At All Cost: A Mountain Man Romance

by Katerina Winters

  The blood in her body surged like rushing waves in her ears, drowning out all other noises. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Alessia took a cautious step back. Pain flashed through Jax’s eyes as he watched the movement.

  “Wait,” he attempted, lifting his hand to her elbow to stop her, but she just sidestepped it.

  Turning towards the sofa, she ignored all the thoughts in her head and focused on what she desired most. Grabbing the folded quilt off the back of the sofa, she dropped it on the floor between their feet. Looking up, she could see the confusion in his eyes turn to shock as she dropped her knees in front of him.

  Bending, he grabbed her shoulders. "Baby, I wasn't saying you had to…"

  She gave him a coy smile that left him stunned. Reaching up to his jean fastener, she smiled. “I want this too,” she admitted, feeling the button pop free from the hole beneath her fingers. “I have dreamt of tasting you as you use both hands in my hair to fuck my mouth.”

  The scandalous words felt like fire on her lips, it was only his deep pleased groaned that gave her the courage to continue. Unzipping his jeans, she gave him a shy smile.

  “Oh, baby, you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me,” he growled and half groaned as he watched with hooded eyes as she pulled his jeans down his thighs.

  Staring at the black material of his boxers, Alessia couldn’t stop her hands from shaking as she reached for the elastic band. Feeling his fingers spear through her hair Alessia looked back up at Jax.

  His eyes were practically glowing with his arousal as he spoke. “Take off your sweater, baby, I want to see those beautiful breasts naked and bouncing as you suck me off.”

  Her last and only boyfriend had never talked dirty with her like this, Alessia could hardly believe how much she responded to the lascivious words. Complying, she pulled her layered sweaters over her head and unsnapped her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Looking back up at him Alessia's breath caught in her throat at the restrained need in his burning black eyes. Emboldened Alessia reached for the band of his boxers, noting the large bulge and pulled the fabric down. Alessia's mouth watered at the sight of the long, turgid flesh. Gently, she wrapped her fingers at the base, enjoying the mixture of sensations: the searing heat against her palm and is audible hiss between his teeth. The circumcised flesh in her hand was perfect, drawing her eye to the bulbous head at the end. Lifting the stiff flesh, Alessia eagerly leaned forward, bringing the tip to her open mouth. Sliding the bead of pearled moisture across her tongue, Alessia lifted her eyes to his as she flicked her tongue at the tip. Arcs of white-hot heat flashed through her as she watched his chest rise and fall heavily. Sinking his cock further into her mouth, Alessia leaned forward while relaxing her throat until her nose nearly touched the thatch of hair at the base. Holding still, she breathed through her nose as she grabbed at both of his hands, placing them on her head.

  Alessia heard him mumble something under his breath but couldn’t make out what. The feel of his hands tightening in her hair was her only warning.

  Slowly, Jax pulled her head back down the length of his cock until her mouth sucked dutifully just that the tip. Obediently, she stared at him with wide eyes as a bestial gleam glinted in his eyes. Pulling her forward, his hips met her halfway. Jax speared her relaxed throat, feeding his cock through the tightened grip of her fingers first. Again, he pulled back, silently demanding with his pleased grunts for her to suction her mouth around the escaping length. Faster, he plunged himself forward, grunting louder at the wet sounds she made around him. His pace began to pick up until Alessia was moaning frantically at the assault. Letting go of her grip at the base, her body rocked on her knees as he pushed and pulled at her head in a near frantic pace, fucking her abused throat. Alessia's jeans were soaked through, as her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the wet suctioning sounds her mouth and throat were making around his coated cock. She could feel his body tightening, and she increased the suction of her mouth. He was going to cum soon and she intended to drink every last drop.

  Pulling her head back, Jax stepped back from her mouth with a near roar. Gasping Alessia looked up in confusion. Stepping out of his pants and pulling off his shirt Jax stood in front of her naked, every muscle proudly on display.

  "Get up," he growled savagely. Leaning down, he grabbed her under her arms and easily hoisted her to her feet.

  With quick serious movements, he yanked open her pants and tugged them down to her ankles along with her underwear. Kneeling, he surprised her and sunk his shoulder in her stomach and stood. Naked, she dangled over his shoulder as he turned and walked towards the bed.

  “Jax,” she squealed as he flopped her onto the bed. Looking up at him, Alessia’s heart nearly froze at the predatory look he gave her as he stood at the end of the bed naked with his cock jutting out.

  “Tomorrow, I will take my time,” he began as he grabbed one foot and began pulling her towards the edge of the bed. “Tomorrow and the next day and all the days after that, I will take my time dining on your pussy, but tonight I can't take any more foreplay."

  His eyes settled on her breasts and Alessia could have sworn she saw a note of pain cross his eyes. As if snapping himself out of the trance, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. Pulling her towards him more, Jax knelt onto the bed and positioned himself at her entrance. Looking up to her, their eyes met as he paused.

  Realizing he was waiting for her, Alessia opened her arms and beckoned him to her. With one swift stroke, he was inside of her just as his lips met hers. Alessia felt his tongue touch hers just as he pulled his hips back. Responding with her own tongue against his, she let out a sharp moan as he pushed forward inside of her. Again, he pulled his hips back as he slanted his mouth across hers, sucking at her lips before pushing forward. His thrusts were slow but thorough, reaching the deepest part of her. Alessia tried to keep pace, to bring her hips up to meet his, but she found after each of his deep pounding thrust her body submitted more and more. Soon she was reduced to ragged cries as Jax pushed her knees up to either side of her chest. Using his new leverage, he lifted himself up further as he thrusted his hips against her. The mask of carnal pleasure on his face would've scared her if it weren't for the kisses he leaned in to give her, occasionally whispering how good she felt and how beautiful she was. The tension inside of her eventually broke. Screaming Jax's name Alessia's body had no time to gently wind down as Jax's plunging thrust became frantic.

  "Jax please," she begged as the impossible inferno inside of her began to build again, even faster this time. Dropping his head to her shoulder, he ignored her cries snaked a hand between them until he found her clit.

  Both of their cries filled the cabin as the tension inside both of them shattered.

  ~*~

  The rough, scratchy feeling slid across her cheek, startling her awake. Opening her eyes, Alessia giggled at the two gray orbs staring at her expectantly before licking her cheek again. Reaching up to the kitten, she scratched at his neck gently.

  “What are you doing out?” She cooed as she looked to her left to see Jax awake and smiling back at her.

  Shirtless still, Jax was on his side, leaning his head on one hand as he propped himself on his elbow. The defined lines of his pecs and abs called to her, awakening the rest of her body.

  “I figured I would take him out of the bathroom now to get in some cuddle time, so I don’t have to try and go piss later and listen to his dissatisfied cries,” he said, running a hand through his wild hair. “A man can only be so strong to withstand those eyes staring at you with accusation.”

  “Aww,” cuddling the kitten closer to her cheek, Alessia laughed softly. “Poor baby, I got up in the middle of the night too and played with him for a bit.”

  “I know, I heard you baby-talking him when I missed your presence next to me.” The underlining sensuality of his words made her very aware of both of their nakedness under the shared cover.

  Last night when they finally did
go to sleep, Alessia felt the ridiculous urge to cry. Wrapped in Jax's arm, she had pushed the feeling out of her mind, somewhat hoping the inane feeling would simply disappear. It didn't, and it was back stronger than ever, especially when she looked at Jax’s content face. She wanted to just say it, to admit to him the thought she was thinking but self-doubt plagued her.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jax shift on the bed before becoming still. She could feel the pressure of his dark gaze, observing her.

  “What are you thinking?” His tone had lost some of the higher playful notes he had moments before. “You’re quiet.”

  Crap. Was she that obvious darn it? Nervously, she focused on teasing Whiskers, who played merrily on her stomach while avoiding Jax's eyes. "Last night was great," she began hesitantly, already feeling really dumb about her next words.

  The bed jostled next to her abruptly. Looking over, Jax was sitting straight up now with the covers bunched around his narrow waist. The hard searching glare he shot her surprised her. “Why do I feel like you’re going to say “but”?”

  Sitting up with a sigh so that the headboard was to her back and the covers were tucked underneath her armpits, Alessia gave him an apologetic smile. She was really messing this up. "It's nothing like that it's… It's just. Lord, I don't know," she moaned, looking up to the ceiling as she felt her courage slipping. "I feel really dumb, even saying this but…” When she looked back at him, Alessia’s heart lurched at the malevolent expression on his face. “What’s wrong with you?!”

  Jax's eyes widened as he held out both hands in exasperation. "What do you mean, what is wrong with me?! I wake up with every intention of kissing, laughing, and hell, I don't know, maybe making us both cum a few times before breakfast." With each word, his voice grew louder and somehow deeper. Yanking back the covers, he stood up from the bed in all his naked muscled splendor and angrily swiped his jeans from the ground as he pointed to her. "And before I can say a Goddamn thing, you’re dropping a “it was great but I don’t see this going anywhere” speech.”

  Shocked and shamefully aroused by his confessed intentions for their morning and not to mention his bobbing dick, Alessia sat up straight and tried to drag her eyes back upwards.

  “Wha—what are you talking about I didn’t say anything like that?” She stammered.

  “Eyes up, Alessia,” he gestured with his fingers to look upward and gave her a smirk despite his anger. “So, just spit it out.”

  "Well, I'm trying," she snapped back, beyond flustered and unsure where to look to keep her eyes from traveling back south. Shaking her head, she glared at him. "Look, is there any way you can just put your penis away while we are talking?"

  "No, because I have every intention of using it in a second," Jax's eyes glowed with promise as he boldly stepped closer, dropping the pair of jeans in his hand. "Now, say what you are going to say."

  “Why are you like this? Why are you being so mean all of a sudden?” She pouted.

  Groaning, Jax shifted on his feet, clearly not expecting her to change the course in the argument. Running a hand through his hair, he kneeled onto the bed. "Because when I get nervous, I just get angry."

  “Why are you nervous?” She pressed.

  "Because," he emphasized the word as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her across his lap. By now, Whiskers had grown tired of them both and ran off. "I had an incredible experience last night with someone I can't get out of my head, even for a second and the first thing out of her mouth the next morning is a textbook break-up vernacular.”

  “I don’t want to break up with you,” she whispered. Being so close to him was nearly as bad as staring at his sculpted abs and bobbing penis.

  Leaning forward, she let her face rest in the crook of his neck. "The opposite actually. It feels a little premature and I'm not even sure if it's some sort of "suspension bridge" effect but I… I think I'm falling really really in love with you."

  She felt rather than heard the vibrations of him muttering a curse underneath his breath. Shifting his weight, he tilted her back in his arms, forcing their eyes to meet. "First of all, we're going to have to work on your communication skills.”

  “You mean work on your anger issues?” She countered with a deadpan stare.

  “Fair point,” he nodded with a grin. Lifting her up a little higher against him, he kissed her softly. "I love you, Alessia."

  With a big smile, Alessia leaned back in his strong arms with a sigh, letting the covers slip off her breasts. With her chest thrusted high just beneath his face, she gave him a soft, inviting look. By the carnal look that passed through his black eyes, she knew what was to come.

  Spearing her fingers through his wild hair, she pulled his face closer. "I want you to tell me you love me at least five more times before we get out of bed."

  Lowering his mouth to her pert nipple, she let out a whimper as he suckled it roughly, feeling his hands simultaneously slide up to the juncture of her thighs. "How about we don't leave the bed at all and I'll tell you how much I love you at least twenty times while I fuck you on your hands and knees."

  Chapter 16

  It was funny the way his life worked. Growing up, all Jax could think of was leaving that miserable small town in Mississippi, to get off that farm and go live in the city and travel the world. No more waking up at dawn to do chores, or spending his weekends trapped miles away from civilization. The ironic part was when he finally did escape by joining the military, he eventually found himself yearning for his simple life again. When he first came out here to Oregon, Jax wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting. There was no real goal or concrete plans. He had simply pulled up to his empty plot of land and a trailer full of lumber and got started. He didn't know he was missing anything until he tossed the sassy five-foot-five girl from his shoulder onto his couch.

  At first, Jax felt sorry for her. There was something too familiar about the rage and despair that shined back through those cinnamon-brown eyes. But it soon became evident as he woke up every day to her smile that he was the one who needed saving. He had been dying out here in these woods and he didn't even know it.

  She had saved him. She was sent by God, the heavens, hell, the fates even. It didn't matter, though, because she was here with him right by his side whispering her love for him every time he pushed himself into her warmth.

  Each morning he attempted to get up and start the day after placing a kiss on her neck. One kiss would turn into three until he felt her familiar waking shiver to the scraping of his beard against her soft skin. Many mornings were now spent with him pulling down the sheets and positioning her naked body for his siege.

  He had become addicted to her. It was unbelievable how fast and how hard he had fallen in love with Alessia, and though the revelation should unnerve him at the very least, he found himself accepting it with relish.

  “No, Jax. We have to go," Alessia whined, pulling at her hand in his grip. "You said you would take me back to the library an hour ago… Oh my God, Jax, no!" She squealed louder as he easily reeled her across the bed towards him.

  With a satisfied grin, Jax laid-back on the pillows with one arm behind his head and waited. “Oh, and I will, baby, once you give me my promised morning meal.”

  Her face contorted as she gave him a pleading pout, finally giving up her struggle as he urged her upwards.

  "I can't Jax, it's so embarrassing," she avoided his eyes as she spoke, but he could feel the excited tremble run through her as he reached under her nightshirt for her bare hip.

  "But I want to," he emphasized softly. "And I have no intentions of getting out of this bed until I get what I want. Now, take off your shirt, baby." Although his command was gentle, he knew she could hear the underlying steel edge he put to it.

  To his blessed surprise, Jax discovered his little angel secretly loved to be sexually commanded. The heated flare in her eyes as he issued orders sent waves of unholy lust spiraling through his bloodstream.

/>   Reluctantly, she sat up and grabbed the edges of her shirt and paused, looking around. “Did you let Whiskers out yet?”

  “Nope,” he replied, already feeling his dick swelling beneath the covers in anticipation. “I can’t have that little innocent witness this.”

  Biting her lip to keep from laughing, Alessia finally complied, pulling the long sleeve nightshirt over her head. Completely naked, she tossed the shirt behind her and gave him a sensual look. It took everything from him to resist sitting up and popping one of those dark buds into his mouth. She was almost too much for him at times, her beauty and her soft, responsive body constantly threatened to drive him over the edge.