Page 26 of Wrecked on the Mountain (Stone River Mountain #2)

The sight of her sitting there in my shirt, all rumpled and warm from sleep, with her hand wrapped around my cock, is almost too much. And that goddamn shirt keeps slipping further down, revealing more of her creamy skin.

"Fuck, Brooke," I groan as she picks up the pace, her wrist twisting on the upstroke, swirling over the sensitive tip in a way that makes my knees weak.

"Mmm, I love how you feel," she says, her voice low and sultry. "So hard. So... big."

To emphasize her point, she squeezes me a little tighter, and I nearly lose my mind. My hands find her shoulders, gripping hard enough that I worry I might leave marks.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I manage to say between ragged breaths.

She smiles up at me, all innocent eyes and wicked intent.

"And you're magnificent," she replies, her gaze dropping to where her hand continues its maddening rhythm. "Every inch of you."

The double meaning isn't lost on me, and I can't help the groan that escapes my lips. Her other hand comes up to cup my balls, and holy shit—

Her touch is soft, and when she starts stroking me with slow, deliberate movements, I have to brace my hands on her shoulders to keep from falling over.

"Is this okay?" she asks, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

"More than okay," I manage to growl. "Fucking perfect, sweetheart."

She beams at the praise, and something shifts in her expression. Becomes more confident, more sure of her power over me.

Because that's what this is. Power. She's taking it, claiming it, and I'm helpless to do anything but let her.

"Good," she murmurs, leaning forward until her breath is hot against my skin. "Because I'm just getting started."

Brooke leans down and takes me into her mouth, I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from shouting.

"Holy fuck."

The wet heat of her mouth wrapped around my cock is almost too much to handle. I strangle the moan in my throat, my hands automatically moving to gather her hair, holding it back so I can watch her work.

And Jesus Christ, what a sight.

Her lips stretch around me, taking me deeper than I expected, and when she looks up at me with those gorgeous honey-brown eyes while my cock disappears between her lips, I nearly lose it right there.

"Fuck, Brooke," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable.

She hums around me in response, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my entire body. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

The wet sounds she's making—the slurping, the soft moans of satisfaction—are driving me absolutely insane. She pulls back with a wet pop, her tongue flicking out to lick along the underside of my shaft before taking me back into that perfect mouth.

"You taste so good," she murmurs against my skin before diving back down, taking me even deeper this time.

My grip tightens in her hair as she works me with her mouth, alternating between slow, deliberate sucks and faster movements that have my hips jerking forward involuntarily. When she takes me so deep I hit the back of her throat, I can't stop the groan that escapes.

"That's it, sweetheart," I manage to say, my voice rough with need. "Just like that. Such a good fucking girl."

She looks up at me again, those beautiful eyes watering slightly.

The sight of her like this, my shirt hanging off her shoulders, her mouth wrapped around my cock, looking up at me like I matter… It makes me want to thrust deeper, to claim that gorgeous throat as mine forever.

Her hands grip my thighs as she bobs her head, taking me deeper with each movement. The wet heat, the suction, the way her tongue works over me… it's perfect. She's perfect.

"I can't... I'm gonna..." I try to warn her, but she just takes me deeper, her eyes locked on mine like she wants to watch me fall apart.

And I do.

I fucking shatter , coming hard with a deep grunt, pleasure ripping through me so intense it's almost painful.

My girl swallows every drop, then sits back with a satisfied smile that makes me want to worship her.

"Mmmm and good morning to you too," she says with a grin.

I'm still trying to remember how to form words when she moves up the bed, settling against my chest with a contented sigh.

"Not yet it's not," I growl, my hands already reaching for the hem of my shirt she's wearing. "Maybe after your turn it will be."

"Jamie!" she squeals, but I cut her off with a kiss.

Because if she thinks I'm going to let her take care of me without returning the favor, she clearly doesn't know me at all.

I flip her onto her back, and she lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a gasp when I settle between her thighs.

"My turn," I growl against her inner thigh, pressing hot kisses along the sensitive skin.

She's already wet for me, and when I drag my tongue through her folds for the first taste, I nearly lose my mind all over again.

"Fuck, sweetheart," I murmur against her wet pussy. "So wet. You taste like fucking heaven."

Her hips buck up toward my mouth, and I have to hold them down with my hands as I dive back in, licking and sucking at her clit until she's writhing beneath me.

"Jamie," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair as she lifts her hips and grinds her juices over my face. "Oh God, don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping. I alternate between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit, listening to every sound she makes, learning what drives her wild.

When I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, she arches off the bed with a cry that goes straight to my already-hard-again cock.

"So fucking tight," I groan against her, pumping my fingers in and out while my tongue works her clit. "And so wet for me."

She's close already, I can feel it in the way her walls clench around my fingers, hear it in the desperate little sounds she's making. When I curl my fingers and find that spot that makes her see stars, she comes and her whole body trembles beneath me.

But I don't stop.

I keep licking, keep sucking, keep working her with my fingers until she's coming again, her thighs shaking around my head.

"Jamie, I can't—" she tries to protest, but I just add a third finger and suck harder on her clit. "FUCK! JAMIE!"

I grin and ignore the strain in my jaw. The sheets beneath us are soaked with her arousal, and still I keep going, addicted to the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she falls apart under my mouth.

By the time I finally pull back, she's had so many orgasms I've lost count, and she's lying there panting, her skin flushed and glowing.

"Holy shit," she breathes, staring up at the ceiling with dazed eyes.

I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone, until I'm hovering over her face.

" Now it's a good morning, beautiful," I grunt, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She looks up at me with wonder in her eyes, like she can't quite believe what just happened.

"That was..." she starts, then trails off, shaking her head.

"What?" I ask, nuzzling her neck.

"Perfect," she whispers. "You're perfect."

I kiss her forehead, still tasting her on my lips.

"Speaking of perfect," I murmur against her skin, "dinner's at six tonight. Mom's making her famous roast lamb."

Brooke smiles sleepily. "I can't wait to meet them."

And I can't wait to show you off, I think, already imagining the pride on my parents' faces when they see what I've found.