Sold to the Mountain Man Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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My voice breaks on the last word but I force myself to keep talking, telling her things that are cutting me open. “I’m the furthest thing from good. I thought I was managing it, then I met you and now I want…things…with you.”

After my confession, I don’t even dare breathe. I just sit with her in my arms, a monster awaiting judgement from this angel.

She doesn’t freak out. She’s quiet for a long moment before she softly asks, “Like touching each other?”

“And other things.” I want her naked, pressing up against me. I want to touch every inch of her skin and have her touch me in return. “That’s the kind of fucked up I am.”

Her hand slips beneath my t-shirt and she presses her palm over my heart. It’s thumping under her touch. “Then I’m just as fucked up because I want things with you too.”

8

MOLLY

My beautiful, scarred mountain man. How long has he carried this pain? How long has he been made to feel that craving even the slightest human contact was wrong? It’s horrible and awful and completely incomprehensible to me.

He stills when I tell him I want things with him too. His breath catches in his throat, his inhale loud in the quiet kitchen.

Suddenly, it makes sense. In the workshop when I thought he was going to kiss me, he didn’t. He wanted me and talked himself out of it.

I run my fingers along his beard, feeling his firm jaw underneath it. “You could kiss me now. We could start there. I’ve heard kissing is nice and—”

My words falter as he surges forward and presses his lips to mine. It’s awkward and weird at first, neither of us having much experience. But then he pulls away, frowns, and tries again. This time I’m expecting it and I angle my head to match his. Our lips connect in a tender touch, and I like it. I like the way he’s so big and hard everywhere else but he’s soft here on his lips.

I experiment with sucking on his full bottom lip, not sure if I’m doing this right. But then he growls. Only he doesn’t sound annoyed. He sounds…pleased? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what that noise was.

He licks my lip in return, and I gasp at the sensation. He uses my surprise to invade my mouth, his tongue gently exploring and stroking mine.

A shiver runs down my spine. This is why people kiss because it feels so good to be touching each other in such an intimate place.

He only stops kissing me when we’re both desperate for air, our breathing loud and harsh.

“Let me try something,” I murmur. I twist on his lap, brushing against his hardness. I work to keep my face neutral, so I don’t freak him out even though I really want to touch him there. Maybe in time when he knows I’m not going to shame or judge him for the things he needs.

I put my thighs on either side of his and lower myself down slowly. The position opens me up and I release a happy sigh when I feel his bulge against me through our jeans. One day we’ll have to do this with nothing between us.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he says.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it off, throwing it carelessly onto the floor.

His eyes darken when he takes in the sight of my full breasts in my magenta-colored bra. My nipples tighten in response and there’s a pull in my lower belly. Everything in my body is electrified, all my senses sharpened.

He lifts his hand, tracing the swell of my breasts. His touch is soft and reverent, his callouses from years of hard work scraping against my skin. “You’re beautiful.”

My cheeks heat at his praise. I want him touching me everywhere. “It comes off, my bra, I mean.”

It’s hard to concentrate when he’s looking at me and touching me and making me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

He hesitates and that’s when I remember that he probably doesn’t know how to take off a bra. I lean forward, groaning at the soft contact. His bulge is pressing between my thighs and my breasts are against his strong chest. Yeah, we’re definitely getting out of these clothes at some point.

“Look on my back. See the clasp?” I tell him. I don’t know why I want him to be the one undressing me so badly, but I do.

He experiments with it twice before he gets it.

I sit up and look him in the eyes. I want to watch his expression when he sees my breasts for the first time. “Now tug down the straps.”

His fingers shake as he eases them down and drops the bra on the floor. Heat and lust flare in his gaze. For a long second, he doesn’t do anything. I’m aching for him to touch them, to feel them.



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