Mountain Refuge (Mountain Mutineers #1)

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

Elijah

I woke up to the smell of cooking eggs and the sizzling sound of bacon. Before I’d come to live on a mountain in Montana, I’d never realized just how big a variety of bacon there was. I knew the two basics from the city, turkey and pig. Now, I’d had such a variety that I would probably never return to standard, store-bought bacon. Processed foods were so different. Like Brooke, Corbin too had a garden. It was mainly Gertie who took care of it, but the food grown was free of pesticides and preservatives.

Stretching under the covers, my back cracked and groaned. As much as I loved my kids, there was something to be said for alone- alone adult time. When there was no chance of being disturbed or interrupted, when you didn’t have to sensor your volume or words due to eavesdropping ears or echoes.

Additionally, we didn’t have to get dressed right away following sex.

After we finished the construction on Brooke’s cabin and officially moved in, I was going to need to have a talk with Uncle Corbin about setting up some weekend trips for the kids to visit.

When Brooke had told me the story of her cheating, dirtbag ex and how she had not wanted to have kids with him because she’d wanted him all to herself, I’ll admit I was taken aback by that statement. My life was defined by my children. My world revolves around them. Every decision, every choice, I did with them in mind.

Until Brooke had knocked my world out of orbit.

My kids were still the most important part of my life. Nothing and no one could change that, but Brooke was also added to that list. I hated to think of it as a list, because it implied a hierarchy. I thought of it more as a bubble, housing safely the three people I loved most in this world.

But still, there was no arguing that the presence of my children curbed what Brooke and I could or could not do while under the same roof as them.

Like walking naked out of the bedroom in search of my lady love.

I found her in the kitchen. She wore nothing but a long shirt and a pair of wool socks.

The fire in the living room was sparking high, so she must have added wood to it when she got up. The one in our bedroom had not needed wood either from when I’d placed a large stump into it during the night. Outside the windows showed a new layer of white, indicating it had snowed during the night.

I smiled, because it gave us the excuse to not go get the kids today. I would get on the radio and tell Corbin the path just wasn’t passable with my amateur snowmobile skills. He would see right through the excuse, but I was also okay with that.

Brooke turned off the stove, extinguishing the flames in the burner. She was humming to herself, swaying her hips to the music in her head. Fuck, I loved her hips. Loved everything about her, from her signature Elsa-braid, all the way down her long, toned legs to her sock covered toes. She was breathtaking.

As horrible as that night had been over a year ago when I thought my children and I were going to die in that snowstorm, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. If the storm hadn’t come and Corbin had met us as planned, or if I had checked-in with Jack to learn of the pending storm and never went up the mountain that night… Well, Brooke and I might not have met. We could have been living up at Corbin’s cabin, completely oblivious to the fact that the love of my life was living her own solitary life south of me.

It was hard to be grateful for something that had put my kids’ lives in danger, but in a twisted, can’t-change-the-past way, I was.

Brooke made no indication that she heard me or knew I was behind her. Still naked, I walked right up to her back and placed my arms around her. She let out a small yelp of surprise before pressing back against me in greeting.

I chuckled, placing my lips to her neck and nipping slightly. My hands went down to the hem of her shirt before working their way under and up to her breasts. A quick peek over her shoulder confirmed my suspicions that she was not wearing underwear.

My dick, already semi-hard from watching her sway her hips, filled to the brim and I felt my balls tighten. She made me feel like an uncontrollable teenager again. The only times I seemed to be soft in her presence was if she’d just made me come. And, even then, I had a faster come back than any thirty-seven year old man had a right to.

I squeezed her breasts, running my thumbs over her hardening nipples. Brooke squirmed under my touch, her ass rubbing up against my cock. Fuck. I’d never had anal sex before, and had never wanted to before, but there was something so primal about it. I wanted to claim her ass, like it would somehow give me possession over her.

I had never been a man’s man . I was not a bulky gym-rat or a fighter of any kind. I certainly had never considered myself to be a possessive guy or an asshole. I was the nice guy, the reliable guy. The kind that girls felt safe around because I didn’t have the stones to cheat or lie to them. I was, more times than not, placed in the ‘friend zone’ because of these traits.

But with Brooke? It was like all of the raw savagery drilled into my gender over millennia of evolution was brought out to claim, dominate, and possess her.

Her breath caught. When I pinched her nipples simultaneously, I felt her entire body shudder. My low chuckle sounded more like a rumble.

I brought my right hand from her breast down lower to find her center. Fuck, she was soaked . A moan escaped me as I started to gently rub her clit. Her head fell back on my shoulder as if her neck had lost control. I placed a kiss on her exposed skin.

I rolled my hips against her ass, pressing my hardness against her.

I continued to stroke her clit for a few more moments before sliding further down along her slit.

“Elijah, please…” Brooke gasped out. I loved the little whine in her voice, the plea not to stop. I can see her hands gripping the counter top before her in an effort to keep herself balanced. Then she breathed out the single word that could break my concentration: “Condom.”

“Fuck,” I groaned into her ear. We needed a better form of birth control. Condoms were so inconvenient. Hating having to leave her, I rushed out, “Be right back,” before running from the room.

I nearly ripped the drawer off its hinges in my haste to find a foil packet. We really needed to have a talk about getting her an IUD. Or maybe the injection? I knew she would never go for the daily Pill. Hell, if we decided we were done having kids, I’d figure out how to discreetly get a vasectomy so she didn’t have to worry about doctors and prescriptions. I knew how she felt about chemical treatments.

But damn, there was a part of me that hoped one day soon she’d be willing to have no form of birth control and just let nature take its course.

I could learn what we needed to and become her midwife. I paused at that wording. What was the male form of ‘midwife’? The word ‘accoucheur’ came to mind, but I wasn’t sure if that was the correct definition. ‘Midhusband’, maybe?

I smiled goofily at myself, rushing back into the kitchen. Where my smile utterly failed and died.

Brooke was now as naked as I was. She had moved the plate of eggs and bacon to the table, effectively placing it out of our way, and was now bent over the counter with her lower half sticking out in invitation.

I about swallowed my tongue at the sight.

Even from where I stood in the doorway, I could see her juices glistening in the morning sun through the windows.

My balls tightened and I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts enough to concentrate.

She was effectively serving herself up to me on a platter. I planned to dine my fill.

I fell to my knees behind her, trying to push my pent up arousal aside. I was not ready to come yet.

I ran my tongue along her slit. She whimpered. Her legs straightened, forcing my face to bury deeper against her. Chuckling, I pulled my neck back and bit the rounded globe of her left ass cheek. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave an impression of my teeth on her.

“Hey!” she protested, taking a step forward and away from me.

My hands shot up and locked around her hips. I dragged her backwards and bit her right cheek to make it mirror the other. She bucked her hips.

“Stop fucking around and fuck me already!” she snapped.

Taking my pointer finger, I circled her soaked hole, running it forward towards her clit, and then back. I did this twice more before she let out a whimpering growl. Finally, I took pity on her and dipped my finger into her core. Brooke moaned and sagged further against the counter top.

I pulled my finger out, added my middle finger, and pressed both inside her. I felt her inner muscles quake around me. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her back hole. I checked her reaction, wanting to test how she would take me paying attention to her ass, but her only response was to moan louder and widen her stance.

Accepting the invitation, I took a long lick of her musky rear. I’d never rimmed anyone before, and fuck, I was not anticipating it being so hot. I pressed my face between her cheeks and ate her ass like it was my last meal as I pumped my two forefingers in and out of her wet heat.

Brooke practically mewled , writhing against the countertop. I tightened my hold on her hip to steady her.

“Please,” she begged.

I laughed against her puckered hole. There was a sense of power and intoxication in making my woman feel out of control. I wanted to make her scream, to burn , for me. Only me, just as I burned for her. I had no idea what had come over me, as this was completely different from our previous sexual encounters, but I knew I liked it.

And, better yet, I knew that she was loving it.

Brooke came with a cry.

I gave her no time to recover. I stood up, broke the condom wrapper open with my teeth, and slid it down my cock. Without losing a beat, I positioned the tip of my sheathed cock at her hot, wet entrance and slammed myself home.

Brooke’s top half arched up, throwing her head back with a wail. I took the opportunity to grab hold of her braid that I loved so much and wrapped it around my hand like a horse’s reins.

I held her tight, though equally conscious for signs of pain over pleasure. I felt wild, taking her so roughly, but I had no desire to harm her. The love I felt for this woman was more powerful than any primal need to dominate.