Loving The Mountain Man Page 4

  “Lean back for me, Jules.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears.

  She slowly lies back, and I watch as her dress slides further up her legs to where I can see the lace of her underwear teasing me. I lick my lips, knowing I’ll be tasting her. Jules’ hands find mine as they glide up her inner thighs. She may think she’s in control, but that’s not the case.

  My girl, she doesn’t listen like she should. No, instead, she’s leaned back on her forearms, her eyes on me the whole time as I slide her dress up and out of my way.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked for me, baby.” The lace she has covering her pussy is soaked through, leaving it to where I can see her bare cunt.

  “Oh, God, Hudson. Please.” Jules’ hips lift up, and as much as I want to make her wait, to drag out her gratification, I need her on my lips like I need my next breath.

  Both of my hands encompass the sides of her center, my thumbs teasing the line of her panties, making a sweeping motion back and forth until I can’t take it any longer. I wrench them to the side, and I swear to God, I’d get on my knees and beg for her to never leave.

  Her skin is smooth, so smooth, I bet she waxes. “You’re full of surprises for me, Jules.”

  The lips of her pussy are slick with desire, and I inhale her scent. Her hips haven’t stopped moving, only thrusting up more toward where I’m at.

  I hold her hips down in place as I slowly lick the lips of her pussy. I’m tentative at first, wanting to build her up as slowly as possible. Jules’ taste is sweet with the perfect amount of tang, and it spurs me on. I engulf her pussy with my mouth, thrusting my tongue inside of her, wanting to taste her right from the source. Her body falls back, and her hands delve into my hair. The tie holding it back is taken out, and the firm grip she has on me makes me want to take her right now. But I don’t do that. Instead, I bring my thumb into the mix, her cunt tightening down on it.

  “You’re going to come for me, sweet Jules,” I muffle against her center.

  “Yes, Hudson, yes,” she screams. Her body is shaking, and her wetness is running down my chin and hand. Life couldn’t get any fucking better.

  Her pussy clamps down on my thumb, and I latch onto her clit, sucking on it for all I’m worth as she comes apart in my arms. I don’t stop the whole time she’s climaxing until I know I’ve wrung her dry. Even when I slowly try to take my fingers away, her pussy clamps onto me tightly.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, hating to leave her warmth, but knowing if I don’t cover her body up, I’ll be inside of her tonight. Even though I want that so fucking badly, I need her to know our relationship isn’t based on sex but will be built on a deeper level.

  When I stand up straight, her eyes are closed, and there’s no other way to explain the look on her face. She’s fuck drunk. That brings a smile to my face. When she opens her eyes, I let her watch as I lick her flavor off of my fingers.

  Her whimper makes me want to give her more. Instead, I put her panties back in place. My fingers sweep over her, making her shiver. Then I pull her dress back down before pulling her up to help her down off the counter. Our eyes lock, her smile saccharine sweet, and I know she has the biggest part of my heart, if not my whole soul.

  18

  Jules

  Hudson’s eyes are on that molecular level of deep, dark, and dirty. I want to feel him slide deep inside me. I should feel completely sated after the orgasm he gave me. I’m not, though; my body is craving his more than ever.

  “You can’t look at me like that, Hudson Walker, and not expect me to drop to my knees and see what you’re hiding under those worn denim jeans.” I think I’ve shocked him, not only with how blatantly I’m speaking but the way his body dominates mine, how I give what he demands. I know, once we come together, it’ll be out of this world.

  “Look at you. You’re fucking exquisite. Hair all mussed up, clothes a wrinkled mess, with a sweet as sin smile on your face. You may just give me a run for my money, gorgeous.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment then,” I reply.

  “You damn well should.” Hudson’s voice has returned to normal, losing its huskiness. I lean up on my toes and kiss him. He seems shocked at first that I’m okay with tasting myself on his lips, but then he relaxes, and I fall deeper into him.

  The only reason we break apart is when Beau starts yipping as he plays with the toys Hudson bought. A moan comes from my throat as Hudson’s lips leave mine.

  “That little dude, we are going to have some talking to do, he and I,” Hudson groans.

  I giggle. “Not Beau, he’s innocent.”

  “I think your dog might be a cockblocker, gorgeous.” That has me laughing while I nod my head in agreement.

  “You may be right.” Hudson and I grab a bite to eat before we head up to the bedroom for the night.

  “You can use the shower in here. I’ll wait until you’re out,” Hudson offers. We’re standing in what will eventually be the study when the upstairs is finished, but for now, this is Hudson’s bedroom. The wood paneling is deep and rich, reminiscent of the time period for this house. The bed though? God, the bed completely dominates the room. His four-poster king bed is amazing. The dark fabric canopy gathers at each corner. They’ll close you in from the outside world and keep you secluded. Well, it’ll keep Hudson and me that way, at least.

  After staring at the bed, I go for broke. Hell, he’s already seen most of my body while we were in the kitchen. “Or you could take a shower with me?”

  He marches away from me, and I think it’s because he’s leaving the room, but he doesn’t. He turns, heading to the bathroom. Not being able to resist, I follow him, wanting to watch every single thing that entails Hudson Walker.

  The bathroom is newly renovated, and it is in pristine condition. You can tell he put a lot of effort into maintaining how this house would have looked in the late eighteen hundreds, but with modern-day amenities, and the shower is definitely one of them.

  Hudson turns around and walks to me. “Nothing better than knowing I’ll get you soaking wet, hair slicked down past your ass, nipples aching and hard for my mouth, and in my shower.”

  “Yes, please,” I reply, lifting my dress over my body. I’m left in my white lace bra and matching panties. I go to unhook my bra when my hands are taken away.

  “I want to unwrap you, Jules. You’re like my very own present, and you’re all mine.”

  Hudson unclasps my bra. Not bothering to tease him, I let it fall to the floor, taking in the look he gives me when he sees my breasts bared for him.

  “God damn, you bring me to my knees,” Hudson groans as he goes to his knees, slowly taking my panties off. I step out of them, kicking them to the side. I’m standing before him, naked to his clothed body, wanting to see him in all of his naked glory.

  “Hudson,” I groan. He stands back up, whisking his clothes off, and then it’s me gawking over all the naked flesh he has on display.

  “Get in the shower, Jules, before I take you on the floor. It’s going to be hard enough to keep my hands off of you once you’re wet.” I scurry past him, not wanting to wait a minute longer. My body wants his, naked and wet, sliding against me.

  Hudson isn’t very far behind me. In fact, as soon as I’m in the shower, he presses his front to my back. I get lost in the sensation of having his body surrounding mine while we shower together.

  19

  Hudson

  The past twelve hours, I’ve been in a state of blue balls. There’s no other word besides it, but it’s my own damn fault. Jules wanted more. Hell, she even pleaded for it. But the first time I take her isn’t going to be in the kitchen or shower. It will be on my terms. Waking up with her plastered on top of me, her pebbled nipples grazing against the slight hair I have on my chest, is the best form of self-torture.

  “Hmm… good morning,” she murmurs into my chest.

  “Good morning. Anyone ever tell you that you sleep like the dead?” I ask.

  “Yeah, it’s why my pa
rents insisted on a security system for the shop and my place above it. What can I say? I love sleep.” She settles back onto my chest, almost purring like a kitten as she nuzzles me some more.

  “Love laying here with you, Jules, but we need to get up, grab breakfast, and get on our way.”

  “I’ll get up in a minute, promise.” She’s already fallen back asleep. I slide out of bed, watching as she snuggles into the pillow I was using. I decide to let her sleep as I start the coffee, let Beau out, make breakfast, and then get things ready for the day I have in store for us.

  “Come on, Beau. Let your momma sleep for a little bit longer.” I throw some shorts on as Beau stretches before finally walking toward me.

  I’m not much of a morning person. In fact, you’d never normally see a smile on my face this early in the morning, but something about waking up with Jules in my bed has changed my way of viewing early mornings.

  It’s not long before Beau does his business, the coffee is brewed, and breakfast is on the table when Jules saunters out. She’s found a shirt of mine that was on the chair I left in the room, and fuck does it look better on her than it ever did me.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” I muse. Her hair is a rumbled mess, and she has lines on her face from sleeping. It only makes me smile more.

  “Good morning, you didn’t say we’d be waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Have the roosters even started crowing yet?” Her arms go over her body as she does a full-body stretch, the shirt she’s wearing giving me a glimpse of her thighs.

  “I was thinking we’d go for a short ride on the side by side until we hit the hot springs, have lunch, and then come back. I wanted to get an early start, though; that way, if a heatwave hits, we’ll at least have this morning. Think you can be ready in thirty minutes?” I ask her.

  “Give me fifteen minutes. I can eat on the way. Is Beau taken care of?” She bends down to scratch his ear.

  “Yup, he went out, ate, went out and chased some rabbits, came back in, and promptly fell back asleep in his dog bed. Now, you want to come here and give your man a good morning kiss?”

  “Oh, whoops. I’ll get right on that.” She stands from her crouched position and makes her way to me. Not being able to wait a second longer, I meet her halfway.

  My lips lightly graze hers, nipping at them like I did with her clit when it was greedy and wanting more. Her hands are on my chest, where they seem to always love to be. Jules’ hips are moving in a motion that I know what she wants, but it’s not happening right now. That will be something we explore later today.

  “That’s a much better good morning message,” she mumbles against my lips.

  “Morning, baby,” I respond back, giving her one last kiss. She turns on her heel and heads back to my makeshift bedroom, and I get back to making her breakfast in a to-go package, along with our lunches for today.

  “Sorry, Beau, you’ll have to protect the house today. I’m stealing your mom for a few hours,” I tell him as his puppy dog eyes try to plead his case.

  20

  Jules

  The ride out to the hot springs was amazing. The crisp air smells so fresh and clean. Lush green mountain tops are covering the skylines, not to mention the white and blue puffy clouds in the sky with the sun shining down.

  I tip my head up, soaking in the warmth from the sun. We still have cool days in Colorado, but today, it’s balmy and had me throwing on my bathing suit for the springs with a pair of loose linen shorts and a tank top. I threw on a long-sleeved cardigan just in case, as well as a pair of canvas sneakers. My hair is in a loose fishtail braid down the side of my neck, hitting well past the curve of my breast. Hudson was worried about the sun, so he placed a ball cap on my head to complete my outfit.

  Of course, he’s wearing a long-sleeved Henley, a loose pair of swim trunks, and sneakers. His hair is in a knot, and his beard is gleaming in the sunlight. Everything he does seems to have my libido on high alert.

  “Are you enjoying yourself over there?” Hudson asks.

  Knowing full well I was caught staring, I respond, “With a view like the one you’re giving me, how could I not?”

  “Ditto, gorgeous. Ditto.” His left arm is hanging loosely over the steering wheel of the side by side, his right hand making its way to my thigh, holding me in its grasp.

  It doesn’t take us long to get to the springs, and when we do, I’m in awe. It’s one of those natural wonders that you hear about all of the time, but most locals don’t get to enjoy it because it’s riddled with tourists. Today seems to be our lucky day, though, because it’s just the two of us as far as the eye can see.

  Hudson stops the all-terrain vehicle, and I step out and run toward the water’s edge. “How did we get this all to ourselves?” I ask.

  “Jules, we’re still on my property. This is all for us to enjoy anytime we want,” Hudson replies while toeing off his shoes.

  This spurs me into action. I quickly take off all of my clothes until I’m left in my black and white striped bathing suit. “I can’t believe you own this. I may have to use this a lot. My muscles are in love, and I haven’t even been inside it yet.” My voice has taken on a tone of sheer delight.

  “Then it’s a good thing I have it for you to enjoy forever.” Hudson drags his shirt over his head. I lick my lips as I watch him. His tanned body has muscles that are lean but still show definition. The light smattering of hair on his chest, the way his hair is now out of its tie and blowing in the wind, his arms that are tattooed up to his shoulders, and it looks like Hudson Walker is all for me.

  “I guess it is. You ready?” I ask.

  “Let me grab the cooler, blankets, and towels, and I’ll meet you in there.” I watch him turn to leave. He may think my ass is amazing, but boy, let me tell you; Hudson’s is drool-worthy. It’s firm, muscular, and I can’t wait to sink my hands into him while I’m sucking his cock all the way down the back of my throat, or when he’s so deep inside me and I’m trying to bring him as close as humanly possible while we’re having sex.

  He comes back with our stuff and then jumps in the pool of water, splashing me, and all I can do is laugh. Hudson might be older in years than I am, but he sure doesn’t act like it.

  When he pops out of the water, his hair wet and down to his shoulders. I surge and go toward him, wrapping my legs around his waist. The smile he has on his face lights up my world, and I bask in his presence.

  21

  Hudson

  I swore to myself I wasn’t going to take her until I had her laid out on my bed back at home, but the way she felt in my arms made me want to slide her sexy as fuck, cute little bathing suit bottoms to the side, pull my shorts down enough to free my hard cock, and take her until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

  When we laid on the picnic blanket, though, Jules had her way with me, and I wasn’t strong enough to hold back once she got her pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I came faster than a teenage boy, but I wasn’t ashamed of that. Hell no, when your woman bathes you in nothing but attention and has her eyes on you while she swallows your dick, using her tongue to massage your balls when she was all the way down on your length, you wouldn’t either.

  After she swallowed everything I had to give her, then made sure I was completely clean, we both laid back on the blanket and basked in each other’s presence.

  Jules is an old soul, doesn’t expect something from anything or anyone, and she simply enjoyed the beauty that surrounded us. It made for a gorgeous day with the woman who stole my heart completely.

  Now, both of us are back at my place, a house that isn’t a home, not yet at least. When Jules decides to move in and make it ours, that’s when it will have that well lived in, comfortable as hell, homey feeling.

  “Have you thought about when you’re going to start renovating the upstairs?” Jules asks as we offload and put everything away from our day.

  “I called the contractors on Friday, and they said they’d start the first of the week.
Feel like having a roommate?”

  “Sure, you’re always welcome at my place. We may be cramped, though,” she offers.

  “I’m okay with that. Might be nice to be on top of you anyway I can,” I tell her with a wink.

  “Well, uh… okay then.” Jules’ face is flaming red hot.

  “Come here, gorgeous,” I tell her. She listens without question, and I hold my arms out to her. Jules comes without fail, right into the comfort of my arms.

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay with me staying at your place? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  “I promise. I think it’ll take some work on both of our parts, but it’ll be nice you not having to drive thirty minutes my way or me driving to you every day.” Her face is tilted up, looking into my eyes.

  “Hell yes, it will. I won’t be here but for a couple of days a week, and when you want, you can come up to help out.”

  Jules licks her lower lip. I ache to take that lip into my mouth, to taste her again, to tease her relentlessly until she’s squirming and begging for more. “You know I will. Now, how about we get ready for bed. You’ve worn me out today, and I have a full day of work tomorrow.” She grabs my pinkie finger, something she does when we’re walking around town, sitting on the couch, or when she wants me to follow her lead. Jules heads up the stairs, and I follow. Damn, I’ll follow her any place she wants me to.

  22

  Jules

  Two weeks later

  Hudson is only a week into renovations at his house, which means we’ve been living together for the same amount of time. There was a bit of a learning curve. For instance, Hudson is an early bird who gets the worm, whereas I am not. It never failed though; he woke me up with a cup of coffee and some form of his hands on my body.