Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(19)

“What?” she whispered. “Can’t you tell I do?”

She’d expected a chuckle, but he was too serious. His hand picked up a steady rhythm that nearly drove her insane. Her abdomen tightened. She tried to bring his mouth back to hers, but he shook free of her hold.

“What are you doing?” Her breathing was ragged, showing how much she was on the edge and needing him.

“I want to look at you. I want to remember the first time we’re together.”

A groan broke free and she hit him on the shoulder. A girl could only stand so much. “You can look at me later. Hell, stare at me all night if you want. But right now, I need you to fuck me.”

He flicked his tongue over her nipple all while keeping his eyes locked to hers. “What about foreplay?”

“Screw foreplay.” She grinned. “No. Better yet. Screw me.”

He chuckled, the rich sound flowing over her. “Yes, ma’am.”

She stared in horror at him and struck him again. “Don’t ever call me that again. You got that?”

“Don’t worry. I hated it the minute it left my mouth.”

She laughed, happy that he’d had the same thought. “So? Are you going to do it, or are you going to take a picture? It’ll last a lifetime.”

“I want more than a damn picture for the rest of my life.”

She frowned, once again thrown. “The rest of your life? Ours? What are you two saying?” Her heart pounded. Had she known him longer, his words would’ve captured her heart. But it was too early, too unexpected for that kind of talk. As far as she planned, she’d probably never see him or his brothers after tomorrow.

Without warning, pain seared into her, putting a tight ring around her heart. She didn’t want to think about never seeing them again. But why? She didn’t know them. Denying the raging lust inside her, she shoved him back and fisted her hands on his chest. “We need to stop. I don’t understand—”

“You will. In time. Until then, don’t think.”

“But—”

“Callie?”

She waited for him to go on. “Uh-huh?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but would you please shut up? Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

She started to open her mouth again then bit her lower lip and nodded instead. He pushed her on her back and shoved her legs apart with his. Gazing into her eyes, he thrust his cock into her.

She cried out, a quick, sharp pain coming along with his size, but her cry changed into moans as he worked his hips back and forth. Her pussy walls enclosed him, welcoming him as she enveloped him in her arms.

He kissed her neck, nibbling her flesh as he pumped into her with a steady, strong rhythm. Wrapping her legs around him, she pushed back, giving him as much as he gave her. His balls spanked her bottom, and vaguely, she wondered if he’d like to use his hand against her butt cheeks instead. But that would have to wait for another time.

Another time.

She sighed. Would there be another time? If not, then she wanted to remember tonight as much as she could.

He placed his forehead against her shoulder and his short pants echoed in her ear. She stroked his neck, letting his hair tickle the side of her hand.

The heat that she’d thought was as hot as it could go leapt higher still. Her abdomen stirred with passion as her climax neared. And when he reached down to stroke her clit, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Her orgasm burst free, shooting waves of lust through her body in tremendous waves. She shook, her eyes closed, and rode the ride as it sped up then shuddered into the end.

Pete lifted away from her, and without looking, she knew he watched her face. He rammed into her harder, faster than before. Then, just as she opened her eyes, she saw his face tense along with his body. He stayed on the precipice for a few moments, the determination in his face showing how much he wanted to last longer, then yelled as he thrust into her again. His body shook as his release tore out of him and into her.

When at last he was finished, he fell to her side with his arm slung over her stomach in a protective way that had her tearing up.

Only then did she stop to think about real protection.

Oh, shit.

“Uh, Pete?”

“Yeah, sweetie.”

She turned to stare at him. “That is so not any better than calling me baby.”

“Sorry. Yeah, Callie?”

“I know this is a little late and it’s kind of like we should’ve watched a Lifetime movie beforehand, but I’m…”

He swept his palm over her cheek and she found herself leaning into the caress. “You’re…what?”

“I’m not on anything.”

“On any what? Drugs?” He chuckled. “That’s good to know. But I’d stick by you through rehab.”