thoughts roiling.
After a long pause, he confesses, “I want you, Fawn. With every ounce of my being. I want to make you my girl forever. In one week, you’ve stolen my heart and my mind, and I can’t imagine my life without you.
I feel like I was made to be your man, though it sounds completely irrational.
I can protect you and shield you from pain while introducing you to the world in a way that won’t crush you.
That still allows the best parts of you, your kindness, your generosity, and your giant heart to remain soft, natural, and unjaded.
But I’m torn. I fear someday, when you’ve awakened to things, and you don’t need me anymore, that you’ll leave me. I don’t know if I could handle that.”
My heart thrills at his words. They sound like a proposal Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester might say.
I confess, “And I fear you will stop wanting me when I grow strong. Because you will think I no longer need you, though I always will. Fate put me in the hollow of your tree. Have you asked yourself why?”
“A thousand times this week. Can you believe how much has passed between us in such a short time? But what pains me, Fawn, to my very core is knowing you were locked away, enslaved by Big Man and his sons, less than ten miles from my cabin. God, the thought of what might have happened to you if you hadn’t escaped …
” His hand grips my thigh, making it impossible to breathe.
“But I did survive, and fate brought me to you,” I whisper, the ache between my legs fierce and all-powerful. What will satisfy it? I don’t know. But I must try. “The past is dead, and the future doesn’t exist. Let’s enjoy the life we have with each other right now.”
Sliding his hand under my skirt, I bring him to the place where my legs clench, moist and needy. Exhaling long and ragged as his fingers nestle into the wet hair of my mound, Bodie groans, “Is this what you want?”
“Not what I want. It’s what I need, Bodie. Like life or death. Please help me.”
“Has a man ever touched you here before?” he asks. I shake my head, frustrated by the question. “I have told you this repeatedly. No touching. Ever.”
“I just want to know how slow to take things.” He groans, letting his thick, rough fingers slide through my desire. I gasp. “Damn, Fawn, you feel so amazing. You’re fucking drenched.”
Whimpering, I let my head loll back. “This need for you hurts so much.”
“I can help you,” he answers, voice booming as we barrel down the road to his cabin, his fingers gliding through my folds.
Covering himself in my honey until he feels slick and juicy, he finds the nub at the top of my pussy, circling it slowly and sensually, finding the perfect pressure and pace as my breath comes faster, and I spread my legs, inviting him deeper.
“Have you done this for yourself before?” he asks.
I shake my head, cheeks burning as I surrender to him, leaving hesitancy, embarrassment, and inexperience behind.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I cry out.
His truck thunders down the driveway, and he pulls his fingers from me, licking them clean before coming to a stop in front of the porch.
Looking around quickly, he unbuckles his seatbelt and then mine before sweeping my legs up onto the bench seat.
“I want to make you feel so good, Fawn. Better than you’ve ever felt before. I want you to scream my name and ride my face until you drench me. I want to eat you out until you bury your fingernails in my back, putting your marks on me. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Bodie, please,” I beg, lying back against the door as he spreads my legs.
“We should go inside. Get comfortable. But fuck I need you too much, and I can tell by the way your pussy feels, by how swollen and wet you are that you hunger for me, too.”
“More than anything,” I breathlessly agree.
Shouldering between my legs, he guides them over his shoulders, sinking his head ravenously into my pussy. His thick, soft tongue slides through my folds, lapping at my heat and my wetness and making me scream with pleasure.
My hips buck towards his face, hunger already awakened by his finger. I need more, so much more. Sucking my pearl into his mouth, he teases it with fast strokes of his tongue twirling and swirling it as my channel tightens, ready to explode.
“You’ll be my woman,” he says through strained pants. “No one will ever hurt you again. And you’ll want for nothing. I promise.”
Head fuzzy, body filled with bliss, I struggle to follow his words and their meaning.
But I can feel the emotion behind them as he teases and plays with me, sliding a finger into my pussy, and making me squeal with ecstasy.
Pulse pounding, hips arching, I give myself to him completely.
Every drop of who I am. He strokes me gently but knowingly, until fire flashes through my core, my flesh smoldering beneath his passionate touch.
“I’m going to fill you with endless pleasure, and protect you always. No matter what.”
“Yes.” I moan, his desperate promises undoing me. “I need you. More than anything.”
I see stars as his slick fingertips rub over my swollen nub, flooding my body with satisfaction as I topple over some unnamed cliff, reckless as a stampeding herd of Mustangs. My pussy greedily clenches his fingers as I spasm and whimper, breathing hard and drenching him.
He licks and laps me. Bestial, messy, wet sounds and the smell of sex fill the truck. Thankfully, the engine still runs, the air conditioning cooling us as he licks and teases me jointless and more relaxed than I ever remember being.
Staring between my legs, his beard shiny with my arousal and licking his fingers clean like a wild man, he grins, joyful abandon etched in his face.
“You are my heaven, Fawn. The best thing I’ve ever tasted.
The most amazing woman I’ve ever known. You can have that pleasure anytime you want it.
No strings attached, freely given because you are worth it.
Not for any reason but simply for who you are and what you do to me. ”
“What do I do to you?” I giggle, appraising his uncharacteristic enthusiasm.
He looks to the side for a moment, choosing his words. When his simmering eyes meet mine again, he grunts, “No devil. But a lover. You bring out the lover in me. I’ll please you in every way possible for as long as I live. You can ride my face daily. It would be my fucking honor.”