I feel comfortable around Gator, he’s been to our place a lot lately and he’s kind of become just part of our circle. Me, Ana, Gator, and Dutch. Although, I think Ana likes Gator and Dutch likes Ana, but I don’t get in the middle of their stuff, I’m just happy to be around fun, nice, people.
“He’s going to see that little bump that you’re really shit at hiding as soon as he lays his eyes on you. What’s your plan?” he asks.
Stopping, I look down at my feet, wondering if I really need a plan? I was just going to wing it, but now I feel like I should have at least some kind of little speech prepared. Stopping in the warm Arizona sun, I turn to face him.
Opening my mouth to speak, I freeze when I see a pickup truck headed our way. “Shit,” I whisper. “Shit,” I repeat.
“He’s here,” he murmurs.
Before I can reach for him, beg him to stay, Gator turns and leaves me standing in the middle of the parking lot area, facing this pickup truck. I watch as it comes to a halt in front of me. The passenger door swings open and my entire body freezes at the sight in front of me.
It’s him.
It’s Mountain.
Wilder Lopez.
The father of my unborn child.
He doesn’t look down, his gaze is focused on my face, on my eyes and nowhere else. I watch as he stomps toward me, the dust and dirt flying all around him. I clear my throat, my body unable to move. I want to turn and run, but his dark dancing eyes, they’re holding me hostage.
MOUNTAIN
I’ve had enough of being on the road, of sleeping in hotels, and of being away from my club. Thoughts of Leighton pop into my head, but I don’t even know if I’m going to see her again. They’ve found her, but the way Dragon was being, I’m not even sure what that means.
Worm pulls up to the gates, doesn’t even have to stop because they’re open. I’m immediately on the alert. The gates are hardly ever open, they’re closed for a reason and the fact that they’re open, it makes me think that there could be trouble.
Then I see her.
Trouble.
She’s standing next to Gator, talking to him. They look like they’re deep in conversation. Gator turns, flicking his gaze at the truck as Worm drives closer to them. He grins, shakes his head, then walks away, leaving her standing alone in the parking lot.
I want to run to her, take her in my arms, fuck her ruthlessly, then lock her away. I don’t do that. Instead, I open the door once Worm has shifted it into park, climb out, then make my way toward her.
She’s beautiful. She’s a sight for sore eyes. I haven’t seen her in months and I thought that I was just imagining how fucking beautiful she was. I wasn’t. She’s even more gorgeous than I remembered.
Her long blonde hair is almost like a halo in the desert sun. Her blue eyes fucking sparkle as she watches me approach and her plump lips are parted in awe as she attempts to catch her breath.
I was a fucking asshole for ignoring her the way that I did. Not just because she’s pretty, but because it was an asshole thing to do. Months alone, without her, without any woman, I’m tired of being by myself. I’m really fucking tired of only using my hand to get off.
“Mountain,” she whispers.
I shake my head, lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. “No,” I simply rasp.
“Wilder,” she says, her voice so fucking low that I almost don’t hear her.
Dipping my chin, I slide my thumb along her bottom lip. “Yeah, mi reina. That’s my name, babe.”
“Please, let me go,” she begs softly.
I shake my head, my face dipping closer toward hers. “No, I don’t think that I will. Missed you too damn much.”
Her hands lift between us, I feel her palms against my chest as she attempts to push me away. It doesn’t work. I don’t let her. I stand firm, strong, and in place as I shift ever closer to her. Touching my lips to hers, I inhale a deep breath before I slide my tongue over the seam.
“Why?” she asks.
I hum. “You’re mine, Leigh. All fucking mine.”
“I’m no one’s.”
I chuckle. “You may think that, but trust me, you’re mine.”
“No,” she grinds out. “I’m not.”
It’s so fucking cute that she’s fighting this, fighting me, fighting her own fucking body and desires. Well, it would be cute if my cock wasn’t hard enough to pound nails. I shake my head, brushing my lips across hers when I do.
“Babe, if I put my hand down your pants, you’d be wet. You’re mine.”
Lifting my head, I look down at her and smile. Her nostrils are flared as she narrows her eyes on me. I’m right. I know that I am. She’s wet as fuck right now, her thighs are probably pressed together too, begging for that ache to dissipate between her legs.
It won’t.
Not without me giving her the pleasure she needs.
The pleasure we both need.
“That’s just friction, and my body’s complete desperation.”
Pressing my lips together, I tilt my head to the side. “Yeah, well your body knows what it wants, mi reina.”
“Doesn’t mean it knows what it needs,” she whispers.
Without another word, I reach down, wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs before I walk her around the building. I’m not ready to go inside, not ready to deal with everyone, at least not yet.
First, I need to get my dick wet, need to be inside of my woman. I’ve never gone this long without pussy in my life, and as difficult as it was, hers was the only one that I wanted. Setting her down on her feet, I reach for her shorts button, but she bats my hand away.
“Babe?” I grunt.
She shakes her head once, then she shimmies her shorts off. “Just fuck me, Wilder.”
Grinning, I tilt my head to the side, my lips finding hers. “Be obliged to, babe.”
Filling her mouth with my tongue, I fuck her, my fingers moving between her legs and I grunt when I feel just how fucking soaked she is. I was right, she needs me, and I’m going to give my woman exactly what we both want.
Right fucking now.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MOUNTAIN
Curling my fingers inside of her, I groan as her wetness coats my hand. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to the side of her neck, just beneath her earlobe. She spreads her thighs, her head falling back and thumping against the wall. Then she lifts her hands and wraps her fingers around my biceps.
I continue to stroke her, to shift from pumping my fingers inside of her to swirling her clit. Her eyes are closed, her throat exposed as she pants. Sliding my other hand down, I curl my fingers around the back of her knee and slowly lift her leg, moving it to wrap around my hip.
“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”
Her words should turn me off. This is more than just a simple fuck. They don’t though. I’m about to fucking blow as it is, there is no way I’m turning down her magical fucking cunt. Her hands leave my arms and I feel them tug against my pants. I let out a groan as she frees me.
She doesn’t have to stroke me, doesn’t have to even try to ready me. I am fucking ready, and I am ready for fucking.