Rekindled: A Mountain Man Romance (3 page)

I
give
Charlie another round of pain meds and now he’s knocked out cold by the fireplace. I jump in the shower for the second time today, turning the heat as high as possible, hoping the steam will clear my head.

Because damn, I really wanted to see Rosie.

I’m just out of the shower, my hair wet, my jeans slung low on my hips. I haven’t even pulled a tee shirt over my head when someone knocks at the door.

Eying my shotgun hanging on the wall, I frown. We don’t get visitors.

Of course I have customers who come this way to pick up an order. But my pieces are very, very custom. I only do maybe one order every few weeks. Tops. So, the fact that someone is here, at seven PM on a Saturday night, is completely unexpected.

That’s why I live out here. Down a gravel road far enough away from everything that I won’t be disturbed. Close enough that I’m not a complete recluse.

I pull open the door, and I kid you not, Rosie McClaire, in the flesh, is before me.

I blink like a mother fucking fool because I have been dreaming of this for ten years. Seeing this girl again––this woman––because that is exactly what she is. Head to toe woman.

Her tits are as perky as ever as if a man has never touched them. Her legs shapely under a skin-tight dress, pulling at her hips, tempting me with what’s beneath the fabric. Her hair is long and over her shoulders; in an instant, my eyes gravitate to hers, and while the rest of her body is hot as hell, it’s her eyes I see. Her deep, chocolate eyes. Eyes that see me.

“Damn, Rosie McClaire, it’s been a long time.”

Her eyes rise ever so slightly, and her perfect lips drop to an “O”.

“You remember me?” she asks, but it isn’t really a question. It’s a confirmation. She’s looking for assurance that I haven’t forgotten her.

“Oh, I remember you, Rosie.”

She licks her lips. “I really wanted to see you tonight. And then, when I heard you wouldn’t be coming … I thought….” She shakes her head, her hands waving in the air as she speaks. “I’m sorry. This was presumptuous. Your dog is sick … or who knows? Maybe that was an excuse to get out of the reunion. I should go, shouldn’t I? Do you want me to leave?”

“Rosie?” I cock an eye at her. She looks back at me with such innocent hope it gets me hard as a rock just looking at her sweet, angelic face. “No reason to work yourself up. I’ve been waiting ten years for you, honey.”

My eyes look down at her finger, and I notice right away there is not a single ring gracing her slender fingers. I let out a low whistle.

She mistakes my noise for something it sure as fuck isn't.

“I can go if––”

I cut her off again “Rosie, you’re not going anywhere but inside.” I hold open the door and she grants me a slight smile before lowering her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She ducks inside as if the ceilings are low and this is a cave. But my cabin isn’t a dark dwelling; it’s a sanctuary. God knows I need it after a lifetime of running with my dad.

The softwoods lining the wall show off the well-honed boards. The cabinetry is custom work and the recessed lighting highlights the carpentry.

“Wow,” she breathes. “It’s so cozy in here.”

“Cozy?” I smile, never having had a woman enter this place. I honestly didn’t know what a woman would say if she walked in here. If it was too rustic, too basic. Too rural.

But Rosie’s sparkling eyes travel up and down the walls eying the skylight as if taking in the details of the place I built from scratch.

“Thanks for letting me come in. It was kind of a long drive … and a spontaneous one. I was hoping I wasn’t being presumptuous. Well, I know this is presumptuous. I mean, this entire thing is totally outlandish. I haven’t seen you in ten years and I never even knew you were leaving school. And I don’t know if you even want me here. It’s just Michelle said you asked about me and … I hoped….” She bites her lip as if flustered with her gushing.

I don’t mind. I’ve waited a long time to hear her voice.

“Don’t stop talking, we can talk all you want, I’m a good listener.”

She laughs nervously, and when she does, it’s as if her nervous energy dissipates.

“What else are you good at North?” she asks and I see the tiniest smile in the corner of her mouth. I wonder if she knows how hard my cock is right now. How hard I am for her.

“Looking around your place, it looks like you’re pretty good with your hands,” she says, looking back up at me with a grin. She’s definitely having fun with her words.

“Were you this much trouble back in high school?” I ask as I step towards her knowing opportunities like this are once in a lifetime. I’m not going to let space get in between me and what I want.

“I honestly didn’t know if you’d remember me ... but North, I remember you.”

“Oh yeah?” My eyes narrow in on her, but they gravitate to her perfect tits. Her chest moves up and down and she breathes heavily.

“Yeah, I remember you. Back in school, I was too shy to say anything and you always seemed like your mind was somewhere else. Like, high school was actually the least important thing in the world. I liked that about you. Actually, I liked a lot of things about you.”

She shakes her head, her eyes blinking fast as if she’s embarrassed.

“I can’t believe I just told you that,” she says. “I swear I’ve been driving for an hour thinking about all the things I didn’t do back then. All the things I want to do right now.” She bites her lip, and damn that swollen piece of flesh turns me on.

“There were a lot of things I wanted to do also,” I tell her. “You have to understand, back then my dad was all I had, where he went, I went. That’s why I left; he was in trouble and needed my help. My biggest regret is that I left before I had a chance to say goodbye.”

“And what would you have said, North, if you’d had a chance to say goodbye?” She asks, licking her lips again, and I know she is dripping with the same desire that I have for her.

There is only one reason a woman shows up somewhere in a tiny dress and a push-up bra. They come to get fucked. Her eyes say take me now and that is exactly what I plan on doing.

“I would have told you to strip down to nothing so I could memorize your skin.” I step toward her and wrap my arms around her waist, she sucks in a deep breath of air as I do and I swear the temperature raises 15° the moment my hands are on her.

“I would have run my hands up and down your naked body Rosie, and then I would have run my tongue up and down your bare skin. Because memorizing your skin wouldn’t be enough, I’d need to taste you too.”

“That’s quite a goodbye,” she says tentatively wrapping her arms around my neck.

“It’s okay honey,” I tell her. I won’t bite.” You can touch me as much as you want. I’ve been dreaming of your touch for ten years.”

“Oh,” she squeaks. “I’ve never done this before and I’m a little ... nervous.”

“Nervous of what exactly? Nervous of seducing a man in the woods, because honey, you appear pretty damn brave.”

A smile stretches across her lips and that makes her laugh.

“I guess it’s kind of true. Honestly, North, I think coming here tonight is destiny. I know that sounds so weird and probably crazy. But, I’ve also been thinking about this moment for ten years. I’ve been waiting for this moment. So when I heard your name tonight, I knew I had to try and see this through.”

My forehead rests against hers and we both breathe in the moment. “You’re not mad, then?” she asks. “That I basically stalked you and seduced you?”

“Oh honey, you haven’t seduced anything yet. So far, both of us are fully clothed.” I cup her face with my hand and tilt her chin to mine.

“Then I guess we have to remedy the situation, don’t we?”

“No time like the present.” And then I kiss her. My mouth pressing against her warm lips, her lips parting, my tongue sliding in, against hers.

Warm light surrounds us as our mouths collide. I kiss her deeply and feel her body sink against mine. Did she really say she’s been waiting ten years for me? Did she really save herself the way I saved myself for her?

Because if so, she’s right. This is destiny.

I kiss her again; I kiss her hard.

I kiss her like I’ve wanted to kiss her forever. She moans under me, and damn that gets me excited, that gets my cock rock hard. And all I want to do is see her skin. All I need is to kiss her until we can’t breathe, kiss her until we see stars.

My hands are on her ass, squeezing those round cheeks as she presses her body against mine.

I pull away from our kiss for one reason and one reason only. To get her out of those clothes.

“Raise your arms,” I tell her.

She does as I say. She steps from her heels, lifts her arms to the ceiling. I take the hem of her dress, and ease it over her hips, over her shoulders, and then drop it to the floor.

Standing before me is a fucking piece of work. Rosie is curvy, her skin so creamy and soft. Her tits bigger than I remembered, and her little pussy covered with a pair of panties that I’m already wishing were off.

“Honey, you are heaven.”

She shakes her head, her eyes rolling automatically.

“How are you single?” I ask her. “How have you not been married and knocked up a dozen times over? How are you here?”

“North,” she says reaching behind to unclasp her bra. “I’m single because I’ve been waiting for you.”

She pulls off her bra, drops it to the floor. And two round globes fall from the cups. Her nipples hard and wanting. I can’t resist her anymore. I don’t want to, and I don’t need to. I pull her into my arms, and I kiss her.

T
he kiss is like music
, and I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. There are so many notes of desire echoing around the room as North plays with my mouth. He works my mouth over like I am the keyboard, tongues dancing, as our bodies press tight against the other.

His chest is bare and something deep within me craves to see what is below the waistband of his jeans. He’s chiseled; my hands run over his bare chest, counting the rungs, there’s over eight.

We pull apart but it’s only because his hard cock is pressing against me, against my belly, awakening my core to a place it’s never been before.

“I have to see you,” I tell him. “All of you.”

He growls, pulling away from me. But he willingly unbuttons his jeans with deft fingers, as if I’m asking him the easiest thing in the world. And right now, I guess I am. I’m asking for the thing that both of us so obviously want. For the thing both of us have wanted for a very long time.

“I’m going to tell you something,” he says, his fingers inching down his jeans. They stop. “I’m going to tell you something, and it’s going to change the way you see me.”

I hold my breath, suddenly scared of what he might say next. The truth is I don’t know North. Like, at all. He could be a murderer or a lunatic, a sinner or a saint.

He could be so many things and the truth of that actually causes me to forget to breathe. Again.

But it isn’t what he might be, that has me catching my breath … it’s the realization that I don’t really think anything he told me would matter.

In this moment what could he possibly tell me that would cause me to pull back, cause me to walk away? Because right now my body is on fire. On fire for him. And I cannot imagine a single scenario that would stop what is pulsing between us.

I know how long I’ve been imagining being with him. And from what he’s told me, I think he’s been thinking of me this whole time also. That means, that this moment is written in the stars. Even if there isn’t a single star in the sky tonight. Because right now, this is supposed to happen. It has to happen.

“What?” I ask. “Just tell me. Because honestly, North, I can’t imagine anything you might say that would cause me to walk out that door.”

North lowers his eyes to the ground, pausing, and when he lifts them, I see the vulnerability that he’s attempting to suppress.

“Don’t hold back now,” I tell him. “What is it about?” When he doesn’t answer right away I feel like I have to keep talking. “Is it really bad?”

I’m hoping like hell it isn’t.

“Oh, honey, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he tells me, pulling my nearly naked body against his chest. “I’m just a little embarrassed because I’m twenty-eight. And the truth is, I’m a virgin.”

My eyes flutter open wide, a smile stretching across my face. Relief washes over me and he has no idea to what extent.

“Really, you’re truly a virgin?”

“Does that make me weak in your eyes, less of a man?” He looks at me straight on once again, sees so deep inside me that I feel something ignite. “Because the truth is, Rosie, I never met anyone I wanted after I met you. I made a vow to myself that wasting my time with anyone else was a fool’s mistake. One I wasn’t willing to make. You ruined me for girls. You made me only want a woman.”

“Any woman?”

“No, Rosie. Not any woman. You. I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for ten years. I’ve been dreaming about spreading your legs, licking your pussy, pumping my cock in your dripping cunt. For ten years. Can you handle that amount of devotion to the idea of a girl I never really knew? Because all I knew is your brown eyes, your curvy ass, your perfect tits. All I knew was your soulful gaze, and your shy demeanor, and your ability to see me. All I knew was enough.”

“But now, it’s not enough anymore is it?”

I know my words tease. I know my words tiptoe around what he’s saying. I know my words aren’t enough for either of us.

“It’s not nearly enough. Now I want to know more. I want to know everything. I told you if I had had a chance to say goodbye I would’ve memorized your body, but this time, I’m not letting you go. This time, your body is mine.”

“Show me,” I tell him. “Show me what that means. Because North, I’ve never been with anyone either. I’ve been saving myself for you, not knowing if I’d ever get a chance to be with you. But the idea of being with you ... it’s been enough. All those nights alone in my own bed, I dreamt of you inside me, and that has gotten me through. That has gotten me off.”

My words cause a surge of desire to unleash within North because he drops his pants and his raging cock is before me. It’s long and thick and way too big for my little pussy.

But I will try. I will try to take him. Try to take him in my pussy. I will try to be his little play thing, let him use my body however he pleases. I will give him anything he wants. Because one look at his cock and my panties are soaked through.

“I tried to imagine what you might look like ... but North, my God.”

“Don’t play games with me, woman, you’ve seen my cock, and you better be ready to show me your pussy.”

“I’ll show you anything. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

I step out of my panties and don’t even care that I am in the living room of a man I just reunited with today.

I am completely naked before a completely naked man, and I’m glad because this is exactly what I want.

Katie told me to be brave, and I will be brave right now, I will tell North exactly what I’ve been dreaming of.

“How do you want to see my pussy?” I ask.

I step toward him, running my hands over his chest, lowering them, but then hesitating as I reach his raging cock. It’s not that I’m scared of it, more like I don’t trust myself around it. Once my fingers wrap around his shaft, I know I won’t let go.

“I want you in my bed. On your back. I want to spread your legs, and I want to lick your pussy up and down. That’s what I want.”

I can’t speak, because my pussy is dripping and my heart is beating fast and all I want is everything he’s just said.

He must sense that, because instead of speaking, he takes my hand, and leads me to his bedroom.