Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

5. Bartlett

CHAPTER 5

Bartlett

H er lips are soft, willing. Smooth. And damn, I don’t want this kiss to end. Her eyes flutter open, and her fingers run through my hair. She smiles in my arms and I know I’m holding her tight.

I don’t wanna let her go. She’s someone I’ve just met and I’m probably breaking 1000 rules.

It’s reckless and it’s ridiculous. It’s also fucking happening. This woman and me, tonight? It’s fucking on. There’s a hunger in her eyes, and there’s a need in my cock, and there’s more than that. There was a connection in the car that whole drive up to my cabin.

“What are you thinking?” she asks me.

“I’m thinking I want you in that bed. Now.”

“I’ve never done this,” she says, her eyes exploring mine.

“Never ever?”

“Never ever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” she says softly. She licks her lips. Her tongue is pink.

Her innocence may not be on the surface, but I can see it now; it’s a hidden layer she wasn’t showing right away, but now that it’s come out, I understand. She is tough on the outside. Soft in the center. And fuck, she’s a virgin.

“I don’t want to press you to do anything you’re not ready to do. We just met. We don’t need to have sex the first night.”

Her hands press to my chest, fingering the buttons of my flannel shirt. She’s licking her lips again. My cock is hard as a rock.

I want her in ways she doesn’t even understand. “What if we just start something and see where it takes us?” she asks, her voice lifting at the end, trying to see where I might go with this.

She has no fucking clue that I will go wherever she wants to take me. Including to the ends of the goddamn earth, because I like her. I like her one hell of a lot. Abby is the kind of girl you fall for. Hard.

This girl with a blind dog who’s come in on a fucking train, rolling into my life in a way I was not at all prepared for.

But I’ve been playing it safe for years, doing what everyone expects – running the family store, showing up for Sunday dinner. When’s the last time I had real fun? When’s the last time I went for it? I’ve been waiting for perfection but what if the present really is perfect?

I run my hands over the hem of her shirt, lifting it up over her head. The bandage on her arm makes me wince.

“I hate that this happened to you,'' I say, running my fingers over the gauze.

“I hate that it did too,” she says, giving me a half smile. “But look, right now, here we are. In this room. Together. I would’ve never imagined this.”

Hijinx walks into the room, and he stumbles a bit until he curls up on the carpet next to the bed.

I run my hands over her bare back. “You okay?” I ask, my fingers on the clasp of her bra. She nods as she begins to unbutton my shirt.

I unclasp her bra, setting it on my bed then taking in the view of her naked chest.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “I mean really fucking gorgeous.”

Her cheeks turn pink and she shakes her head. “Stop it.”

I kiss her cheek, her ears, her mouth. “You don’t believe me?” I turn her around to face the mirror over my dresser. I wrap my arms around her belly, holding her tight. With her back to my chest, I know she can feel my cock against her ass, and I like that. I want her to feel my length, my desire.

She presses her ass tighter against me, leaning her head back against my chest as she takes us in through the mirror.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask.

“I love what I see,” she says softly. “You and me, together… a perfect pair.”

I turn her around so she’s facing me, and I kiss her again. Hungry this time. Desperate. Massaging her breasts with a need she understands.

I want her desperately. I lower my mouth to her breast, her nipple against my tongue. I twirl it in my mouth, sucking her tits.

She moans against me, her hands in my hair, her need mounting as I draw her to the bed, careful of the wound on her arm but wanting so much to taste every inch of her body.

“Show me what it means to be taken by a real man?” she asks me.

I’m not sure if she’s ready for everything but she’s ready for something. I unzip her jeans and I tug them past her hips, shove her panties off too.

“I don’t want to scare you, but I want you to know how badly I want to taste you. I want to lick you up and down, Abby. I want your creamy cunt against my mouth. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She nods. “I want that too. I think I’ve had a stressful enough day. So an orgasm sounds pretty delicious.”

I chuckle at her candor, her confidence. And then I take in that pussy. Because fuck – it’s pink and tight, and damn…

Now that is perfection.

I spread her knees and I dip my mouth to her entrance, running my tongue over her sweet folds. “Just lie back and relax,” I say. “Like you said, you’ve had a stressful enough day. How about you just enjoy yourself. Consider this your real welcome home gift.”

She laughs, pressing her hand to her arm. “Don’t make me laugh so hard. I don’t think it’s good for the stitches.”

“I apologize, and fuck, I don’t exactly want to talk right now. I have other things to do.”

Abby’s pussy is sweet and wet and so damn tight. My fingers ache to spread her lips nice and wide, to get her juices dripping. She deserves it. She deserves the fucking world after the day she had.

So I give her what she needs. I begin to finger her nice and slow, opening up her virgin hole, treating her the way she deserves to be treated.

Up and down, in and out, making her wet and making her mine.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhh……” She sits up, panting, her eyes wide, her voice tight. “Is this how it’s supposed to go?”

“Yeah, baby,” I say. “That’s called a fucking orgasm.”

“In that case, I’ve never actually had one before. Because that… This…” She runs a hand over her forehead. “Oh my God, Bart. Don’t stop, don’t, don’t…”

I begin to finger her harder, faster, making her juicy come squirt against my mouth as I suck her clit. Her back arches and her fingers grope the sheets as she comes harder for me.

“Oh, oh God… Oh my God, Bartlett, come here… Come here, please, please…” she begs.

I do what she asks cause I’m not gonna fucking deny this woman a single fucking thing. I get in the bed with her, at her side, and she’s reaching for the button of my jeans, forcing them down and reaching for my cock.

“We don’t have to do this,” I tell her. “We can take our time, Abby. There’s no rush.”

“I want it. My pussy wants it. I need you in me now.”

Not wanting to deny her a goddamn thing, I take off my jeans and my boxers. And she takes my cock gingerly in her hand. I tell her to move her hand up and down, nice and slow.

“Like that?” she asks, eager to please.

“Just like that, baby,” I tell her, running a hand over her bare back, her body so pure and naked, dripping with innocence and filled with desire.

I want to make her feel good but I also want to make her understand that this night is something special. She is something special to me.

“Hey,” I say, taking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know we just met, but I’m really glad we did.”

“I’m glad we met too, Bart, but you don’t have to tell me anything to make this feel less like… like a one-night stand.”

I frown. “This isn't a one-night stand. I don’t do that kind of thing. Ever.”

“Really?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. I just want to be here now. Remember? The present is perfect.”

But I don’t like that. I shake my head. Sitting up in bed, drawing her into my lap, we’re naked. My cock is hard; her pussy is wet and pulsing with need. Her tits are fucking gorgeous and everything about her turns me on.

But I need her to know something. I need her to know me.

“I’m not that guy. I know you just met me so you don’t have to believe me, but I’m not. I’ve been celibate for ages. I don’t hook up with people. I don’t go on dates. Everyone in this town thinks I’m waiting for the perfect woman… maybe I was waiting for you.”

“That’s a lot to put on a woman you just met.” Abby’s eyes darken. “You don’t even know me. I could be gone tomorrow. You don’t know my last name or where I come from or what my family’s like. I heard what your brother was saying about me; he wonders who I really am. And here you are confessing that you think maybe I’m your person… Bartlett, don’t. We can have sex. I want to have sex for the first time with you because I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Someone kind and sweet and generous and handsome and loving, but… You don’t need to make promises you aren’t prepared to keep. We can just have fun. What if we just let that be enough?”

“I wish I were that kind of guy,” I tell her, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly. “But I’m not. I can’t do casual. I brought you to this bed and I sucked your clit like there was no tomorrow because hell, I was thinking that tomorrow you and I had a future. But…” I shake my head. “Maybe I’m a fool. Because… maybe you’re not seeing things the same way as me.”

Abby exhales slowly, running a hand over my beard and then through my hair. “I don’t think it’s that I don’t see things the same way as you… It’s just, your last name may be Rough, but it feels like your life’s been pretty dang charmed. I’m the one who’s had hard knocks forever. And a girl like me? Well, even if the present is perfect, deep down I don’t think I’m good enough to be anyone’s perfect pair.”