by Zoe Blaze
“No, I will be right out.”
“Ok.”
After showering, I pinned my wet hair in a sloppy bun on top of my head. I wrapped a green towel snug around my body then exited the bathroom. I rummaged through his clothes until I found an MIT navy sweatshirt and red basketball shorts. Retrieving a hair tie from my purse, I wrapped it around the extra waist material. I stumbled upon the washer and dryer. I added detergent then dropped my clothes inside the washer. Peeking in and out of the bedrooms of the beautiful upstairs had my curiosity peaked. Who is Mr. Mountain man?
“There she is.” He smiled pouring hot cocoa into a blue mug. He placed the mug on the opposite side of the counter. He shook his hand after handling the too-hot mug. I laughed as I strolled down the wide dark wood steps into the kitchen.
CHAPTER FIVE
CHRISTIAN
“Are you ok?” she asked taking my hand in hers, then staring into my green eyes.
Sparks flew in that moment. I had to make her mine.
“Yeah, I guess I was a little distracted when I grabbed the mug along the rim.”
We smiled.
I was distracted staring at the angelic creature walking down the stairs.
“Have a seat. I see you found my clothes.”
She climbed into the tall mahogany chair. “Yes, I hope you don’t mind I washed my clothes. I’m a little naked under this.” Emily fanned her hands over her appearance.
My cock bulged in my jeans. Naked underneath, huh? I wanted her naked, standing in front of me now.
“That’s fine. I’ll have clothes delivered today from a shop in the town.”
“I’ll grab my credit card.” She rose.
“Don’t insult me. I will pay for the clothes and that’s final.”
“Thank you.” She blew the hot cocoa before sipping.
“What’s your name stranger?” She smiled.
“Christian.” I sipped the hot chocolate.
I needed to change the subject. I wasn’t ready to reveal my identity. Women get instant feelings because of my wealth. I want Emily’s feelings to develop naturally.
“What did Ross do to make you upset?” I walked around the counter sitting at her side.
“It had to be bad if he lost the title of being your fiancé. There’s no way I would do anything to lose you if you were mine.”
I want to know what the prick did so I can bash his fucking face in.
“All men are the same.”
I placed my hands up between us. “Whoa, don’t put us in the same category.”
She rolled her gorgeous gray eyes to the ceiling. “Fine. I left my aunt’s house early yesterday afternoon to prepare Ross a surprise dinner. When I arrived, I heard noises coming from the bedroom. I peeked inside and there was my best friend riding my fiancé.” She dropped her face in her hands, spilling tears.
The second I find him, he will wish he was never born.
I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry Emily. That was a shitty move on his part. Seriously, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
She lifted her face off my chest. “Oh yeah, even if you knew I was a virgin?” She shook her head.
“We were together for two years. He told me he could wait.”
He knew he couldn’t wait. Probably realized two weeks after meeting her, he couldn’t get to second base with her. He didn’t have what it took to be with a woman like Emily.
I felt my jaw twitch and my skin heat all over. “Well, that’s what the stupid fuck should have done. Don’t fault yourself for his carelessness. He knew the stakes when he asked for your hand in marriage. Where does he live? I’ll bash his fucking head in?”
Her eyes doubled in size. “No! I will not give you his address.”
“Don’t worry sweetness. I’m a man of many resources. I’ll have his address in fifteen minutes.” I rose to my feet.
She stood peering into my green eyes. “I’m thankful for the way you have become overprotective of me. I’ll be fine. I return home Sunday night and I will have to deal with Ross.”
“You don’t have to go back there.” I ran my fingers over her cheek.
“I have no intentions of letting you go Emily.” I leaned down melting our lips together. I caressed her back. Her fingers massaged my chest. She wanted us. I could feel the hunger in her kiss and felt her need in her moan.
She backed away. “This isn’t right. We don’t know each other. I mean, I don’t even know your last name.”
I gripped her face smothering her lips again. My tongue slithered down her neck. “Cole.”
“What?”
“My last name is Cole.”
I massaged her ass. She pressed her hands against my chest, staring into my eyes. “Is it just a coincidence your name is Cole like the mountain?”
I sighed, stepping away preparing myself a stronger drink. Our eyes locked.
“Christian, why didn’t you want me to know your last name?” She sipped the cocoa.
“My last name is why I’m single. When I stroll through town, women salivate at the sight of myself and or my five brothers. I feel like a fucking meal ticket.”
“Behind the possessive, overbearing, determined man, I think there’s a puppy dog in there.”
I waved her off, then slammed the harsh whiskey to the back of my throat.
“I’ll cook breakfast.” Her bare feet padded over to the refrigerator. Emily retrieved ingredients she needed to prepare the meal. I stood aside watching her bang around in the kitchen. A sight I would love to see every day. I could envision our children running around the kitchen and clinging to her legs while she cooked.
The second she poured the pancake batter into the skillet, I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“You don’t have a car, clothes, or a hotel to check into. You’ll enjoy spending time with me.”
My lips trailed down the side of her neck. The way her body reacted I knew she was meant to be mine. That’s why I’m the man who found her. I won’t give her up. My hand slipped below the waistband of the shorts against her bare mound.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking to see how bad you want my tongue to lick your wet pussy. If you are dripping wet, then I know you want me as bad as I want you.” She crossed her legs.
“Flip the pancakes before they burn.”
Her head fell against my chest as I slid my finger along her wet folds.
“Flip the pancakes baby,” I ordered with a throaty growl.
Emily grabbed the skillet handle and the spatula, then flipped the pancakes. I turned off the burner and placed the skillet on a cold eye on the back of the stove.
“Open your legs.”
Slowly, she spread her legs. My fingers slid through her folds with ease.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see how good I make you feel. No other man can ever make you feel as good as I will this weekend and forever after that. Mark my word, Emily.” I captured her lips.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
She swallowed hard. “No.”
“Good, I will smash your little cunt against my mouth until you come multiple times.” I circled her clit again. Her eyes threatened to close.
“Don’t close your eyes. I don’t care about what didn’t happen with your ex. You won’t be able to keep from giving all of yourself to me.” I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth as I kneaded her clit between my knuckles.
“I feel your orgasm rising, Emily.”
“Christian, I don’t like the way I feel with you. I feel out of control.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you do anything you don’t want to do…” I turned her around to face me, then sat her on the countertop.
“Yet.” I winked.
I yanked the shorts down her legs. They fell to the floor. Our lips intertwined. I laid her flush against the cold marble counter. Her chest heaved as our eyes remained glued together.
I spread her legs, massaging her inner thighs, revealing that p
retty, pink, dripping, wet pussy. A huge smile took my face. The virgin, my virgin would only ever know this cock. I leaned in and my tongue darted into her tight little hole.
“Oh god, Christian!”
“Sweetheart, trust me. I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I need you to trust me.”
I flattened my tongue, licking her from her hole over her clit.
“Why does it feel so good?” she cried. Her legs spread wider on the large, dark marble countertop.
My hunger was evident. I growled against her clit as I squeezed her tiny waist. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? No man can ever have you.” I stared into her big innocent gray eyes.
“Emily, did you hear me?”
“Yes, Christian!” she screamed.
“That’s right baby, scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you in the mountains.” My tongue slid within her folds then I tongue fucked her tight hole while I circled her clit with two fingers. I stretched my hand under the sweatshirt rubbing her pebbled nipples. I groaned, sucking her pussy. She tugged at my muscled back and hair.
“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” her body shuddered against my tongue. I drank every ounce of her sweet custard tasting cum.
“Um, you taste so fucking good. I will never get enough of you. Who does this sweet tasting little cunt belong to?”
“You Christian.”
I flicked my tongue against her clit, now palming both of her soft breasts. The more I flicked my tongue, the more she came, and the tears poured down her face. I’d say after the shit she’s been through, she needed the release. And I was just the man to give it to her. I stood pulling her close intertwining our tongues. I’ve never felt this close to a woman. Shit, I never let women get close. Only Emily.
“Open your eyes, Emily.” I yanked the hair tie out of her hair, fisting a handful.
“See how good you taste?”
She licked her sexy lips while massaging my hard chest.
“I’ll never be sated. I can tell just from tasting you one time; you are the woman I didn’t know I needed.”
Her eyes saddened. “Christian.”
“Shush. Look what you do to me.” I placed her hand around my hard, thick cock through my jeans. “You can keep fighting what you know is real. I need to call the store and have clothes delivered. Write on a sheet of paper all of your sizes.”
I helped her to her feet. Her legs were like jello. I slid the shorts back over her ass.
“I’ll help you back to the chair.”
Emily wrote her sizes.
“May I use the phone to call my parents? They are probably worried sick.”
“Sure. I laid the cordless phone on the counter, then stepped away.
I stared through the large front window. The snow was coming down fast and fierce.
Hey, Justin.
What’s up, bro?
I need an associate to bring clothes to my cabin.
I wish I could send someone, but I’m afraid you will have to wait until the weather breaks.
I knew he was right. At least six inches had fallen since last night.
I will call back tomorrow.
Wait, what’s the rush? Are you leaving town, again?
No, the clothes are for a woman who I rescued from her burning truck last night.
Shit, is she, all right?
She bumped her head other than that she’s just fine. Dr. Henson wants to see her tomorrow.
Happy to hear she will be fine.
I will talk to you soon, Justin.
He smacked his lips. All right, brother, you don’t want to give any other details.
I disconnected the call.
I wasn’t sharing any more information with Justin about Emily.
I returned to the stove to cook breakfast while Emily talked on the phone.
CHAPTER SIX
EMILY
Being in the presence of a man like Christian Cole can be intimidating. I knew nothing about Christian nor Cole Mountain. I would imagine he’s rich if the entire mountain was named after his family. Even if he is who he says he is I don’t know him which makes him a stranger. He could be a crazed, sadistic killer. What if there were bodies buried on the grounds of the luxurious property? Although, he made me feel safe. I guess if he wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.
When Christian exited the bathroom wearing only a towel, I tried clamping my lips tight instead they hung open. The most handsome man in the world stood before me.
Staring at his side profile didn’t do him justice. The view from the front left me speechless. His sexy hot features and the sound of his deep voice made every part of my body come alive not to mention his cock. That glorious, rock, hard, veiny, cock stood between us stabbing me in my belly. I wanted to say the hell with my life and stay with him. My panties were drenched the second his thumb padded across my lips.
I was a ball of nerves around Christian. What does a woman do with such a confident man? A man who could clearly get any woman he wanted, not a virgin like me who didn’t have a clue what to do in the bedroom with a man like him. I would be all thumbs. The way he stared at me with that devilish smirk curling those delicious lips, he could tell by my hungry stare I was attracted to him. He wasted no time taking me. The rough and controlling way he massaged my wet pussy sent shivers up my spine. Each stroke of his tongue between my folds, inside my tight hole, and around my clit made my legs shudder. The man had a gift of giving orgasms to me and whoever else he’s seeing. I quickly became addicted to my pussy being licked and owned by him. With each growl he let me know my pussy belonged to him and I belonged to Christian Cole.
I didn’t want him to stop slithering his tongue in and around my soaked pussy. The day I had yesterday was brutal, but he made up for it giving me toe-curling pleasure. I couldn’t turn off the waterworks. With each push of his tongue into my tight hole, I envisioned my best friend riding my fiancé’s cock. The second the dam broke I forgot about yesterday and enjoyed the earth-shattering, hair pulling orgasm Christian was giving. Briefly, I felt like I was the winner after meeting Christian. My life was in New York not here on Cole Mountain. This was supposed to be an escape. I couldn’t believe my car exploded. Christian was my hero.
Hello, Mom.
Emily, where are you? Ross called. He’s worried sick. He said you were upset when you left. I don’t understand. What happened at dinner?
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
I felt Christian’s eyes on me. I didn’t want to rehash what happened with Ross again.
Mom, it’s over between Ross and me. I can’t talk about him right now.
Your father hired him yesterday afternoon.
Shit! I stated, plopping on the sofa.
I ran my fingers through my hair biting my lip as my eyes roamed Christian’s sexy body. I wanted him to make me forget about my cheating ex. I couldn’t get lost in Christian only to leave Sunday.
Yes, now we are stuck with him. Your father can’t fire him because you two broke up.
I know. I needed to change the subject.
Mom, I was in an accident on my way up to Cole Mountain.
Oh my god! Are you, all right?
Yes. I smiled, glaring at Christian.
Christian rescued me from the truck before it exploded.
What? Are you sure you’re ok?
Yes. I have a cut on my forehead. I’m supposed to see a doctor tomorrow, but we are stranded because of the snow storm. I don’t have clothes or my cell.
Wait. You’re stranded with a man you don’t know?
Yes.
I’m stranded with a hot, sexy as sin man.
I have to tell your father. He needs to make his way to Cole Mountain.
Mom, it’s ok. Christian has taken good care of me.
His eyes bulged. Christian turned a deep shade of red.
I laughed on the inside, flashing a smile his way.
I thought chivalry was dead?
Turns out it isn’t. I’
ll be fine Mom.
I will call your father and update him.
Mom, don’t let Dad drive up here. The roads are terrible.
You know, he’s headstrong.
I know, but I slid off the road shortly after the storm so it isn’t safe. I will rent a car the second the weather breaks.
All right. Call us back this evening.
I will do no such thing. You and Dad enjoy Aunt Meme’s party. I’ll call tomorrow.
She sighed. Fine. I love you, Emily.
I love you and Dad. Talk to you soon.
I disconnected the call.
Christian placed a fresh cup of hot cocoa on the counter next to the plate of pancakes and bacon that awaited me. I placed the phone on the counter as I sat in the oversized chair.
Christian leaned against the back counter, sipping the hot chocolate with legs crossed at the ankles. The black button-down shirt fell open exposing his muscled rippled chest. Running my tongue along every ridge of his abs was all I could think about.
