Her Rough Mountain Outlaw: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 6

by Faye, Madison

  I grinned. “Oh, yeah, tattoos and muscles and charming smiles and gorgeous eyes are so gross, huh Kennedy?”

  Stone rolled his eyes. “Easy, I’m standing right here, lady.”

  I giggled, sliding my arms around his waist. “Well maybe I’m just describing you.”

  “Good answer,” he purred, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me close. His lips brushed mine, and I felt that heat he always brought out in me tease right through me.

  “I take it back. You two are disgusting,” Kennedy groaned.

  “Aww, don’t you want to go on that road trip?”

  “Pass,” she grumbled, blushing as she turned away. “Okay, can we eat? I’m starving.”

  * * *

  Blowing all of us away, Stone made dinner. Let me rephrase that: blowing all of us away, Stone made an insanely good dinner.

  “And here you thought I was just a pretty face,” he chuckled into my ear, kissing my cheek as we all sat back from the table, groaning. At first, both of us weren’t sure about the whole showing affection thing in front of Brooke. Actually, it’d been Stone that’d made a big effort not to touch me the second he came back with my daughter.

  And I got it. I mean, I didn’t want to confuse her either, especially since we’d never really said what “we” were. But then, Brooke, being the genius little sleuth that she was, said it for us in the middle of dinner.

  “Mom, is Stone your boyfriend?”

  I’d froze, fork halfway to my lips, my eyes darting first to my sister, who just shook her head. But then, slowly, I felt Stone’s hand take mine under the table, squeezing it tight. I turned to him, our eyes locked, and I guess I just knew.

  I knew because I knew this was more than just fooling around. This was more than just having fun or whatever. What I felt with this man, I’d never felt before with anyone. Not even close. And all it’d taken was that one look to know.

  “Yeah,” He’d said quietly, grinning at me as he answered Brooke. “Yeah, I am.” He’d turned to her. “That is, if that’s okay with you, kiddo.”

  Brooke had beamed widely and nodded eagerly, and that was that.

  Dinner over, Brooke brushed her teeth and put her PJs on before I helped her up to the sleeping loft.

  “You gonna be okay up here baby?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Aunt Kennedy said she’d come sleep up here too.”

  “That’s nice of her.”

  “Yeah. And Stone told me he’d make sure no sharks came tonight.”

  “He’s really good at that.”

  She grinned. “Yeah. Hey mom?”

  “Yeah sweetie?”

  “I like Stone a lot.”

  “Yeah,” I chewed on my lip, feeling my pulse skip a beat. “Yeah me too.”

  “Goodnight mama.”

  “Night baby.”

  * * *

  An hour later, the small cabin was quiet. I’d showered and slipped on some pajamas myself, now that I had some of my stuff that I’d left with my sister at the motel. Kennedy was up in the loft, snoozing away next to Brooke, and Stone and I were sitting on the couch, watching the last of the flickering flames of the fire twinkle in his fireplace.

  “What comes next?”

  He frowned, turning to me as his arm around me pulled me tighter. “Next?”

  “I mean now what. Do we all just hide out here in your cabin forever, hoping that Darrel never finds us?”

  I saw his face darken, his jaw clench. “I kinda hope he does find us, so I can put him down like the piece of shit he is.”

  His voice was edged in steel and fury, his hand tightening on me possessively and sending a shiver of heat through me.

  Fuck that was hot.

  “We’re going to figure this out, baby girl,” he growled quietly. “On Blackthorn, we really do protect what’s ours.”

  “And I’m yours?”

  “Damn right.”

  His words burned like fire through me as he hissed them into my ear, my whole freaking body shivering and melting for him. I panted, turning, my pulse racing as my eyes met his in the flickering light.

  “Yours, huh?” I whispered heatedly. “Little caveman, don’t you think?”

  “Very caveman,” he groaned, pulling me tight. “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

  I gasped as he suddenly pulled me into his big lap, my legs going astride his waist as his hand slid down to my ass.

  “And just what do you plan on doing to me, Mr. Caveman?” I moaned softly, my voice thick with lust.

  “Sure you wanna know?” he purred.

  “I’m positive I want to know,” I groaned back, rocking my hips and grinding into him. I could feel his huge, thick bulge throbbing between my legs, and I gasped quietly as I moved on his lap.

  “My plan is to carry you out to the garage, tear your clothes off, spread your legs, and have you ride my big thick cock until you come all over it like a good girl.”

  I moaned, panting as I felt my skin erupt into heated flame.

  “The garage, huh?”

  “Trust me baby girl,” he growled, his hand snaking up into my hair and wrapping a handful of it around his fist. I whimpered as he pulled it tight and pulled me close.

  “In here, we’re going to make a scene. And out there?” His lips seared to mine, and I moaned as his tongue found mine. He kissed me slow and deep, teasing me with his mouth before he pulled away, sucking my bottom lip with him.

  “Out there, I can fuck you like I know you want me to fuck you.”

  I gasped as his hands suddenly slid down my body, cupping my ass tightly as his lips crushed to mine. He stood, his powerful arm muscles rippling as he pulled me up and against his body. I kissed him fiercely, moaning into his mouth as he carried me across the room, silently past the stairs that lead up to the two of them sleeping in the loft and out the front door.

  We stumbled across the yard, moaning into each other’s mouths as we moved towards the open doors of his garage. Stone groaned into me as he carried me inside, and when my back slammed against the wall and my legs slid around his waist tightly, I felt a pulse of heat pool between my thighs.

  He whirled us again, this time bending me over the soft leather seat of his motorcycle. I whimpered, gripping at the bike as I felt his hand skim over my hips. He teased at my skin before his fingers slipped into the waist of my pajama shorts and tugged. They peeled down over my ass, and I could feel him growl as he pulled them over my hips, letting them drop to my feet.

  His fingers found my panties next, his breath hot on the back of my thigh as he slowly - agonizingly slowly - peeled them down, exposing all of me to his hungry gaze.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, his growl ferocious like an animal and his hands skimming up and down my legs.

  “Fuck, you’ve got a pretty pussy.”

  His hands tightened on my ass, spreading me. I blushed, knowing he could see all of me but then also loving that he could. Because all of me was his.

  When his tongue dragged over my slick pussy, I cried out, turning my head to bury the moan in my shoulder. I moaned as his tongue dragged up and down my slit, parting my folds as he pushed the tip of his tongue deep inside. He growled, pushing in and out of me, like he was fucking me with his tongue. I cried out, clawing at the bike, arching my back, and pushing back into his face as he made my whole body tremble.

  His tongue slid lower, curling around my clit and making me spasm as the pleasure rumbled through me. He swirled it around my clit hungrily, rolling it under his tongue and teasing it back and forth until I was moaning like a woman possessed.

  Stone chuckled lowly, pulling away.

  “Not so fast baby girl,” he groaned, teasing me. “You don’t get to come that easy.”

  “That- that’s so not fair,” I panted.

  “You’re right,” he groaned, letting his tongue dance over my clit just enough to make me squeal. “It’s not.”

  I moaned, melting as his tongue dragged and teased over
me, maddeningly avoiding my clit. He let his tongue drag up and down the crease between my thighs and my pouty lips, licking and biting and sucking everywhere but where he knew would make me scream.

  I whined for more, moaning wildly and pushing back into his face, desperate for his tongue on my clit again.

  “You want me to lick the clit for you, baby girl?” he growled. “You want me to tongue this pussy how you want me to and let you come all over my fucking tongue?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, gasping in pleasure as he teased me. “Please!”

  “Uh-uh,” he groaned. “Not yet.”

  His tongue slid up, and when he pulled my ass open for his mouth, I cried out as I felt his wicked tongue swirl right over my tight asshole.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out, whimpering in pleasure as I arched my back and clung to his bike. I’d never done this. I’d never even imagined letting a man do this, and run his tongue over my most private place. But with Stone?

  God, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t let him do.

  And when his tongue teased me in my most forbidden place, I knew there wasn’t anything I didn’t want him too to me. I screamed in pleasure, burying it into my shoulder again as his tongue dragged over my tight ring. He teased me, making me squeal as he tongued my ass slowly, making my blood thunder in my ears and my toes curl.

  Two of his fingers slid into my soaking wet pussy, and when he started to slowly ease them in and out, I felt my knees start to shake.

  “You want to come for me, don’t you,” he groaned. His tongue swirled over my ass, his fingers stroking that spot just inside.

  “Please,” I moaned, pushing back into him as my whole body started to tremble and shake.

  “You want this pretty little pussy to come on my tongue?” Stone growled fiercely into me, his hands pulling me into his mouth. “You want to be my bad girl?”

  I moaned wildly, losing myself as that wicked tongue teased over my ass. His mouth suddenly moved to my clit, his lips wrapping around it as his tongue just started to swirl over it again and again, until suddenly, I exploded. I screamed, pushing back into him and crying out as the orgasm suddenly rattled through me, shaking me to my core.

  I was panting, gasping for air when he moved up behind me. I whimpered, feeling his hot, throbbing, naked cock pulsing against my inner thigh. His hands slid over me, gripping my ass tight, one hand pulling back and coming back down, spanking me sharply as I cried out in pleasure. He spanked my other cheek, making me cry out in pleasure as those big, powerful hands slid around my waist, holding me tight as he pushed his fat cock head against my drooling wet pussy.

  And I wanted him. Badly. With everything I had. I wanted him inside of me, claiming me and dominating me - making me lose myself like he did. His thick head slid between my lips, nestling at my opening as his mouth breathed into my ear.

  “Now be a good girl for me, Jackie,” he growled. “Be a good girl and take every single inch of my cock in your sweet little pussy. Make that hot little cunt swallow every thick inch of my big cock.”

  His muscled hips rolled, his abs rippling against my ass as he drove himself inside, driving balls-deep in one stroke. I screamed in pleasure, reaching back and clawing madly at him as he ground that gorgeous cock deep inside my pussy. He slid out, only to thrust back in, his heavy, swollen balls slapping my clit.

  His hands gripped me tightly, pulling my ass up in the air as he started to fuck me hard. Those big amazing hands slid over my skin, gripping my waist tightly as he drove in and out, his thick cock stretching me so wonderfully as he claimed me. He pulled out again, letting the thick, swollen head of his cock throb against my clit, keeping my pink lips stretched around his fat cock head as his hands slid over my hips.

  “Fuck, Jackie,” he groaned. “I don’t know what happens next.”

  “I don’t either,” I moaned, turning my head around as he bent over me. Our lips crashed together, kissing each other fiercely as he teased my pussy with that thick, amazing cock head.

  “But I do know one thing. I know I want you here. I want you here with me always,” he groaned. “Brooke too, and your sister even if you want. I don’t care if I have to build a cabin ten times bigger than this. I don’t care if I have to fend off the whole fucking world to keep you safe, but you’re staying here,” he growled.

  “I’m staying,” I whispered back. And the second it left my lips, I knew it was true.

  “And you’re mine, angel,” he groaned.

  “I’m yours,” I kissed him, and suddenly, he sunk his thickness deep inside.

  His thick hands gipping my small waist tightly, his huge body dominating over me as he started to fuck me with his fat, thick cock. His swollen head drove in and out, driving me fucking wild as his heavy balls hit my clit with every deep thrust. I could feel the heat building, the fire threatening to explode out of me as he moved harder and faster, utterly claiming me as our bodies crashed together over and over.

  He slid one hand into my hair, twisting a handful in his fist as he started to fuck me harder. My moans grew louder and louder, until his other hand moved around, teasing over my jaw until he was cupping my mouth. I whimpered as he slid one thick finger between my lips, and when I started to suck on his finger like a second cock as he drove his in and out of my aching pussy, I knew I was going to tumble soon.

  This was so dirty, and so fucking hot. Just like him. I cried out around his finger, my whole world blurring as I let him - no, begged him to dominate me completely, letting him fuck me senseless like nothing I’d ever felt.

  And suddenly, I felt myself start to fall.

  “Stone-”

  “Make that pussy come for me, baby girl,” he groaned. “Make that pussy come all over my thick fucking cock. I want to feel your pussy cream drip all over my balls,” he hissed, hammering into me, fucking me like a man possessed as I moaned around his finger, my whole body tensing up, ready to explode.

  “This tight little pussy is mine, baby girl. Mine to fuck, mine to fill with my cum. Mine to feel come so fucking hard for me. So fucking come for me. Make that pretty little cunt come for my cock right now, Jackie. Fucking come for me.”

  He drove in deep, and everything went white.

  I screamed into his hand, my entire body wicked with the thunder of my orgasm as it exploded through me. Stone drove his cock deep inside, and when I felt his whole shaft swell up, I moaned even louder. He came hard, holding his cock so fucking deep inside of me and letting rope after rope of his sticky cum splash deep inside.

  And we stayed just like that, panting, reality melting around us.

  Slowly, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight to him as he pulled me up. He slid his cock out, and I could feel his cum dripping out of me, but his hand slowly slipped between my thighs. He stroked my freshly fucked pussy gently, teasing my aching clit and rubbing his sticky cum all over me as I lost myself in his kiss.

  “Mine,” he groaned softly, his lips teased over mine.

  “I’m all yours,” I whispered. “And I’ll stay.” I moaned, kissing him harder, losing myself in him. “Of course I’ll stay.”

  “Good,” he grinned. “Cause I wouldn’t let you leave anywa-”

  Floodlights suddenly blasted through the open doorway of the garage, bathing us in white light. My heart jumped into my throat as Stone whirled, snarling as he shielded me from the lights.

  “Freeze!” A voice boomed out of the night from behind the lights. “This is the police! Come on out of there with your hands up or we will shoot!”

  Stone’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he snarled into the bright lights over his shoulder. “Officer, if you-”

  “Now, shithead!”

  Something sunk inside of me, and a coldness crept over my heart. Because suddenly, I knew that voice.

  ...But I really wished I didn’t.

  “Out! Now, asshole!” the cop’s voice snarled. “And bring that slut of an ex-wife of mine with you.”

  Oh Go
d.

  14

  Stone

  I moved without thinking - on instinct, like an animal reacting to danger. Jackie gasped as I grabbed her and rolled, yanking both of us down and behind the workbench in my garage and out of the light. I could hear the cops yelling, and someone swearing fiercely - the sound of guns cocking.

  My jaw tightened, blood roaring through my ears like a fucking bomb going off.

  They’re aren’t going to hurt them.

  The voice had said they were cops, but I didn’t have to be Sherlock fucking Holmes to bet who was really out there.

  Darrel.

  I didn’t know how the fucker had found us, but I knew damn well that was him and his crooked band of cops out there aiming guns at us. And that meant the rules were different. I’d run from the cops before. Hell, I’d been in standoffs like this where the move was to either get the fuck out fast or put your hands up unless you wanted to get cut in two.

  But then, these weren’t normal cops. There were no rules here. These were guys who’d taken the rules into their own hands. Jackie had told me a bit about her ex and his pals - running guns, running protection rackets, hosting illegal gambling and pimping girls?

  Fuck that shit. Okay, the gambling, the guns, and the protection was maybe stuff we’d have done back in the Lost Devils, but never girls. Never shit like that.

  So no, these guys weren’t going to play by the rules. These were guys that had everything to lose by letting us out of this situation alive, which meant there was only one way out of here.

  I hardened my jaw as I yanked one of the workbench drawers open and yanked out a pistol and a favorite of mine, a sawed-off shotgun. Jackie gasped, her eyes going wide as she stared at me, and then the guns in my hand.

  “Stone-”

  “They aren’t going to touch you or hurt you,” I hissed, my adrenaline blazing through me. “Not you, not Brooke, and not Kennedy.” My eyes hardened as I held her gaze, my hand cupping her jaw. “They’re not going to, Jackie,” I growled. “I swear it.”

  “But they’re cops!” she hissed.