Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

8. Merit

CHAPTER 8

Merit

N ot only am I captivated by each and every inch of him physically, I yearn for his mind too. He’s good-natured and charming and everything I want out of life. I can’t stop giggling with joy in his presence, pulling him closer and embracing him.

Mac’s powerful form covers me as he lays another kiss on me. His entire form radiates over me. His hands running down my sides, massaging my hips.

He may have doubts about this, but I want to shout my intentions from the rooftops at this point. I reach down and grab hold of his hot, hard cock and pull it closer to me, closer to my sex. I stroke him, feeling him throb in my grasp, making me feel like a sexual goddess with the control I have over the situation.

As I bring him toward my slit, he looks at me affirmingly, the kind-hearted man he is. He leans down and shares a brief but oh-so-romantic kiss as he pushes himself into my sex, filling me with such an immense flood of delight. Every bit of friction between us tickles a nerve down there, the sheer size of him testing me a bit, but mostly filling me with a desire for so much more.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers. He’s repeated himself so many times, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say those words.

I grind against his cock, letting him know that this is exactly what I want. I know he has doubts, thinking I’m a victim of circumstance, that I have no power in this situation. But I’ve never wanted anything more. I want him to treat me like a woman. I want him to treat me like his slut. I buck against him and he purrs, ready to claim me as soon as he’s sure I’m ready. He thrusts into me, again and again, shaking me with such absolute bliss as the rhythm begins to build something fierce within me. His cock seems to hit me in all of the right places, making me pant for him, making me moan for him.

He fucks me with such fierce determination, holding me tight, and I cling to him too, legs crossing over his hips, letting him know that I don’t want him going anywhere but inside of me. A panting mess, my arms cradle him, clawing at him to hold on as I buck into his every thrust, and what seems so basic becomes such chaos.

He’s making me feel something stronger than I ever felt before. Even stronger than his fingers in that hot tub. Mac is a caring man who has dedicated himself to taking care of me, and he has made sure that includes sexually.

It’s not long until we hit a feverish pace. Despite the chaos inside me, I see that I’m testing him too. I’m making this big, sexy man struggle to maintain his composure every time my pussy reflexively clamps down on his cock, aching for him and yearning for him. Instinct and biology drive both of us, yes, but I wouldn’t have been this passionate and needy with just anyone. I have a feeling he feels the same from the way he’s pouring his all into this moment.

Our grips on one another grow tighter, and we’re lost to the rhythm. It’s not long before I know I’ve hit the point of no return, too close to orgasm to even consider stopping. The fire within me is burning so violently, something needs to explode.

It hits me, and it hits me hard. All over. The warmth of orgasm washes over my entire body, every nerve flaring in ecstasy, and I can’t help but shout out Mac’s name at the top of my lungs. My grip on him is iron, and I don’t think even with as strong as he is, he would be able to get away from me if he tried.

Not like he wants to, anyway. He’s right there with me, my orgasm pushing him over the edge too. He erupts inside me with a deep, low groan. The pleasure flows from him, a sudden surge of warmth deep within me. Part of me knows what a bad idea such a thing is – I just met him – but I don’t care. In fact, I want it.

Both of us spent, neither of us are in any rush to break away from the other. We stay in one another’s arms, holding each other so tight, and Mac’s in no rush to even pull out. He just looks at me with a slight smile, running his hands through my hair, before finally shifting to the side so he can hold me close as he begins to drift off to sleep.

With all the excitement we’ve experienced today, turning in a bit early seems like a pretty good idea.

“You’re making me feel way too many things way too fast, Merit,” he murmurs with his face nuzzled against my neck.

And I have to say the same goes for him.

I wake up the next morning alone in the bed, but the smell in the air tells me I won’t be alone for long. The sweet smell of bacon fills the room, paired with a little bit of spice that I’m not used to. Mac proved to be a better cook than anyone in my family with that meal last night, and he didn’t even strike me as someone who tries especially hard with his cooking.

What a difference it makes, not thinking garlic is a population control device.

I slide into one of Mac’s shirts, buttoning it up, enjoying that it covers me just enough to give me some modesty while still being enough to tempt him. I head down the stairs to greet him, and find him cooking up a storm in only an apron and some jeans. It’d be even sexier if he lost the jeans, but I guess he’s more worried about grease burns on his thighs than looking good at the moment.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he tells me as soon as he notices me, but returns his focus to the task at hand.

Sitting in one of the chairs, I answer, “Good morning, handsome.”

He chuckles.

“What’s on the agenda today? You said you came up here to hunt, so I’m guessing you’re going to go do that?”

“I don’t need to. I brought plenty of food with me.”

“Isn’t that sort of at odds with coming up here to hunt?”

“Not so much, no. When me and the boys come up here to hunt, we put most of our kills on ice. My mother is the best at cooking up what we get, so outside maybe a little bit on the grill, we mostly bring our meals with us to the cabin. If we bring too much? Easy enough to bring it back home with us.”

“I guess it’s nice to hear that I’m not going to have to live off exclusively venison and beans. I had more than enough of the former at the compound, and I think I’d get sick of the latter real quick.”

“The beans in the pantry are mostly here in case we’re ever stranded during some sort of natural disaster, but I’m glad you found a use for them to not starve.”

More laughter. “So, you’re not going out to hunt?”

“Not today.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

He rubs his chin. “Well, I’m going to make you a big, heaping breakfast. You look deprived of good meals, so I really want to spoil the hell out of you, Merit.”

“I’m not going to complain about that. Then what are you going to do?”

“Maybe I’ll take you out to the dock. You like fishing?”

I shake my head. “I’ve never been.”

“Really? Your family are hardcore preppers who taught you a bunch of survival skills and you don’t know how to fish?”

“My father reserved fishing as an excuse to go drinking with his buddies. The plan was to teach all the kids everything, but apparently my survival is worth less than some beer.”

“Guess I’ll show you then. Unless you abhor the concept at this point?”

I look his way with a slight smile. “I’m willing to give anything a try, Mac.”

“Then it’s a date. After that, maybe we’ll just enjoy the day. Maybe we’ll spend some more time in the hot tub.”

“Even though we still don’t have bathing suits...”

“Now you’re getting it. Then we’ll make a nice big dinner. Or... maybe we can head into town and pick up a pizza. I bet it’s been a while since you’ve had pizza.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had good pizza,” I reply. “For the last decade, I’ve had nothing but cheap frozen pizza they could bring back to the compound. The type that had none of those evil spices.”

Mac looks at me horrified. “You poor, neglected thing. How could they inflict such cruelty upon such a gorgeous beauty?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. There should be a law against it.”

“There probably is, really.”

That was the start of such a wonderful day. Wonderful days really.

We enjoyed his wonderful breakfast, Mac continuing to impress me with his cooking skills. He kept telling me that his mother was a way better cook than he was, and with how genuine he is, I fully believed him. Maybe someday soon I’d be enjoying dinner with both Mac and Mama Rough.

We headed out to a nearby dock, and Mac gave me the rundown on how to fish. I thought he was being playful when he suggested it, but no, he was earnest in teaching me everything he knew. How to hook the worm, what lure to use for this type of water, and how to reel in the fish without losing it. After pulling in a few good catches himself, he set to helping me, and I managed to get a bigger fish than he did.

He bowed before me, calling me a prodigy of angling, but really? He was right behind me the entire time, keeping me steady and helping me reel it in. I was too distracted by his touch and presence to be paying attention to the task at hand, and I couldn’t help but have the time of my life at the dock.

Of course, it ended up with both of us in the lake. He took what I now know was a purposeful fall into the water, feigned drowning, and then pulled me into the water when I tried to help. His devious plan was executed perfectly, and we ended up slapping water at one another once I learned that the lake water only went up to our chests.

Stinking of lake water, we headed back home with our fish and went to clean up. I expected him to follow me into the shower with how things were going, but no. It was a straightforward normal shower. One that made me wonder if asking him for some decent shampoo would be too much. The shampoo in the shower was for more manly hairstyles, not the frizzy jungle atop my head.

Going downstairs now, I see why Mac resisted me when I stepped into the shower. Freshly bathed, he’s sitting in the hot tub, the fire below roaring. He’s up to his chest, but I know that he’s wearing absolutely nothing in there.

“Care to join me again, Merit?”

I’m only in an oversized t-shirt, still lacking a proper change of clothes. But that makes pulling my shirt over my head and getting as naked as he is really quite simple.

With a little boost, I’m in the hot tub with him, and I waste no time in straddling him.

“I see we’re getting a bit more confident.”

“How can I not be with you, Mac? You’re making me feel like a human being again. You’re making me feel like a woman.”

“I just want you to know how sexy you are, Merit. And I want you to know how much I want you.”

I reach into the water, grabbing hold of his cock and bringing it toward my sex. “And I want you to know how much I want you too.”

God, feeling him fill me with his cock is pure ecstasy. Like God himself forged this dick just for me, to make sure it hit me in all of the right places.

Mac’s face lowers to my tits and he has the time of his life licking my areolas, the slight yet firm pleasure of his tongue against a sensitive nipple turning me right on. He suckles me playfully, a jolt of delight adding a wonderful little twist on the sensations I’ve been enjoying thanks to him. Everything about him, his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock, it all does the most marvelous of things to me.

I throw my arms around his neck and start to ride him. Sliding up and down his cock without any regard for anything but our pleasure. My body bounces and I can see that Mac is utterly mesmerized by the swaying of my tits in front of his face.

His wild desire drives him hard as I buck up and down on him, everything going a bit crazy within me, leaving me smiling and laughing as I moan. I’d never been happier than I am now. And I have a feeling it will only get better.

Mac wraps his arms around me to help me get the most of our tryst in the hot tub, using his strength to keep the pace hard and fast, even as the water tries to slow us down. We’re so damn driven to please one another. We’re so perfect for one another.

Is this what true love is? I always yearned for it since I read about it in those romance novels as a young teenager. But as I got older and jaded, I thought it was as much of a fairy tale as the stories of glass shoes and dashing princes.

As a surge of bliss hits me, the oncoming train of my orgasm that is now becoming so unavoidable, a burning bit of nirvana washes over me and I scream Mac’s name, and I hope to scream it so many times in the future. He is, of course, right there with me. My pleasure is his pleasure, and seeing me come sends him over the edge too. Even deep beneath the bubbling hot water, I can feel his cock tremble, and I can feel the heat of his seed filling me up.

If he knew I was acting with such wild abandon, I’m sure my father would be ashamed of me, but honestly I didn’t care.

Looking into Mac’s eyes, and seeing the passion he has for me, and everything he’s done for me so far?

A fairy tale is what it really feels like.

The day since we met can’t be described as anything other than a modern fairy tale. Crazy sex with a rough mountain man who’s spoiled me in every way imaginable. Who taught me to fish and is getting me a pizza for dinner. Who makes me squeal like a delighted little girl – no, like a woman.

Everything that my father and those in the compound believe suggests that the world outside is cursed and corrupted. That no one cares for one another, that there is only hunger, violence, and misery beyond the chain-linked fences and barbed wire.

I always suspected it was a damned lie. But I never knew just how right I was. Could life truly be as blissful as it has been with Mac?

Blind optimism is so unlike me, but it really feels like I’m destined to be Mac’s queen, forever free of the cruelty of my father and his insane beliefs.

Doubts are unavoidable, though. He’s done so much... but does he want me for more than just a weekend romp?

No honeymoon lasts forever.