Hiding with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #5)

Chapter 6

6

MINA

I was scared. Terrified, really. Not of having sex with this man. I trusted him with my life. But of what was about to happen.

What if it hurt? What if he found that a turn off?

Wyatt led me to the sinks and lifted me onto the counter as though I weighed no more than a feather. The surface was cold against my ass cheeks, which was an interesting contrast to the heat I felt everywhere else.

He ran a hand up my thigh as he leaned over to give me a deep kiss. That kiss was all I needed. It let me know I was safe in his hands. He’d get me through this, and on the other side of it would be better sex. Sex without pain. Sex with only pleasure.

He began rubbing my clit, which was still sensitive from my first orgasm. That was the release I’d needed for years, and now that I knew what an orgasm felt like, I’d never be the same.

He didn’t stop rubbing as he slowly positioned himself at my entrance and slid inside slightly. But he paused.

“I don’t have protection,” he said.

“I’m on birth control. Have been for a couple of years. It seemed absurd at the time, but my mom insisted on me scheduling my first gynecologist appointment, and the doctor talked me into it.”

Now I was grateful she had. I would’ve kicked myself right now if I’d ignored her advice.

“I’m safe,” Wyatt said. “It’s been a while for me. Years, in fact. I didn’t want to get involved with another woman until the kids were grown, but…”

He stopped there, and my heart sank a little. He’d mentioned being a single dad, but I hadn’t stopped to think about what that meant.

It meant I wasn’t just entering a relationship with him, but with a ready-made family. If you’d asked me yesterday if I was ready for that sort of thing at the age of twenty-three, I would have laughed and said no. But now that I’d met him, all of that had shifted.

I couldn’t think about that right now, though. That was for later, after we’d made love. After I’d lost my virginity.

“I trust you,” I said, looking him in the eye. “I feel safe with you.”

His expression softened, and there was a warmth in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. This wasn’t about desire. This was about feelings.

It wasn’t just me. He felt this too.

“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said.

It took me a second to realize he meant physically, not emotionally. If there was a way to stop him from hurting me all around, I was there for it.

“I’m going slowly,” he said.

And that was exactly what he did. He inched in, keeping his eyes on my face throughout. He also didn’t stray even slightly from his movements over my clit. I would have thought being inside me would distract him. Maybe focusing on me helped him hold out, though.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he went a little deeper, and he froze. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, then popped my eyes open, taking a deep breath. “Don’t stop. Keep pushing.”

As he continued, the pain increased, but gradually it diminished. Or maybe I got used to it. But soon, there was no denying it was starting to feel good.

“Ohh,” I moaned as warmth began filling me again.

I didn’t think it was possible to come again. I came once already. Didn’t that count as coming first? This round should be all about him.

I battled the urge to wrap my legs around him and pull him in deeper. That would probably hurt. Besides, it might mess up what he was doing to my clit, which was a large part of what felt so good. I opened my eyes and looked down at the area where our bodies met, watching his fingers quickly move back and forth over my clit as he pumped, pumped, pumped. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, and it sent me over the edge.

I gripped his forearms and squeezed as the second orgasm overtook me. This one wasn’t quite as powerful as the first, but that first one had been something else. This was pleasure mixed with pain, but it was also the promise of many, many more orgasms to come.

I’d barely finished my own climax when he cried out, this time making more noise than either of us had made so far. I’d assumed he was worried about someone entering the fire hall and hearing us, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Or maybe he was so caught up in this, he forgot where he was.

Only as he lowered his head and stilled did it hit me that this was a big moment. It was the moment that would change everything. Would he pull out and treat me like someone he’d just banged, or would he look at me with love in his expression?

As I held my breath, watching him closely, a strange noise filled the locker room. It sounded like thunder, but it didn’t stop. What was making that noise?

Wyatt’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Shit,” he said.

My stomach lurched. Was that my answer? If he was really into me, he wouldn’t have pulled out and rushed across the room to gather his clothes.

“Someone’s here,” Wyatt said.

Panic filled his voice. I couldn’t see his face, but I’d bet his expression was tense. This guy seemed like someone who remained calm in some pretty chaotic situations, so for him to be frazzled over this, it had to be serious.

It wasn’t just his volunteer work that was on the line. It was his reputation in town. He’d slept with someone he’d been trusted to teach. That could never be a good thing.

“You get dressed and make your way to the classroom,” he said, turning to look at me. “I’ll go slow down whoever it is.”

I couldn’t get a read on his expression, and I wanted to, more than anything. I was dying to know whether he’d stare at me with the cold eyes of someone who thought this was a one-time thing or the warmth I’d seen earlier.

I’d barely be able to breathe until I knew which one it was.