Wild Rugged Daddy_A Single Daddy Mountain Man Romance

by Sienna Parks

  “Fuck me, Jax.” His hand slides between us rubbing gentle circles on my clit.

  “I’ve imagined this moment so many times. I want to take my time and savor you.” His lips find my neck in the darkness, our senses heightened as we kiss, caress, grind, and claw at each other. It’s animalistic—primal—and I’ve never felt so aroused. I can’t tell where any of the furniture is since the lamp is at the other side of the shelter. Jax sets me down on what I think is a desk, his hands clasping my face as he ravages my mouth with his tongue.

  My nails dig into his back in an attempt to get closer to him. Even an inch between our bodies is too much space. His shoulders are broad, his muscles taut as I run my hands over his torso feeling his happy trail before reaching the promised land. I grip his thick shaft relishing his grunt of approval. His dick is hard as steel wrapped in velvet-soft skin. I can feel the pulse of his arousal coursing through his veins, and all I can think about is him sliding balls deep inside me finding his release in my body.

  “You need to stop pumping that pretty little fist of yours right now. I’m going to shoot my load before I hear you cum at this rate.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” His arms tighten around my waist before flipping me over, my breasts now pressed tightly to the surface of the wooden table. I don’t care—it’s beyond erotic.

  “Spread your legs, darlin’.” I do as he asks without hesitation, my pussy already wet from his fingers teasing me. I can’t see what he’s doing, but after a few moments, his tongue licks from my clit all the way back to my entrance. “You’re already drenched. Good girl.” He continues his delicious ministrations driving me to the edge of insanity, but as my muscles tighten on the brink of orgasm, he stops.

  “Oh God, Jax. Don’t stop.” I can hear the rustle of his jeans before a string of expletives.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have a condom!” His hands rub up and down my sides. “I’m sorry, darlin’.” I feel the scruff of his chin as he makes his way down my back and over my ass. As much as I love the feel of his tongue, I need to have him inside me.

  “Jax, I want you to fuck me, please, don’t make me beg.”

  “I’m trying to be the good guy for once. I don’t want to get you pregnant. You’re not ready for that kind of commitment.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I know I’m clean.” I hear him punch the wall next to us. “What did I do wrong, Jax? Talk to me.”

  “I’m all wrong for you. You assume I’m worried that you’re gonna give me an STD, but you trust me implicitly to ride you bareback.”

  “Are you clean?” I’m slightly irate that we’re even talking right now.

  “Yes, but that’s not the…” I twist to face him, cutting him off with a kiss.

  “Then fuck me, Jackson McKinney. I want you… right here, right now.” He’s on me in seconds—our kiss a frenzy of tongues, teeth, and lips. He pushes me back down on the table, my legs trembling with desire. His hand slips between my thighs, his fingers teasing my folds until he thrusts two fingers inside me. I gasp in delight.

  “God, you’re tight, darlin’.” He continues to pump his fingers in and out of me before adding a third. It feels amazing—his warm masculine hands teasing me with every stroke. When he’s sure I’m ready for him, he grabs my hips, his hand wet with my juices, and pushes into me with one long, languorous thrust.

  “Oh, fuck!” I can’t help but cry out. I feel so full, stretched to the limit, and when he kisses down my spine, his hands move around to caress my breasts.

  “Sorry, baby. I got a little overeager there. Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I whimper.

  “Good. You’re so tight, I’m not sure you’ll be able to take all of me.”

  “What?” I try to mask the shock in my voice.

  “I’m only halfway, darlin’. Trust me, you’ll know when I’m all in. I’ll go easy.” His movements become slow and steady, the walls of my pussy moving with him to accommodate his girth. It’s a delicious pain that lets me know I’m alive. I’m lost in the sensation when a piercing agony rocks me to my core leaving my body shaking.

  “Oh God, Jackson.” He turns my head just enough to kiss me, his tongue keeping rhythm with his hips.

  “I told you, you’d know. You feel so fucking good, Savannah, so slick and wet, warm and tight as a fucking drum. God, I love you.” His words soothe the pain leaving only love, lust, and a thirst for more. “I’ve never had sex without a rubber. Riding bareback is…” The words die on his lips as he rides me harder with each thrust. I’m overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasurable pain.

  His fingers snake around my front finding their way to my clit sending a shudder through every cell in my body. My name trips from his lips in a litany of worship as he pounds into me, a juxtaposition to his gentle caress of the tiny bundle of sensation that threatens to send me over the edge.

  He leans over whispering in my ear, “I want you to cum with me.” His fingers pick up speed throwing me into sweet oblivion as his lips capture mine. He bucks wildly chasing his orgasm following me over the edge in a tangle of limbs screaming each other’s names. “Savannah. F-u-c-k!”

  “Oh my God, Jax! I love you.” As we ride out the aftershocks of our joint release, he wraps his arms around me resting his head on my spine.

  “I love you so much, Savannah.” He carefully pulls out before turning me to face him. I feel a warmth trickling down my thigh, the evidence of him spilling inside of me. I can barely see him in the dark, but his eyes are alight with… satisfaction, love, happiness. I begin to shake in his arms overcome with emotion. “Let me get you that shirt.” He gives me a chaste kiss before disappearing into the darkness as I slump back onto the table—exhausted and exhilarated. He grabs the lantern from the floor on the other side of the room and finds the dry plaid shirt.

  “A shirt and no panties? Mr. McKinney, what kind of girl do you think I am?” His grin matches my own until he takes a step closer. The brimming smile on his face turns to horror.

  “Fuck! You’re bleeding. Are you okay? Did something cut you? I knew I should have been more careful in the dark.”

  “I’m fine. No big deal. Where’s my wet t-shirt? I can get cleaned up.” The moment the lantern lights my entire body, Jax stops dead, his eyes darting between my legs and back up to my eyes searching for a reason I would have kept this from him.

  “You were a virgin?” I grab the shirt from his hand suddenly self-conscious about my nakedness.

  “It’s not a big deal, Jax. I shouldn’t have done that. The blood… you weren’t wearing a condom.” I busy myself looking for my t-shirt and using it to wipe away my blood mixed with Jax’s cum.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I don’t care that your blood is on my dick. I care that you don’t seem to think this is a big deal.”

  “Can we just drop it?”

  “No! I just took your virginity! How is that not a big deal to you? Why would you lie about something like this?” I take a step toward him, but he quickly retreats pulling on his jeans.

  “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you.”

  “You’re going to go with the lie of omission defense? We’re in a fucking storm shelter, in the dark. I took you from behind for Christ’s sake! If I’d known…”

  “You’d have treated me differently, and I didn’t want that. I wanted you… uninhibited, raw… you.” He paces the floor running his hands through his freshly fucked hair. He’s never looked more beautiful than he does now.

  “Of course, I would have done things differently! I didn’t ask because I assumed you had slept with a boyfriend or two.”

  “Well, I haven’t. Isn’t that a good thing?” I reach for him, but he won’t come near me. The hurt in his eyes as he stares back at me is soul-destroying.

  “Don’t twist this around on me, Savannah. This is a major thing to keep from someone. I think I’ve been pretty understand
ing when it comes to your unwillingness to open up to me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t insult me. You’re secretive, I hardly know anything about you. You’ve got the upper hand on me at every turn, but I didn’t care because I was falling for you. You told me you loved me today.”

  “I do!”

  “You don’t hide something like this from someone you love. You used the town manwhore to make sure you got off your first time! Needed someone with extensive experience, did you? Is that what the people of this town told you?”

  “No! Jax, please.”

  “I have to get out of here. I can’t think when you’re around. Stay here, I’m going to check on the storm.” He hands me the lantern and heads for the stairs. When he opens the hatch, the silence that resonates fills me with dread. As much as I’m happy there’s a break in the storm, I wanted more time with Jax to explain. I’d need to know the answer myself to explain, and honestly, I don’t know why I kept this from him. When he has the horse under control, he beckons me up, all warmth gone from his voice.

  “Jax. Can we please sit and talk this through?” He holds out his hand pulling me up behind him on the majestic but wild mustang. It suddenly makes sense to me why he loves working with these animals. It’s not the thrill or the danger—they’re misunderstood, just like him.

  “I need to get you back to the house before the next band of this storm hits. We don’t have time to talk about this now. Hold on.” I wrap my arms tight around his waist grateful for the contact. I didn’t think him finding out I was a virgin before we slept together would create such a wedge between us. He holds the unbridled horse by its mane and takes off at a gallop. The rain is still coming down hard, but Jax doesn’t falter. I rest my head on his back to shield me from the sting of the water hitting my face. He’s in complete control of this horse—powerful and dominant—breathtaking to behold.

  By the time we reach the ranch house, we’re soaked. Jax drops me at the back porch shouting to Maddox to open the door.

  “Get her inside and keep her here till the storm passes.”

  “What’s wrong, man? The horse give you trouble?” Jax glances at me before turning his attention back to his friend.

  “No. Easiest ride of the day. I’m going to settle him in the stables and head back to my apartment.”

  “Don’t be stupid. You need to stay here until the storm passes. It could be days. You don’t have the supplies at your place.”

  “Stop second-guessing everything I do, brother. Please, just take care of her until this passes. I can take care of myself.” Maddox sees something in his eyes—the pain I’ve caused.

  “Come inside. A.B. will have some clothes you can wear.” I follow him inside taking one last look at Jax as he rides toward the stables… and away from me.

  JAX

  I sit outside my apartment watching the dark clouds overhead, sheet lightning illuminating the sky with a fury that only serves to reassure me of a higher power in this world. The crack of thunder is deafening letting me know it’s getting closer. There are few things in my life I can control. You don’t get to choose what family you’re born into or which town they’ll raise you in. Anything I have had control over, I’ve made a mess of. That said, I wish I could control the weather right now.

  I shouldn’t have left Savannah at the ranch, but I didn’t want to say or do anything else I’d regret. I’ve never professed to be knowledgeable when it comes to the way women’s minds work. I understand biology—the female body is an instrument to be played with absolute precision—ridden like a wild mare—and worshiped with reverence. Relationships are something I’ve avoided until now, but I thought Savannah was my chance to change.

  I’ve gone over it so many times in my head asking myself why she would lie to me about something as important as her virginity. Did she think it would mean so little to me? Is that the way I portray myself? I told her I loved her, and when she came to say it back, I didn’t skirt around the issue—I reinforced my feelings with conviction.

  Day one of the storm, I thought my apartment would survive without any damage, but the rain and winds have been unrelenting. Day two, water began creeping closer to my door, and by that night, I knew it was time to get out with anything I could save. The rest has been a blur.

  Savannah’s been at the ranch for four days now. God only knows what she thinks of me for leaving her there. By the time I made it back to my place, the power was already out. I took that as an excuse to switch off my phone—certain that Maddox would inundate me with calls or texts demanding an explanation. Or worse—messages from Savannah. The ranch has a backup generator, so I know they are safe and comfortable. I’m sure I’ve been the topic of conversation around the dinner table more than once, but I needed to clear my head. I made a split-second decision, as always, and Mother Nature must be laughing her ass off now. Four days of endless rain and lightning storms that would put Thor to shame.

  Half the town is underwater, and I’ve busied myself helping to evacuate people to the high school. All roads leading to the ranch are impassible. I trust Maddox with my life—if he had to get all of them out of there, he’d find a way. It’s who he is.

  Being able to help others has been selfishly cathartic for me. I’ve barely had any time to obsess over my fight with Savannah. Yeah, I’m still pissed she didn’t trust me enough to be honest with me, but as I look around the crowd of people I’ve known all my life, I’m humbled by their camaraderie. I rescued people who’ve known me since the day I was born—helpless and afraid as they crouched on top of their cars waiting for a boat to come and get them out of there.

  I’ve never felt so connected to my town. Tragedy can spark such an appreciation for life, and the blessings we have rather than focusing on what we want. Am I going to let a fight with Savannah stop me from giving us a shot at happiness? I’m consumed with the need to talk to her, to understand why she felt she couldn’t talk to me about this before we took such a big step. If I had even an inkling that she was a virgin, I would have done everything in my power to make it special for her. It certainly wouldn’t have scared me away. What scares me is that she seemed to treat it with so little regard after how long we waited to be together. I’m angry, but at the same time, I feel privileged that she gave me such an amazing gift—just not the opportunity to treat it with the reverence it deserved.

  The rescue efforts have been going on for days now. I haven’t slept in forty-eight hours, but the fire chief just informed me everyone is accounted for including Mustang Ranch.

  “You spoke to Maddox?”

  “Sure did. Water levels over there are beginning to recede. He’s going to bring down as many supplies as he can tonight. Do you think you could take one of the boats and give him a hand? We need as many blankets and clothes as possible, bottled water, and whatever food stores he can spare.”

  “I’m on it, chief.” He slaps me on the shoulder with a wide grin.

  “I know, boy. We couldn’t have done this without you. You’re becoming the man Bobby always said you were. Be proud of yourself.” A lump forms in my throat. I didn’t realize how much I needed someone to have faith in me right now.

  “I miss him.”

  “We all do. Surprised you weren’t riding out the storm over there with Maddox.”

  “I had some stuff to take care of at my place. Glad I did… I wouldn’t have been able to pitch in over here if I’d stayed at the ranch.”

  “Amen to that.”

  I make the necessary preparations to head over to Mustang—to where Savannah is safe and dry from all this carnage. I’ve been trying to put everything with her to the back of my mind and focus on being useful around here, but now that I know I’m about to see her, she’s all I can think about.

  It’s disconcerting to boat down the country roads you’re used to driving on a daily basis. It’s like being in an alternate universe. All familiar landmarks are transformed into unexplored new worlds. It take
s longer than it would in my truck, but eventually, the gates of Mustang come into view, and my heart swells with gratitude. These people are my family, and this place is home to me. Maddox is out in waders putting together a pallet of supplies for the shelter.

  I dock the boat in what is normally the pathway to the porch, tying it to the wooden balustrade. The moment Mad sees me, he strides toward me, his imposing frame sending waves rippling through the water. I step out of the boat apprehensive of his reaction, but he pulls me into his arms holding me tight for a few minutes.

  “Don’t you ever do that to me again, bro. I didn’t know if you were dead or alive. I’ve never been happier to see that ugly face of yours.”

  “Sorry, bro. I’m okay.” He pushes me back before punching me full force in the arm. It’s completely dead.

  “You motherfucking asshole! How could you leave your girlfriend here and bail like that? Rae has been beside herself worrying about you, and Savannah has barely spoken a word since you left her on the porch. You’re a dickhead.”

  “I know, I know. Did she tell you what happened?”

  “No. Her and A.B. keep disappearing into the bedroom, but I have no idea what they were discussing.”

  “Thank fuck.” He punches me a second time in the same spot. “Stop! I know I’m an idiot, I don’t need you pointing it out to me.”

  “Go and talk to her. Now! I’ll start loading the boat, and we can get this stuff over to the high school.” He slaps me on the back. “I’m relieved you’re okay.”

  “I know, man. Me, too.”

  I stand at the front door afraid to step over the threshold for the first time in my life. I didn’t even stop to think how all of this would affect Rae. I should have known she’d be worried about me—I’m the only uncle she has. Her wrath will be bad enough, but A.B. and Savannah are going to tear me a new one… if Savannah will even talk to me.

  “What are you waiting for? Open the fucking door! What are you? Chicken?” Maddox shouts from the barn.

  I slowly twist the handle taking a deep breath as the door swings open. I don’t know what I expected—that somehow the changes I saw on the way here would impact this place. Everything is business as usual. Pops is cooking pancakes for Rae in the kitchen, A.B. is engrossed in a phone call that sounds doctor related. I assume she’ll be coming with Mad and me when we head back to town. Doc Barnes has been dealing with anyone who needed treatment, but we sure could’ve used her these past few days. I knew Mad wouldn’t risk her traveling at the height of the storm, but now that I can get them there safely, she already has a bag packed by the front door.