Her Rough Mountain Outlaw: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 6

by Faye, Madison

  I resisted, because that was all for her. All of me was hers, and I knew that without even a second’s doubt. All of me, all of my cock, and every drop of my cum.

  I swirled my tongue around her clit, her hips jolting against me as her moans filled the small cabin. I licked her harder, and deeper, tonguing that little cunt like it was mine to devour. Mine to claim. Mine to make come like she’d never fucking come before. Until she saw stars. Until she exploded for me.

  …Until she knew just how mine she was.

  “Now let’s make this pretty little pussy come, baby girl,” I groaned into her. “Let’s make this kitty purr and make you come all over my fucking tongue. That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I growled into her, my tongue batting against her clit as I suckled it between my lips.

  “Make that tight little cunt come for me. Come on my tongue, Jackie. Come all over my fucking tongue, baby girl.”

  My lips clamped around her clit, my tongue swirled over it, and I eased two fingers deep inside her slick, tight little pussy lips. And suddenly, she fucking shattered.

  Jackie screamed as the pleasure detonated through her. Her whole body bucked up against me, her juices dripping down my fucking chin as she came again and again, until she was clawing at the stars and gasping for air.

  Slowly, with long, lingering licks, I pulled away from her. I slid up her body, and before she could say a damn word, I kissed her, hard.

  And fuck if she didn’t just kiss me so hard back I thought I might fall over.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around me, kissing me fiercely, and deeply - tasting herself on my lips and kissing me even harder for it. I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I started to climb the steps. I could feel her slick, hot little pussy tease over the very tip of my cock, and I groaned with the raw need to take her as I climbed towards the bed.

  Like I said - I knew this was a bad idea. I had no idea who the fuck was after her. But right then, I didn’t give a single shit. Because whoever was after Jackie, for whatever reason?

  Well, now they were in trouble.

  Now they were fucked.

  Because now, they had me to deal with.

  8

  Jackie

  Fire exploded through me, and every single inch of my skin ached for more of his touch. For his mouth, his hands, his skin on mine.

  …For that huge, gorgeous looking cock throbbing between his muscled thighs.

  Fuck, I wanted him in ways I’d never wanted anyone before. Animalistically, fiercely - with this passion and intensity that almost scared me. I mean, we barely knew each other, but I wanted him to take me like no other man ever had. I wanted him to dominate me - to make me his and his alone. To fuck me until I was screaming his name.

  He carried me up those stairs to the loft like I weighed nothing - his powerful hands holding me tight and his lips seared to mine. I kissed him deeply, moaning as I tasted my own sweetness off of his mouth, and only getting even wetter because of it. I could feel his muscles rippling under my fingertips, and the way he groaned into me set my whole body ablaze.

  He dropped me down onto the soft, warm sheets of his bed, climbing on top of me and crushing his mouth to mine again, like he couldn’t get enough of kissing me.

  …And hell, I sure couldn’t.

  I moaned into him, wrapping my legs around those muscled, grooved hips and pulling him tight. I could feel his huge cock drag over my slit, the underside of him spreading my lips around his girth as he ground into me. He slid back, letting the thick, swollen head drag over my clit, making me shiver in ecstasy before he pushed it down even more.

  His swollen crown slid between my lips, and my breath caught as I look up into his eyes.

  Dangerous. Rough. Wild. Untamed. Stone was all of those things, and yet, I wasn’t scared of him. In fact, I’d never felt more protected, or safe, than there in his arms with him about to plunge inside. He leaned down, and this time, when he kissed me, it was slow, and deep, and more passionate than any kiss I’d ever even dreamed of.

  “Open up, angel,” he growled into my lips. He pushed forward, letting his thick cock head drag up and down my lips, teasing my opening as his hot, sticky precum dripped all over me.

  “Open that pretty little pussy wide and let me fuck it just like it deserves to get fucked. Let me fill this tight little cunt with every inch of my cock until it comes all over my balls. Open wide, baby girl. Open wide and let me in. Let me show you how a real man makes you his.”

  His thick head pushed inside, and when I felt my walls stretching around him, I moaned in pleasure. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back and my lips crushing to his as he slowly drove inside.

  …And fuck was it good.

  Pleasure bloomed through me like wildfire as he pushed inch after inch of that thick, gorgeous cock deep inside. I could feel myself stretching wide around him, my walls rippling around his girth like I was trying to suck him inside. My legs clasped around his hips, pulling him in, and when I felt him go deeper than anything I’d ever felt, my eyes rolled back and a cry of pure pleasure rumbled through me.

  So. Damn. Good.

  I cried out, arching my back as he plunged all the way inside. His huge, thick, throbbing cock pulsed deep inside of me, and when he ground against me, pleasure exploded through me. Stone pulled back, and I whimpered as I looked down to see my pink lips clinging to his huge girth, willing him to push back inside and fill me again.

  He slid back until just the swollen head was inside, pulsing against me before with an animal sounding growl, he drove back in to the hilt in one stroke.

  I cried out, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he buried himself deep inside. I clung to him, kissing him wildly as he drew back and then right back in. Again, and again, his gorgeous cock began to drive in and out of me, fucking me with deep, powerful, driven strokes until I was clawing at my own sanity.

  Stone groaned, shoving my arms over my head and pinning them there with one hand as he started to fuck me - and fuck me like I’d never even dreamed of. I screamed in pleasure, and I knew we were up in the middle of nowhere, but even then, I wondered if people halfway down the damn mountain could hear me crying out in pleasure as my rough, wild outlaw fucked me hard.

  Pleasure exploded through me, and my whole body arched into him as he plunged into me over and over. Our bodies crushed together, skin rubbing against muscled, tattooed skin as he drove me higher and higher.

  Suddenly, Stone growled as he grabbed my waist tight and rolled us over. I gasped, adrenaline coursing through me and making the pleasure thunder through me until I was perched on top of him, thighs straddling his muscled hips with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me.

  He groaned, his eyes fierce and hungry as they teased over every inch of me, like he was drinking me in. His heated gaze left trails of fire across my breasts, my hips, my thighs and over my pussy before he moved higher, and I suddenly reacted.

  My scar.

  Brooke’s birth hadn’t been easy, and it’d come with complications - complications that meant an unplanned C-section. It’d left me with a thin red and pink scar across my bikini line. It’d also left me with a healthy and happy baby, so I was not complaining. Except, I was always self-conscious about it, especially after Darrel had always said how unattractive it was.

  …And now, here I was with this gorgeous, hot-as-hell sex god of a man, with the lights on, sitting on top of him with his eyes drinking me in. And suddenly, all those insecurities came rushing back.

  My hand slid over the scar, as if to hide it from his eyes as I blushed.

  “Jackie.”

  I raised my gaze to see him looking right into my eyes, slowly shaking his head.

  “You seriously think that scar is gonna turn me off?”

  He shook his head again, and slowly, his fingers slid over my hand, pulling it away.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl,” he growled fiercely. His eyes held mine, so full of fire and ra
w lust before he dragged them back down my body right to the small scar. He reached out, tracing his finger over it.

  “Every fucking part of you is gorgeous, and this right here?” He shook his head. “This right here is just more beauty.”

  He took my hand and pulled it down to his abs, running my fingers over the round scars across his abdomen.

  “Your scar brought life,” he said quietly. “Mine almost ended mine.”

  “What happened?” I whispered, my fingers curling with his on top of his scars.

  “The past,” he growled gently. “That’s what happened. A second chance at redemption. A second chance at finding the life I actually want to lead.”

  Slowly, Stone sat up, cupping my face and kissing me softly as his thick cock throbbed rock hard inside of me.

  “Did you find it?”

  He pulled back, raising one brow in question.

  “Your second chance. The life you wanted.”

  Stone grinned, his hands sliding into my hair and tangling in it as his lips brushed mine.

  “Seems I just might have,” he growled before his lips crushed to mine.

  I moaned into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he started to rock in and out of me. His hands dropped down my back, teasing over every bump in my spine before grabbing my ass tightly in his powerful grip. He growled, lifting me up and then pulling me back down, and when I felt that thick, huge cock of his start to drive in and out, I started to melt all over again.

  We moved faster and faster, panting into each other’s mouths as his thickness drove in and out of me over and over again. I could feel my slippery pink lips stretching around his fat girth, gripping and sliding up and down every inch of him as we moved faster and faster.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned into me. “So fucking perfect.”

  His thick cock thrust into me, his muscle tensing and his growl of pleasure rumbling through me as I started to come apart.

  “So fucking mine.”

  Stone drove into me, holding me so tight as my clit ground against his abs. I slid up and then back down, moving faster, and letting everything go as I just started to ride him with everything I had. His gorgeous big cock filled me again and again, his rough, powerful hands holding me so tight as he claimed me, until everything started to blur.

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he rasped into my lips. “Make this pretty pussy come all over my fat cock. Come for me, beautiful. Come for me right fucking now.”

  I screamed, dropping down on him and taking every single inch deep inside as the wave crashed over me. I cried out into his lips, letting him swallow my moans as I rocked against him again and again as the orgasm exploded through me.

  Stone roared into my lips, and when I felt his big dick throb and pulse inside of me, I felt him crash over that edge after me. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splashed deep inside of me, filling me, pumping me full of him until I could feel the sticky cream leaking out from where we joined.

  His hands held me tight, his lips kissed me fiercely, and my whole body trembled with the aftershocks.

  I still wasn’t sure I wasn’t dreaming all of this. But now, I knew one thing: if I was?

  ...Well, then I never wanted to wake up.

  9

  My hands tightened on his shirt, the wind whipping my hair out behind me as we roared down the mountain road.

  God, this felt like freedom, just like the night before had felt like heaven. I pushed my face into his back, breathing in the scent of the woods around us, the clean mountain air, the smell of his leather jacket and aftershave. All of it washing over me like this shot of something I hadn’t even known I was thirsty for.

  We’d taken our time the second time that night before. After the first time, Stone had laid me out on my stomach, teasing the backs of my thighs with his tongue before he’d straddled me, pushed my legs apart, and slid that gorgeous cock deep inside. He’d gone slow, driving into me with long, oh-so-deep strokes until I’d been screaming in pleasure and begging him to let me come.

  And he had.

  Four more times.

  That morning, I’d awoken to the smell of fresh ground coffee and scrambled eggs, and honestly, I couldn’t imagine any of this not in my life.

  I’d called Larkin earlier, letting her know what’d happened with the car wreck, and that I was okay, and that, yes, I was with Stone after spending the night at his place

  …Oh, you can bet that got a loaded “oh really?” from her. But, please, this was the girl who’d run off from the same shitty small town and crappy job as I just had, and found her prince charming in the form of an outlaw of an ex-biker. I got the feeling her giggled “oh really” was less judging and more “welcome to the club”. In any case, it was going to be amazing to finally catch up with her face to face.

  That’s where we were headed, down to the garage that Axe and Ryker ran together. And not just so I could catch up with my old friend either. They had a jeep Stone was going to borrow, so we could head back to my wrecked car and grab any of my stuff that was still there. And then, the plan was to go get Brooke.

  …What I’d do after that? Well, I had no idea. There was this fantasy part of me that immediately went to this ridiculous scenario of my daughter and I just moving right in with Stone up at his cabin. But, yeah, exactly. It was silly to think about. As sweet and hot as it’d been for him to be all about me being a mom and Brooke and all that the night before, I knew this silly fantasy idea of moving a kid in with the outlaw biker was just that: silly. Right?

  But for now, I had last night replaying in my head, my arms around him, the bike thundering under us, and the forest whipping past us as the sun shone down. For now, life was still the fantasy, even if I knew it was fleeting.

  * * *

  “Oh my God!!”

  Larkin squealed as she ran out of the garage towards us, beaming at me. I jumped off the back of the bike just as she about tackled me, throwing her arms around me and squeezing me tight.

  “It has been way too long!”

  “I know!” I shook my head, grinning at her. “I mean look at you! This whole mountain momma thing kinda suits you, you know.”

  She rolled her eyes. “More than cocktail waitressing in lingerie back in Salt Creek? Fuck, I hope so.”

  I giggled, hugging her again before I looked up and blinked.

  …Good God Axe was big.

  I’d seen Larkin’s husband in pictures of course, but as he walked up behind her from out of the garage, I got my first real look at him. And yeah, the guy was enormous - maybe even a little taller than Stone, and like my biker, all raw muscle and tattoo ink.

  “The famous Axe,” I grinned.

  “The legendary Jackie,” he growled back, flashing me a grin from under that thick beard. He gave me a strong hug before he pulled away, shaking Stone’s hand firmly as he got off the bike.

  “I’d say I’ve told you enough times not go out fucking joyriding during goddamn thunderstorms, but…” Axe shrugged his large frame, glancing back at me.

  “Seems it paid off this time.”

  “I wasn’t joyriding,” Stone smirked, his eyes darting to me. “Just out for an evening ride.”

  “For fun.”

  He shrugged. “Yeah.”

  “That’s literally what a joyride is.”

  Stone just rolled his eyes, turning to Larkin.

  “Will you remind this asshole that he’s not my dad?”

  Larkin laughed, Axe just shook his head.

  “Besides, isn’t two kids enough for you two?”

  Axe just shrugged, moving back to Larkin and circling her waist with his large arm.

  “Maybe?”

  He pulled her close, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Larkin turned and kissed her husband’s arm before she turned back to me, peering at the bandage on my head and some of my bruises.

  “Shit, Jackie…”

  “It’s fine, Larkin. I’m fine. Really. I’m just glad he was ther
e when I went over the guardrail.”

  “Yeah, same,” Larkin muttered, pulling me close and hugging me.

  “Listen, Jackie,” Axe shook his head. “Whatever you need while you’re here? Done. We’ve got you. Look, you don’t have to say what you’re running from, but I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

  Stone growled, turning to him.

  “Watch it.”

  Axe smiled, clapping Stone on the shoulder.

  “I’m not stepping on toes, I’m just saying. Here on Blackthorn, we look out for our own.” He eyed me as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You know my bride from way back, which makes you one of our own.”

  “Anyone comes looking for you, they’ll have to come through us.”

  I looked up, meeting Stone’s fierce eyes as the words left his mouth.

  “Thank you,” I said softly

  Axe cleared his throat, turning to Stone and jerking his head.

  “C’mon, I’ll find you the keys to that jeep.”

  Stone nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and just like it had last night - just like it had the second I’d looked up into those eyes from out of that wrecked car, I felt a shiver tease through me as our gazes locked. He grinned, winked at me, and turned to follow Axe.

  Larkin’s arm caught me.

  “Hey, you sure you’re okay?”

  “I am, yeah. Just banged up.”

  “And your girl?”

  “She’s fine. She’s with my sister Kennedy up in Loggersville.” My lips pursed tight. “Nowhere that asshole can find her.”

  Larkin smiled grimly. “Good. God, I’m so sorry, Jackie.”

  “Thanks,” I sighed. “But, I’m almost free of him. Or, I am, and it hasn’t sunk in yet.”

  I sighed, looking down.

  “Look, Larkin, I- I don’t mean to just crash here indefinitely. I just need-”

  Larkin giggled. “Pun intended? Crash?”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Look,” Larkin shook her head. “You’re not crashing or cramping our style at all. We’ve got the space, although…” she waged her brows. “Seems you found your own place to stay?”