Page 29 of Wrecked on the Mountain (Stone River Mountain #2)

Chapter Sixteen

Jamie

The second my cabin door closes behind us, every ounce of restraint I've been clinging to all evening snaps like a frayed rope.

I back Brooke against the door, my hands bracing on either side of her head, caging her in.

The burgundy dress that's been driving me insane all night catches the firelight already roaring inside my cabin, wrapping us in heat and making her look like some kind of goddess who's wandered too far into my mountain sanctuary.

"You have no idea what you did to me tonight," I growl against her ear, reaching behind to cup her ass.

"Jamie," she breathes, her hands already reaching for my shirt.

But I need her to understand. Need her to know what watching her with my family did to me.

"Do you know what it was like?" I ask, my mouth finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I bite down and suck. "Watching you laugh with my sisters? Seeing my mom look at you like you're already her daughter?"

Her breath hitches as I suck on her pulse point, leaving what I hope is the first of many marks I plan to leave on her tonight.

"Watching Dad actually smile when you complimented his woodworking?" I continue, my hands sliding down to grip her waist. "Seeing you fit into my world like you were made for it?"

"I was," she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair. "I was made for this. For you."

Fuck.

I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist, the action making her dress ride up to reveal those incredible thighs. The soft gasp she makes when I press her more firmly against the door goes straight to my cock.

"That's right. You're mine, Brooke," I say, looking directly into those honey-brown eyes that have completely wrecked me since day one. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she whispers without hesitation, nipping at my bottom lip with her teeth. "I'm all yours, Mountain Daddy."

She latches onto my mouth and I carry her to the couch and drop her onto the leather cushions, watching as she bounces slightly, that burgundy dress riding up her thighs. Christ, she's gorgeous.

"Stay right there," I command, moving to the bar cart where I keep the good stuff—a bottle of expensive whiskey I've been saving for something special.

I pour two glasses and glance back at her. The firelight dances across her skin, and from this angle, I have the perfect view down the front of her dress. Those perfect breasts have been taunting me all evening, the soft curves barely contained by the fabric.

My hands shake as I cap the bottle.

Pretty soon, the $200 bottle of whiskey I've poured sits forgotten on the mantle because I'm drunk on something far more intoxicating.

I'm drunk on her.

On the way she made my nephew laugh during dinner. On how she helped my mom clear dishes and talked like old best friends. On the sight of her curled up last night, trusting me enough to fall asleep in my arms.

I sit down beside her, my hands immediately going to the zipper of her dress.

"This dress," I mutter, pressing kisses along her collarbone as I work the fabric down her body. "Has been making me insane all night."

"I hoped it would," she admits with that wicked smile that makes me want to do filthy things to her.

"Careful what you wish for, sweetheart," I growl, my thumb tracing along her jawline. "Do you remember what happens to naughty girls?"

Her eyes spark with mischief and something darker that makes my cock throb against my jeans. "Enlighten me. I seem to have forgotten."

It's like she's issuing a challenge wrapped in silk, and fuck, it nearly undoes me completely.

"Oh, I think you remember perfectly well," I murmur, leaning down until my lips brush against her ear. "But I'm more than happy to give you a refresher course."

I take my time with her, worshipping every inch of skin as it's revealed. The burgundy fabric pools at her feet, and underneath she's wearing a black lace set that should be illegal.

"So sexy, Brooke."

She reaches for my shirt, but I catch her hands.

"Let me," I say, needing to take care of her the way she deserves. "Let me take care of you."

I lift the dress carefully, hanging it on the back of a chair because even lost in passion, I can't stand the thought of her beautiful things being treated carelessly. Everything about her deserves reverence, and I'm making it my life's purpose to make damn sure that happens for this woman.

When I turn back, she's sitting on the edge of the couch in nothing but that black lace, and I have to brace myself against the chair to keep from falling to my knees.

Her breasts strain against the delicate cups of her bra, nipples visible through the sheer fabric, begging for my mouth. The matching panties sit low on her hips, and I can see the curve of her ass where she's perched on the leather cushion.

"You're so beautiful," I say roughly. "So fucking perfect."

I strip out of my own clothes quickly, desperate to feel her skin against mine, and when I settle beside her on the couch, she immediately curls into me.

"Jamie," she murmurs, her hands exploring the planes of my chest.

Her hands roam over my chest, her touch sending electric shocks straight to my cock. Her fingers trace the lines of my tattoos, skimming over the scars, and I can’t hold back anymore.

"Fuck, Brooke," I groan, lifting her effortlessly.

She wraps her silky smooth legs around my waist, her wet heat pressing against me through the thin lace of her panties. I need her now. Right fucking now.

I sit on the edge of the couch, and she straddles me, her thighs trembling as she positions herself over my lap. My cock twitches at her touch, desperate for the feel of her tight pussy.

"Jamie," she breathes, reaching between us to guide my aching dick to her entrance. I can feel how wet she is through the lace, and it drives me wild.

With a frustrated groan, I rip the delicate fabric aside, my fingers finding her slick folds. She gasps as I slide a finger inside her, but it's not enough. I need all of her.

"Now," I growl. "I need you now."

Her eyes lock onto mine as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. The heat and tightness of her pussy envelop me inch by agonizing inch until I'm fully buried inside her.

"Fuck, Brooke," I groan, gripping her hips tightly to keep from thrusting up into her with everything I've got. "You're so fucking perfect."

She moans as she begins to move, riding me with a rhythm that makes my vision blur with pleasure. Her head falls back, exposing her throat and I can't resist leaning forward to bite into it.

Brooke moans and moves her hips in a motion that's devastating to my control. My balls tighten as my mouth finds her nipple through the lace of her bra.

I latch on hungrily and she screams as I suck hard, pulling the peak deeper into my mouth.

"Jamie!" she cries out, driving herself harder down onto my cock. The sight of her losing control like this pushes me closer to the edge.

But I'm not done yet.

Reaching around us both, I find the tight ring of muscle at her back hole and press a finger against it. She gasps at the sensation against her ass, but doesn't stop moving.

"Oh god," she moans as I swirl my finger around the sensitive area, teasing it while she rides me faster. "Yes, Jamie! OH!"

The combination of sensations, her pussy clenching around me and my finger pressing against that forbidden place, drives us both wild.

"Come for me," I command, thrusting up into her as I massage both holes. "Come all over my cock."

With a final scream, Brooke's body convulses around me, and the feel of her coming undone sends me over the cliff with her.

I explode inside her with a roar that echoes off the cabin walls, my release pulsing hot and deep as her body milks every drop from me.

She collapses against my chest, both of us trembling and breathless, her inner walls still fluttering around my softening cock like she never wants to let me go.

"You're mine," I whisper against her ear as we come down from our high. "All mine."

I lean down to kiss her, slow and deep.

"I want you to stay, Brooke. Not just for three months. Forever."

Her answer is a kiss that tastes like promises and hope and everything I've been afraid to want since Rebecca destroyed my faith in forever.

But this isn't Rebecca.

This is Brooke, who fits into my world like she was always meant to be here.

And tomorrow, we'll spend the morning in the best place on earth.

My sunrise surprise is finally here.

"What time do we need to leave for sunrise?" she murmurs against my skin, already drifting to sleep in my arms.

I glance at the clock on the mantle. It's 2:47 AM.

"Few more hours," I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You sure you want to go? It'll be cold, and I know we haven't slept much."

"I've been waiting to see your sunrise spot since you drew me that map." She tilts her head to look at me. "I'm not missing it now."

The fact that she wants to share that with me, wants to see the place that means more to me than anywhere else on earth, makes me fall even harder for her.

"Alright then," I say, already planning every detail in my head. "But if we're doing this, we're doing it right."

"What does that mean?"

I grin, already thinking about the supplies I've been gathering for this moment.

"You'll see, sweetheart. But I promise you, this won't be your average sunrise hike. Now go to bed, I'll be in once I've got some things ready."