Her Obsessed Mountain Man(15)

Jax is still whispering dirty nothings in my ear, and he doesn’t stop. If anything, now he’s moving harder, faster, still holding me on top of him, cock buried deep.

I come again, my body shaking even harder this time, and I’m moaning and shouting. The only word I can think of is Jax’s name, so I say that over and over again, lost in a whirlpool of pleasure.

He tilts me forward, still in a haze of pleasure, and I land on the bed on my hands and knees, Jax still inside me as his weight settles differently, his hands pulling my hips back roughly as he drives himself into me even harder than before, and I cry out.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good, and I can’t get enough. I never can.

This time Jax fucks me hard and fast, each stroke harder and faster than the last one. My arms give out and I’m on my elbows on the bed, shouting his name into the rose petals on the comforter. I come again, hard, that orgasm fading into the next one.

I hear myself begging him to come inside me, but I don’t even know I’m saying the words. I just know that I want him, all of him, everything that he has to give me, and he grabs my hair again and pulls my head back again.

Then he thrusts hard and deep and I can feel him explode inside me.

“Ruby, I’m yours,” he growls as he comes. “Forever.”





Epilogue





Jax





I pace through the kitchen one more time, my footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. I check again to see if there’s anything I can do, but it’s all done already: dishes cleared and washed, appliances on the counter neatly squared away, even the spices on the spice rack over the sink all have the labels facing out.

And Ruby is still in the bathroom.

It’s like a bad routine told by an 80’s standup comic — women take so long in the bathroom, what are they doing in there? Except right now, it’s true.

Our house has been spotless for a good twenty minutes, because I’ve been pacing around, trying to keep my hands busy. I don’t like being late.

I don’t really even like being on time. Five minutes early is where it’s at. Do you know how many crises I’ve averted simply by being five minutes early?

Several, at least.

I pace to the entryway again, where Ruby’s gown and mortarboard are hanging on our coatrack. I’ve double-checked that they’re there at least a dozen times, and I make visual confirmation one more right now.

At least one of us is worried about getting to her graduation on time. Five more minutes and I’m going in after her and dragging her out, no matter what her hair and makeup look like — I know she’s worked way too hard on this degree to be late to graduation.

I glance again at the bathroom door. I’m tempted to knock and ask what she’s doing in there, but we’re not that kind of couple. We don’t pee in front of each other, either. Bathroom time is sacred.

For four more minutes. Then, I march right in there.

I sit on the couch, trying to be less restless. I know this drives Ruby crazy, so I sit down and force myself to be still for thirty seconds, possibilities of lateness aside.

I hate it. So I do it again.

I’m halfway through the second round of forced stillness when the bathroom door finally opens. I leap to my feet, ready to leave the cabin and get on the road this very instant, but I stop in my tracks when I see her.

She doesn’t look great. Her eyes are watery, her nose is red, and her cheeks are paler than usual. There’s something vague and faraway in her eyes, and my stomach sinks like lead as I rush to her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking her by the shoulders. “Sweetheart, I thought…”

I let the sentence trail off, because I’m deeply unsure what’s going on. This morning we were laughing as we ate pancakes for breakfast, and Ruby was the same girl as ever — bright and bubbly, teasing.

But now she looks like she’s been crying, and I’m totally caught off guard.

“We can skip the graduation if you want,” I offer, taking a shot in the dark.

She smiles, swallowing hard, and puts one of her hands over mine.

“That’s not it,” she says, swallowing again.

Then she sighs.

“I was going to tell you this later,” she says, shaking her head. “I was gonna do it when the time was right, and not when we’re rushing out the door—”

“Tell me what?” I ask. There’s an iron fist clenched around my stomach, because not much can terrify me, but I’m afraid that there’s something wrong with Ruby.

But she looks at my face and laughs.

Now I’m really baffled.

“Oh God, no, I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s not — Jax, I’m pregnant.”

The words take a moment to register, because I was prepared for something completely different.

And then I start grinning like an idiot.

“Jax?” Ruby asks, looking skeptical.

I kiss her. I take her face in my hands and I kiss the hell out of her, and then I scoop her up in my arms and whirl her around, laughing. Ruby squeals, and then I wonder if it’s bad for the baby and put her down.

“Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly worried, my hands still on her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I just—"

I’m at a loss for words, which rarely happens, so I drop to my knees in front of her.

“What are—”

I take her gently by the hips and press my lips to her lower belly through the material of her dress.

“I’m your dad, and I love you very much,” I say, kissing her belly again.

I can’t believe it. We hadn’t exactly been trying, but we hadn’t not been trying. Still, I wasn’t prepared, though maybe I should have been.

But I’m excited, and overjoyed, and desperately thankful, and maybe a little bit nervous.

More than anything, though, I’m deeply in love. With Ruby, with the tiny life growing inside her.

“I was going to tell you later,” she says. “I just found out yesterday, and I sort of wanted to do something special…”

I kiss her belly again, still on my knees, then look up at her.

“This is already special,” I tell her. “How could it be anything else?”

I stand, gathering her up in my arms. She looks up at me, her eyes still a little glassy, her nose still slightly red.

“I was puking,” she explains. “That’s why I look like shit. I did brush my teeth, though.”

I kiss the tip of her nose gently.

“You’re always beautiful, sweetheart,” I say.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I tell her. “Both of you.”

She kisses me again.

“We should go to my graduation before anything else happens,” she says, nodding at the door.

I reach around and give her ass a quick squeeze.

“Anything like what?” I tease.

“Anything like that,” she says, and laughs. I put her down, and even as I watch her walk to the door of our own home, I’m suddenly protective all over again.

Nothing is ever gonna hurt her or our baby. Nothing will ever get between Ruby and me, and that’s a promise. No matter what.

Then Ruby grabs her cap and gown, glancing back over her shoulder at me.

“C’mon, papa bear,” she says. “Let’s go.”





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