Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
His thrusts become more brutal, more punishing, and I arch beneath him, gasping for air as his fingers find my clit, pinching it with just enough pressure to bring tears to my eyes. It’s too much, the pain blending with pleasure, the constant connection between us pushing me toward the edge.
“You make me so fucking hot I want to spill my seed inside this sweet cunt.” He bites my ass cheeks and then soothes the sting with his open palm. “Just the way you look at me with those pretty eyes steals all the cum from my balls, baby.”
His words break me, and I feel the orgasm build, rippling through my body until it’s too much to hold back. I tremble, my thighs clenching as the pleasure overwhelms me. “Holt,” I gasp, his name the only word I can manage as I shatter beneath him, my body convulsing in pleasure.
He growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own orgasm builds. His hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against him, and with one final, violent thrust, he spills into me, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he groans my name.
We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathless and trembling. He rests his forehead against the back of my neck, his arms wrapping around me as he unties the rope from my wrists, rubbing the soreness away with gentle strokes.
“I love you, city girl,” he whispers against my ear. “Love you so fucking much it makes my heart hurt.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, my body still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. He flips me over, cradling me in his arms as he gazes down at me, his eyes dark with emotion.
“Stay with me,” he says, his voice rough but sincere. “Stay with me forever.”
I nod, tears of happiness welling up in my eyes. “Always. I’ll stay forever if you’ll have me.”
“Forever it is, then,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my nose before pulling me tighter into his embrace. “You and me, princess. We start now.”
Chapter Twelve
Holt–two weeks later
The sun sinks low over Devil’s Peak, painting the mountains in hues of gold and rose. The warmth of the day lingers in the air, but there’s a crisp edge to the breeze that whispers of the coming night. I sit on the wraparound porch of the lodge, Lila tucked into my side, her head resting against my chest. The easy chatter of my brothers—Colt, Zane, Hunter, Flint, Thorne, Shepherd, and Ridge—fills the space around us, blending with the crackle of the fire pit and the faint, pine-scented smoke that drifts through the air. My parents, settled in their rocking chairs, share quiet smiles, their hands clasped together like they always have been.
But my focus is all on Lila, her warmth pressed against me, her laughter weaving into the chorus of voices. She’s settled in here so easily, her presence slipping into the spaces between us like she’s always been meant to be here. Her thumb traces lazy circles over my thigh, a simple touch that sends heat spiraling through me. She probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, but every small brush of her fingers drives me crazy, setting my pulse to a faster rhythm.
I shift, glancing down at her, watching the way the sunset catches in her hair, turning the dark strands into something almost golden. There’s a softness in her expression, a quiet joy that makes my chest feel tight. And it hits me, all over again, just how much I want this—how much I want her, right here, every day.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks, a teasing note in her voice as she lifts her head, catching my gaze with a smile that’s half curious, half amused. She leans closer, her breath brushing against my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper that’s just for me. “Do I have something on my face, mountain man?”
I can’t help but smirk, letting the warmth of her closeness seep into me. “Maybe I just like looking at you, city girl,” I murmur, my lips barely brushing the shell of her ear. Her breath catches, and I steal a quick kiss, savoring the taste of her, the faint hint of salt from the mountain air and something sweeter that’s all her.
She narrows her eyes, trying to look stern, but the smile tugging at her lips gives her away. “Or maybe you’ve got something up your sleeve,” she shoots back, raising an eyebrow, a challenge flashing in her gaze.
I chuckle, letting the moment stretch, feeling the weight of the ring box in my pocket like a burning flame. My hand tightens around it for a second, nerves tightening low in my gut, but I force myself to keep my voice steady. “Maybe,” I say, pulling back just enough to catch her gaze head-on, “I’m about to do something that’ll knock you off your feet.”