Alone with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #4)

Chapter 6

6

NASH

E veryone was gone, and that was a good thing. We hopped in my truck, fully dressed, and headed up the mountain. At the last minute, though, I took the right turn off the main road to access a side street.

My plan was to take Aurora back to my cabin, but her hands were doing things to me. Things that made it tough to concentrate on driving. Things that made it clear we might not make it back to my cabin before shit got real.

“I wasn’t play-acting,” she said as she reached over and unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper.

I hadn’t bothered with underwear, stuffing them into my pocket. She’d skipped underwear too, bundling it up with her witch costume and tossing it all into the bed of my truck. As far as I was concerned, that was a good thing. That tank top concealed very little, including the fact that her nipples were still hard.

“What do you mean?” I asked, barely able to catch my breath as she pushed the sides of my pants out of the way. I lifted up and helped her tug them to my thighs.

“I mean that I’ve never done this before.”

She wrapped her hand around my cock again. This time, she moved much slower, teasing me. Then she sat forward a little, seemed to realize her seatbelt was confining her, and pulled the chest strap over her head to put it behind her.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “That’s not safe.”

“I want to try something.” Aurora leaned over, bracing herself on the console, and touched her lips to my tip, flicking her tongue over it.

Oh, shit. I kept my eyes on the road—both hands on the wheel, gripping it like my life depended on it. Both our lives depended on it. There were guardrails all along the side of the roads here, but I wouldn’t want to test their strength. We both could find ourselves plunging to our deaths.

There was a wide, empty area at the side of the road up ahead. Lord knew what it was for. Probably U-turns. I pulled onto it and looked in the rearview mirror. Nobody was coming, but that would change.

“What were you saying, exactly?” I asked once we were at a full stop.

She looked up at me. I immediately realized what a stupid move it was, interrupting her while she was making me feel so damn good.

“I’m a virgin,” she said. “I’ve never done anything but kiss a guy before. Is that a turn off?”

Turn off? Not exactly. I wasn’t sure how to classify it. In any other circumstance, it might scare me away, but not this time. This was the real deal. I’d take this woman’s virginity and make her mine. And I’d be hers for the rest of my life.

“We should go back to my cabin,” I said.

She sat up and looked around. “This is kind of hot, don’t you think? We’re on the side of the road.”

I looked in the rearview mirror again. “This is a main thoroughfare. People drive this road.”

It wasn’t the main road through town, but it was a popular back road. It would get us from the fire station to my cabin.

“I like it here,” she said.

Without hesitating, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting tangled in it briefly before she remembered she’d lifted the chest strap over her head. Once she’d worked that out, she removed her shirt. Her bare breasts were right there in front of me. There was no way I could walk away.

“I never really did the ‘making out with guys in cars’ thing,” she said. “So this is making up for lost time.”

She removed her leggings, then crawled over to me, positioning herself on top of me. That left her naked, while I was still wearing my shirt and my pants, which I’d pushed down to my thighs.

I had to move the seat back to make room for both of us. But as soon as I was in position, I pulled her toward me and gave her the long, passionate kiss I’d been craving since the first second I saw her.

“This could hurt, right?” she asked as she positioned herself.

I nodded. “Wait just a second.”

Then I lifted up and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. Tucked away in the area where I kept my cash was a foil packet. It was a condom I kept in there just in case. Every now and then, I checked the expiration date and switched it out if necessary. I learned in my teenage years to always have protection on hand.

“Can’t be too safe,” I said, tearing the packet and withdrawing the condom.

Before I could put it on, Aurora took it from me. “Let me do that.”

I had to walk her through it, but only the first part. Once she got it past the tip, she used both hands to slowly roll it downward. Somehow, she made even putting on a condom foreplay.

And then she positioned my tip at her entrance and slid onto me. She went too deep too fast, probably out of excitement about having sex for the first time. Or maybe she felt the same overwhelming desire I did.

But her grimace of pain went straight to my heart. I did not want to hurt her. It was the last thing I wanted to do.

Luckily, the position was perfect for touching her. I began massaging her clit with my thumb as I rolled my tongue over each of her nipples. A car sped by, then another. I only noticed it as they were passing. I just hoped nobody looked over here—or, God forbid, stopped to see if we needed help.

She gripped my arms as she struggled to go deeper and deeper. Her expression gradually loosened, then it tightened again. It took me a good minute or two to figure out that this particular expression had more to do with her enjoying this. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm the pain.

Soon, though, she made it clear, gasping and sighing as she bounced up and down on my cock. I had to close my eyes to shut it out, but the image remained of that gorgeous face, those generous tits, moving with each bounce.

She was riding me—not going too deep, but ramping up my arousal, nonetheless. I did my best to center my focus on making her feel good, moving in the pattern that she responded to best. It was already becoming familiar. I’d memorize everything about how to please her in bed and come up with new ways as we got to know each other’s bodies more.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

She began saying that over and over again in a breathless voice. I dared to open my eyes and saw her eyes were closed, those sexy lips parted, her expression fully relaxed. That expression was one I planned to put on her face every day for the rest of her life.

As she cried out, her tight pussy contracting around my cock, it hit me. She was no longer a virgin.

Something else hit me. I was falling in love with this woman.