His Runaway Mountain Bride by Madison Faye

I was no stranger to Blackthorn; I was just a stranger to her there. I’d been up there before, months ago when I was hunting down some pieces of shit. That time, I ended up crossing lines I always said I’d never cross. I worked with “bad guys.” Well, former ones, I guess. Outlaws, bikers, rebels—Blackthorn is full of them. But they weren’t out there hiding so much as they were there making a new life of it. It was admirable in a way—a very big way, actually. Especially with the way I’d been feeling about the direction of my own life, even before Lucy walked out.

It’d been a slow walk for years away from the badge. First it was the red tape and bureaucracy. It wore on me and took me away from the shit I really wanted to do. I mean, I was a cop and then with the FBI because I’d wanted to help people. I’d wanted to shield them from evil and darkness. I guess when I started, that’s how I’d seen the world back then—black and white, no grays.

I’d since learned the truth, and it had me on more of a ledge that I even cared to admit.

They were little things at first when it came to Lucy. Some guys might’ve thought she was cheating, but I knew otherwise. I saw what was really happening, but I kept lying to myself. I ignored the obvious signs until they were too big to look away from. Then one day, it was impossible to ignore the crimes right under my nose, and that same day, it was like she knew I knew, because that was the day she ran.

Poof. A ghost. The girl of my dreams, who I’d married, and bedded, and made mine, and swore forever to, was gone in an instant.

After that, the slide got slipperier. My partner, Mario, got clipped not long after that, and the darkness closed in. I blurred lines. I crossed other ones. I’d always seen myself as this white knight golden boy—this fucking hardline for the rules who never bent or bowed for a single fucking thing. But after Lucy, and after Mario, the white armor began to crumble, fast.

And through it all, I never stopped looking for her. Months ago, hunting down Mario’s killers brought me to Blackthorn. I knew later that she’d been living there that same time I dropped in, but through happenstance, somehow, we’d missed running into each other. For a second, after I learned it was Blackthorn where she was hiding out, I wondered if she’d purposefully dodged me that other time. But I knew it was just dumb fucking luck. I knew that girl, and if she’d caught wind of me, she’d have been gone that very day.

Part of me wanted to be angry that she’d been so close under my nose and I missed it. But that night, I wasn’t missing it again. That night, with her back in my arms, I wasn’t about to ever let her go again. Fuck the past. Fuck whatever happened before. Fuck that I was the law and she was the lawless. I didn’t give a single shit anymore. All I knew, and all that mattered was having the other piece of my heart back with me.

Lucy moaned as my lips crushed to hers. I kissed her fiercely and wildly—a demanding, bruising, punishing kiss. A penance for the years she’d denied my lips a taste of hers. My hand slid over her, first on her waist, and then pushing lower to grab her ass like it was mine to grab. She gasped into my mouth, whimpering and moaning as I kissed her hungrily. My hands tightened, and with another gasp from her lips against mine, I had her up in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist like it was second nature—instinct. Like they knew they belonged like that, spread around my hips.

I growled into her mouth, moving with her in my arms through the living room and into the kitchen. Lucy cried out as her back slammed against the refrigerator, and suddenly, it was like we’d turned the clock back. She moaned as my hands yanked her shirt from the waist of her jeans, shoving the cotton up her bare tummy. My fingers slide over her bare skin, and I groaned at the way her stomach caved and shivered under my touch.

“Rowan…” she gasped, whimpering into my mouth as she kissed me hungrily.

“You had to know I’d find you,” I growled, pushing her shirt higher. Her hands dropped to mine, and I grunted as I felt her delicate fingers begin to work open the buttons. “You had to know there isn’t a place on earth you could go where I wouldn’t look.”

“I—I always looked for you,” she moaned. “I looked for you in my review mirror all the fucking time.”

I grunted, giving her another hard, bruising kiss as I shoved her shirt up over her bra-encased breasts. Lucy shivered as my hands brushed over the silky, lacy material, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch. I moved my hands lower, teasing down her ribs and feeling her breath catch. I moved lower, kissing her slowly as my fingertips found the waist of her jeans. The button popped easily, the zipper followed, and my wife moaned as I began to peel them open.

“What—what are you doing?” She whimpered. “Rowan—”

“Remembering,” I murmured, grunting as I started to push her jeans lower. I shoved them slowly over the soft, tantalizing curve of her tight ass, my cock throbbing rock hard between my thighs. Fuck, I swear I could almost smell the sweetness of her pretty little pussy even from there—like I could taste her desire in the very air.

“We can’t just—”

“Yes, we can.”

With a low growl, I had her pants down over her hips, and I shoved them down to her knees. Lucy whimpered as I moved lower, my mouth brushing over the slopes of her breasts. I kissed her soft, supple skin, moving lower and lower as I began to kneel.

“Oh fuck, Rowan…”

She cooed softly as my lips teased down over her sternum, and then her stomach. I kissed lower and lower, her tummy hollowing under my heated kisses as she whimpered for more. My hands skimmed her hips, and when my fingers hooked into the edges of her plain black panties, I groaned as precum dripped liberally into my boxers from my swollen, aching cock.

I liked that she was in something plain and simple. Not a sexy lacy thing, or a thong, or whatever. It meant she wasn’t expecting something, or, fuck, that she wasn’t expecting someone to see her like this tonight. And the savage, possessive beast inside of me roared at that.

I’d done my homework when I’d finally traced her to Blackthorn. I found she was going by Lucy Hanson to everyone who knew her up there, and that she was using an entirely fake name to rent the house, which I’d also obviously found ahead of time. None of my homework had revealed another man, though I’d thought about how I’d react to find there was one. Blind rage perhaps? Savage jealousy? I mean this was my woman. My wife. And any man who’d tried and most certainly failed to fill my place was going to find himself in a world of pain when I caught up with him.

But there wasn’t, and the plain black no-nonsense panties had my cock harder than anything for what they stood for.

My lips brushed her navel, and Lucy whimpered. I kissed lower as I started to peel her panties down, and her breath caught.

“Wait, Rowan, I—I mean, I wasn’t expecting—”

I looked up at her, and her gorgeous face burned red.

“I, um, I need to shave?”

I grinned hungrily. “You think I give a shit about that right now? Or fucking ever?”

I tugged her panties lower, and slowly, they peeled away from her perfect, and I mean perfect little pussy. My eyes swept over her, and over the soft little patch of dark hair covering her mound. The beast in me roared in hunger, and I groaned audibly as I moved in. I could smell her—fuck me, I could smell the sweetness of that cunt, and my cock throbbed with desire. I moved closer, my breath teasing her as her breath caught sharply. A whimpered moan teased from her lips, and when I let my eyes lock onto her sweet little cunt, I knew nothing in this world could stop me from tasting my prize a second more.

When my tongue dragged over her lips, the both of us moaned—her in panting pleasure, and me with raw lust. I groaned as I dragged my tongue over her again, letting it part her silky-soft, sticky lips. Lucy moaned deeply as I pushed my tongue inside, sliding it deep into her pussy as she sank against the refrigerator. I growled into her, my hands sliding up to grip her ass as I tasted her sweet honey for the first time in way, way too fucking long.

I slid my tongue in and out of her, making her squeal in pleasure before I teased it higher. I knew exactly how she liked it, and when I swirled my tongue hard around her aching clit, Lucy went wild, just like I knew she would. She cried out, her hips bucking against my chin as she moaned deeply. Her hands dropped to my hair, her fingers tangling in it as I gripped her ass tight and licked that pretty pussy with everything I had.

I gripped her ass tight with one hand and dropped the other to the front of my jeans. My cock was obscenely thick and hard, tenting the denim and leaving a dark stain at the head where my precum was dripping freely. I gripped the fat shaft, grunting into her pussy as I started to stroke my cock through my jeans while tasting the sweetest little cunt in the world.

Later, I could take my time. But that first time, after years without, I need her to come. I fucked needed to taste her sweet girl-cum on my tongue—to feel her honey drip down my chin until she couldn’t even stand anymore. I growled deeply as I sucked her clit between my lips and let my tongue bat across it back and forth. I swirled it around the little bud as my hand gripped her ass tight and possessive.

Lucy began to moan louder and breathe faster. Her legs shook, her hand tightened in my hair, and as her pussy got wetter and messier, I knew she wasn’t going last long.

“You want to come for me, don’t you, baby?” I growled, pulling teasingly away to kiss her thigh. Lucy whimpered in frustration, nodding eagerly.

“Tell me,” I groaned. “Let me here you say it, baby girl.”

“Please,” she gasped. “Rowan—”

“Please what?” I grunted, moving my lips back to let my tongue give her one long, slow lick. She quivered and moaned, panting as her knees trembled.

“Rowan, please!”

“Please what, baby?” I growled. “You better say it if you ever want me to let you—”

“Please let me come!” she cried out. “Oh fuck, Rowan, please, please make me—oh fuuuuuck!”

My mouth covered her pussy, and my tongue went into overdrive swirling around her throbbing clit. Lucy’s whole body tensed and shuddered, her breath became staggered, and her hands clenched my hair almost painfully as she threw her head back.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuuuuck!”

My tongue swirled around her clit, my hand gripped her ass, and when I growled a low, rumbling growl against her soaked little cunt, she tipped over the edge. Lucy moaned wildly as she came hard against my mouth. I groaned, feeling the flood of her arousal melt over my tongue and down my chin, and I drank every drop of her like a man dying of thirst. I growled into her, keeping her pussy tight to my mouth as I teased her over and over, from one climax to another until it felt like she was about to literally collapse on the floor.

With a groan, I was on my feet and catching her in my arms. Her lips found mine eagerly, hungrily kissing me and tasting herself on them. She moaned as she kicked her jeans and panties down from where they were tangled at her knees off her feet. And suddenly, I had her right back where I’d had her before—in my arms, legs around my hips. Her hands feverishly ripped the rest of my buttons open and shoved my shirt off my shoulders as I yanked her shirt and bra off.

Skin to skin, I grunted at the feel of her body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged over my muscled chest, and my cock throbbed at the feel of her molten hot little pussy pressed tight to my abs.

“Bedroom,” I growled into her lips heatedly. “Where the fuck is your bedroom.”

“Upstairs!” she gasped. “It’s up—oh fuck.”

My mouth leaned down so suck a nipple between my lips as I turned and strode for the stairs. I climbed them two at a time with my thick cock harder than it’d ever been—the sounds of her moans filling my ears and the taste of her pussy lingering on my tongue, making me hungry for more.