Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
"Mine," he growls, hand spanning my throat possessively. "This isn't a promise," he murmurs, thumb tracing my lower lip. "You're not a debt. You're not a good deed."
My mouth trembles. My heart stutters. I look down at the ring—imperfect, handmade, real—and I can't hold the tears.
"Yes."
The word leaves me on a breath, barely more than a whisper. But he hears it. He feels it.
Because he pulls me into his chest with a sound like he's been holding it in for years.
"We've got that dinner tomorrow, at Colt's place. My family." He tips my chin up. "Beau's already met you. Colt's the quiet one. Cade’s the baby. They'll all be there. I get to introduce them to my fiancé."
"For your mother's memorial."
He nods, something flashing across his face too quick to read. "Five years. You'd have liked her. She'd have loved you."
“I love her already.”
"Let's go make it official."
And I know exactly what he means.
Because this man doesn't need vows or paperwork.
He needs heat. He needs skin. He needs to claim and mark and fill. He needs to show me in the only language he speaks fluently.
Possession.
He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to our bed, dropping me onto the mattress with a primal sound that makes every nerve ending I have stand at attention.
His jeans hit the floor. His cock stands thick and hard, no evidence that he just unloaded inside me minutes earlier, already dripping for me. He strokes himself once, twice, drawing my eyes to the veins that road-map the thick shaft.
He tears my panties off with one rough pull, throwing the scrap of fabric aside. His eyes fix on my core, exposed and already wet. “All fours. Daddy wants in there deep.”
“Like a dog?”
“Yeah, baby, like daddy’s good little bitch in heat. Ass up, face down, no more talking, I need my little sex toy quiet so no one can hear what Daddy does to his princess in the dark when no ones watching.”
I flip, pressing my ass high and my face down. He holds his cock in one fist, guiding it to my entrance, pausing just at the edge of where I need him.
"I'm going to fuck you until the only word in your head is 'Daddy.’”
"Please," I whimper, lifting my hips, trying to take him.
Thick fingers dig into my ass. “I said be quiet. Put your face in that pillow if you need to, baby. Daddy’s not gonna be gentle.”
He drives home in one brutal thrust, filling me completely, stretching me to the point of sweet pain again.
His thumb finds my clit, circling rough and fast. "This cunt is mine. These tits are mine." His hand slides up to squeeze my breast, fingers pinching my nipple. "This heart is mine."
The dual assault—his words, his body—pushes me over the edge faster than I thought possible. I shatter around him, biting the bedding, walls clamping down, milking him as pleasure whites out my vision.
He follows me over, slamming deep and stilling as he empties himself with a roar that vibrates through my bones. I feel each hot pulse of his release, marking me from the inside out.
After, when we're tangled in sweat-damp sheets, his massive body curved protectively around mine, he traces patterns on my stomach with gentle fingers. The tenderness after such delicious violence makes my heart twist.
"Tomorrow," he murmurs against my temple, "you meet the rest of the family. Sunday dinner's a tradition. Even with Mom gone."
I nestle closer into his warmth. "And if they don't like me?"
His laugh is soft against my hair. "Then they can get the fuck off my mountain."
"Our mountain," I correct, holding up my hand where the wooden ring catches the late afternoon light.
His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer.
"Our mountain," he agrees. "Though you should know—" his voice drops, rough with emotion and desire both, "—I'd follow you anywhere. Cabin, city, fucking moon. Doesn't matter."
“The city? Really?" I ask, even though I already know.
His lips find my temple, pressing a kiss there that feels like a brand.
"Yes, really. Because home isn't this mountain, baby girl." His hand spreads over my stomach, large enough to span it completely. "It's you."
And for a girl who spent her whole life belonging nowhere, to no one, that's better than any fairy tale ending I could have imagined.
I've found my mountain. And I'm never coming down.
Twelve
Delaney
I never thought I'd be nervous about a dinner, but here I am, straightening Jack's collar for the third time as he drives us toward his brother's house.
"Stop fidgeting," he says, catching my hand and bringing it to his mouth, teeth grazing my knuckles. "They're assholes, but they're going to love you."
"I'm not dressed right." My free hand tugs at the hem of the sundress he picked out. "Too much leg. Too casual for a memorial."
"Baby girl." He squeezes my thigh hard enough to make me gasp. "You're perfect. And after we're done being respectful, I'm going to fuck you in the truck on the way home, so I need easy access."