The Mountain Man’s Obsession – Thickwood CO Read online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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“You see how good you taste?” he murmured against my mouth.

By the time he pulled back, I writhed, my body like putty for him, pliable, surrendering completely. I thought he’d fuck me then. I wanted him too, but I was tired from my explosive orgasm, so when he laid next to me and pulled me close to his body I sighed in contentment.

We were chest-to-chest, the massive erection he sported pressing against my belly, his pre-cum lightly smearing across my overheated skin.

He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger as he stared into my eyes. “Do you see what you do to me, Charlotte?”

I licked my lips and nodded, and he leaned in and kissed me softly.

“Mine,” he groaned, and I swallowed the sound.

Mateo kissed me again, and I knew in that moment there was nothing better than being in his arms.

“I just know you’ll make me lose control over everything.”

I smiled secretly. That made me feel… powerful. I knew without a doubt that being with Mateo was a forever kind of thing. I felt that down to my bones.

“And I’ve never wanted to lose my control more than when I’m with you.”

And I was shocked by how good that felt. I was happy over how right it was.

Epilogue One

Mateo

Six months later

I’d never needed anything in my life besides a roof over my head, warmth, and food in my stomach. That was, until I saw Charlotte and she made me feel things I’d never experienced before, feelings that were like this wildfire inside me, claiming every square inch of my body until I knew I didn’t want to survive without her.

And now, half a year had already passed, and I loved her—desired her—even more than I did back then.

I’d never been the type of man to care about having a woman by my side, having a partner for life.

Until Charlotte came into my world, when all that changed that one night as I saw her standing by the edge of the mountain, looking down at Thickwood. I might not have known what I was feeling, but when she’d shown up at my cabin the next morning, I knew what I felt for her was real.

Some might say I was obsessed, but I knew it was more than that. It was the beginning of love, and I held onto that and refused to let it go.

For the last six months, she’d been staying at my cabin more times than not. Although she wasn’t in college, I knew it was something she was thinking about doing. I supported whatever she wanted to do, as long as she let me be by her side while she did it. Because not having Charlotte in my life was never fucking happening.

To say I was pleased she still worked at the diner would have been a downright fucking lie. I hated it, hated that men no doubt looked at her, thought how gorgeous she was, wondered if they had a chance with her. So, because she was mine and I wanted everyone to know it, I made sure to eat dinner at McKenzie’s Diner every fucking night Charlotte worked.

Maybe I was overbearing, and I for sure could have been called possessive, but I didn’t give a shit. Let someone try to make a move on my woman and they’d find out how uncivilized I could be.

And so, I knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do so fucking desperately it kept me up at night. I wanted to make Charlotte mine in all ways, legal and otherwise.

I was going to ask her to marry me.

She was by the stove cooking dinner, something she insisted on doing, and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I loved that she did this for me. She was an incredible cook, and the fact that she made meals for me made me feel like I was on the top of the fucking world.

Because she did these things for me.

I walked up to her, my dick already hard, my mind working up filthy images of what I’d like to do with my woman right now. Charlotte still wasn’t aware of me standing right behind her, and that had me grinning. I reached out, wrapped my hand around her waist, and spun her around. She gasped and fell into me as if she lost her balance, and I let out a pleasurable grunt when she pressed right up against my chest. My dick was painfully hard, and I was a crude bastard as I ground myself against her.

When I grinned, I saw the heat bloom in her eyes, watched as her cheeks turned pink from her rising arousal.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered on this little moan.

I walked us backward a few steps and pressed her against the kitchen counter. I lifted her easily so she sat on the granite then moved in closer so I could position myself between her now spread legs. Thank fuck she wore a skirt, because that material slid up her thighs and gave me easy access.



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