October’s Ride with Atlas (Mustang mountain Riders #10)

7. Atlas

CHAPTER 7

ATLAS

Fuck, I never meant to info dump on her like that. This isn’t the right time. The last thing I need is for her to bescared of me while I’m trying to protect her. I heard the lock turn on the bedroom door, which is fine. I’ll give her the time she needs to process it all.

It’s not like she can escape out of the bedroom window. The bedroom looks out over the back of the house, and there’s a steep, almost three-story drop off the side of the mountain.

As I clean up after dinner, I make sure I save her a plate because I know she will be hungry later when her mind stops racing. Once everything is clean and put away, I sit on the couch.

My plans had been to stick to safe topics and learn more about her. Things like her favorite foods. What music does she like? What is her favoritecolor? Is she allergic to anything? I want to know everything about her, so I can take care of her better. To anticipate her needs.

I was on track until I heard how she had been on her own, making sure everyone had their needs met. But what about her? Then to hear how she was idolizing her father, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Laying my head on the back of the couch, I stare up at the ceiling. I probably set us back, and I’m going to have to earn her trust all over again. Just to start an apology, I should have a thousand flowers filling the cabin when she wakes up tomorrow.

Unfortunately, most of the flowers have died off thanks to the cold weather, and there is no way I’m getting flowers from a florist up here, not when her safety is on the line. If I hadn’t blown it, I’d know her favorite food and I could make it for her tomorrow as an apology.

I’m so lost in my head I almost don’t hear her opening the bedroom door. I look up and there she is standing in the doorway. Her hair is slightly a mess, and I want nothing more than to pull her into my arms and beg for her forgiveness. When she hesitates at the door, I don’t dare breathe because I don’t want to scare her off.

She takes a hesitant step toward me and then another before she rushes to my side and sits beside me on the couch. I push my luck and pull her into my lap. Thankfully, she allows me, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her head against my shoulder.

Neither of us says anything, but I can tell there is much on her mind.

“Princess, I never meant for all of that to come out the way it did.” I say, needing to fill the silence.

“I know, but I’m glad you did. I think I was looking at it all with rose-colored glasses on, as Mom used to say. I twisted things to be what I wanted, but after what you said, I couldn’t do that anymore. I just needed to process it,” she whispers without lifting her head.

“What did you decide?” I ask, almost afraid of knowing the answer.

It’s then she slowly lifts her head and looks at me. Her deep brown eyes stare into mine. I’m so lost in her eyes and trying to read them that I don’t realize she is moving toward me until her eyes close and her lips land on mine.

It takes a minute for my brain to yell at me that the girl of my dreams is kissing me.

When she starts to pull away, I follow her, never letting my lips leave hers as I deepen the kiss.

She holds on to me tighter as I pull her into me. Then, she shocks the hell out of me and takes control of the situation. Changing positions, she turns and straddles my lap.

As soon as her core settles on top of my cock, I moan because nothing has ever felt better. She is so close and my dick wants nothing more than to be inside her, but I don’t want to push her into anything if she isn’t ready. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her flush against my chest.

“I realized my dad isn’t who I had built up in my head. Also, in the short amount of time I’ve spent with you, even though you kidnapped me, you have treated me better than he has. That was a lot to come to terms with,” she says, leaning in to kiss me again.

I’m torn. Do I want to continue kissing her or keep her talking? I want to know everything going on in her pretty head.

“I wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head,” I whisper against her lips. Then I glide my lips down, kissing her neck, inhaling her unique scent. She smells like vanilla and it’s been tempting me for days now.

“I think I’ve always known that I’m safe with you from day one. But I felt like I had to try to escape to get back to my dad, not that I really want to,” she whispers.

Locking my eyes with hers, I say, “You don’t ever have to go back. You have a spot here at my side for as long as you want it.

The smile that lights up her face has my heart skipping a beat. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful and perfect. I am lost in it until she grinds her hips against my cock. I groan and toss my head back, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Princess, you don’t know what you are doing to me,” I plead with her.

I don’t expect her to whisper into my ear, but she does. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve never been so turned on.”

I swear I almost come in my pants.

“Not like this, not while we are hiding away,” I say, knowing she deserves so much better. Rose petals and a beach-front cabin to start with.

“Now is perfect, Atlas. I want this. Just like this.” She begins dry humping me right there on the couch.

“Fuck,” I whisper, knowing I’ve lost this fight, at least until I hear the next thing out of her mouth.

“I want my first time to be with you,” she says.

I freeze. Why didn’t it cross my mind that she was a virgin? It should have, with her being locked away and hidden.

Grabbing her ass, I hold her to me as I stand. She lets out a squeal of laughter and locks her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck as I carry her to the bedroom. Now I know I deserve her even less, but there is no chance I’m going to let someone else take what is mine. She is mine, her cherry is mine.

“Last chance to walk away, Princess. Once your virgin blood is covering my cock you are mine, and I won’t be letting you go. Not ever,” I tell her, knowing it will hurt like hell if she wants to go, but I’d do it if it’s what she wanted.

“Do you promise?” she whispers in my ear as we enter the bedroom.

She wants someone to want her, but she has no idea how badly I’ve wanted her from the moment I saw her photo.

“I swear it, Princess,” I tell her as I lay her on the bed.

Making quick work of removing her clothes, I am enjoying my first look at her body in just her bra and underwear. I’m not disappointed. She has a great rack and curves, perfect for me.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, meaning every word.

A slight flush covers her cheeks. On her, it’s so damn sexy.

“Well, I think it’s my turn to see you,” she whispers.

I don’t think I’ve ever removed my clothes this fast before.

“Oh wow,” she says as she sits up and reaches for my chest. When her soft fingers trace my tattoos, I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands on my skin.

“Will you tell me about them?” she asks.

“Later, Princess. Right now, I’m barely keeping it together,” I say honestly.

Getting out of bed, I remove my pants and boxer briefs and stand in front of her completely naked.

Her eyes land on my cock as I give it a few strokes, and her eyes go big.

“Oh wow,” she says.

I want to ask, but I also don’t want to hear her say she’s seen anyone else’s dick before because I’d have to hunt the motherfucker down and cut it off. Mine is the only one she needs to see or have inside her for the rest of her life.

Before she can start to speak, I cut her off. Then I pull her to the edge of the bed, drop to my knees, and spread her legs wide.

When I look at her, there’s a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. She’s ready for me, and I want her in ways I never thought possible.

As I slowly run my hands up her legs, she lets out a soft moan. When my fingers finally reach her core, she jolts, her eyes widening.

"You're so wet," I whisper, feeling the warmth between her legs. "Are you ready for this, Princess?"

She nods, but I can see the nervousness on her face. Next time she will know what to expect and it won’t be there. But right now, I want to take this slow and commit this moment to memory.

I lower my head, and her breath hitches as my tongue licks over her clit. I dart my tongue into her, tasting every inch, making sure to give her nub special attention.

She moans loudly, her hips thrusting against my mouth. I can feel her trembling and know she's close. Sliding my finger into her, I can feel the tightness of her pussy gripping me. I gently stretch her as she clutches my hair, and I continue sucking on her clit. I could do this all day.

"That's it, baby," I whisper against her skin. "Come for me."

Her body tenses, and she lets out a loud moan as she orgasms.

"Oh God," she whispers, looking at me with wide eyes filled with emotion. "I've never felt anything like this."

“Just wait, it only gets better.” Then I stand and position myself between her legs, lining up my cock with her entrance. For a moment, I consider grabbing a condom, but there is no way I’m putting anything between us.

She looks at me nervously, but I brush away her worry with a finger under her chin, bringing her gaze to meet mine.

"Relax, I won't hurt you," I promise.

Slowly, I push into her warmth, feeling the tight grip of her around me. I hit up against her barrier. Pausing, I let her adjust to me before continuing my slow rhythm. Each thrust brings us closer together, each one making me want to lose control. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m sure that I've never loved someone as much as I love her right now.

Love.

I know without a doubt that I love this girl. My heart swells as I watch her eyes glaze over with desire and pleasure. Her cries fill the room, musical notes that I can't get enough of.

"You feel so good, Atlas," she whispers, arching her back to meet my every thrust.

I kiss her hard, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of my cock as it slides in and out of her warm embrace. I want to be inside her forever, to never leave this moment where she is mine, completely and totally.

As I continue to thrust inside her, I feel her body tense up again, and I know she's close to another orgasm.

"Come for me again, Princess," I urge, my voice filled with desire. "Let me feel it."

She moans my name as her body trembles and her muscles tighten around my cock. Her fingernails dig into my back as she cries out in pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.

"Yes, Atlas... yes!" she gasps, her eyes locked with mine.

Watching her lose control like this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and it pushes me closer to my own release. I feel my orgasm building inside me, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust. As I kiss her, I pick up my pace, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

My own pleasure builds rapidly, the grasp of her pussy milking my cock intensifies, causing me to increase my strokes. I can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I let out a low growl as I come deep inside her.

We collapse onto the bed, panting, our bodies still intertwined. She looks up at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

As we lie there catching our breath, she traces her finger over the tattoos on my chest.

“Tell me what happened with my dad. I’m ready to listen now,” she whispers.

Of all the conversations I thought we’d have after mind-blowing sex, this wasn’t one of them. But if this is what she needs, then of course I’ll give it to her.

“Your dad was in the Army longer than I was, and he kept choosing to renew his contracts, which I told you. He also kept volunteering for deployments. He was excited for a few of them and would get really upset if he couldn’t go, but I didn’t think anything of it. A lot of guys were saving for something, and the extra deployment money was a big draw. I knew he had a daughter, so I assumed the money was going back to you,” I tell her, pulling her closer to me and arranging the blanket over us so she doesn’t get cold.

“Then during one deployment, I noticed he was acting really off. Sneaking off on his own a lot and just not acting himself. I didn’t think anything of it because I trusted him. I had no reason not to. When we got home from that deployment, we were debriefed, and one thing they kept talking about was all the black market dealings that were happening, and that it somehow involved our unit. During the time he was talking, it kept sitting in the back of my head that it was your father.

Well, next deployment rolled around and he volunteered to go again, and this time, so did I. I wanted to know one way or another. Honestly, I wanted to prove to myself I was overreacting. Only I wasn’t. I caught making more than one deal, and yes, I was the one who turned him in. One night, we caught him making a deal with some known smugglers and he was arrested. It wasn’t just hearsay,” I tell her.

“What happened after that?” She urges me on.

Once we were back stateside, they looked into his banking and everything he’d done, and there was a lot of unexplained money he couldn’t account for. I think the total was over two million dollars from that deployment alone. There was more in offshore accounts they couldn’t get access to. Still, it was enough to send him to jail.”

Her whole body stiffens at that.

“Did you say millions?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“My mom and I lived in a building in a gang neighborhood and there was never any money for food, but he had millions in the bank?” she says with a slight laugh. Not quite how I expected her to react.

I flip her on to her back and look down at her.

“You will never want for anything ever again, Princess. You are mine, and I take care of what is mine. I fell for you the moment I saw your photo, and you stole my heart when your eyes locked with mine. I’m sorry you had a shitty childhood, but it led you to me and I can’t be sorry for that,” I tell her. At my words, a tear falls down her cheek.

“Atlas….” she says, voice trembling.

“Now lie there and let me show you one of the many ways I plan to make up for it all,” I tell her. Then I smother her body with kisses, with the intent of not letting her feel sad again for the rest of the night.