His Runaway Mountain Bride by Madison Faye

God, I’d missed that. I’d missed him, and the way he made me squeal and gasp and come.

Rowan was the only man I’d ever known—my big brother’s friend, the gorgeous, blond-haired, panty-melting golden boy. Back then, I was this angsty little goth girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and Rowan was the opposite. He came from a good, loving home. He was top of this class, and the quarterback king of the school, and on his way to greatness at some lofty ivy league school.

And I wanted him.

It was probably Rowan himself that made me realize what “want” even was. I mean he was five years older, my brother’s friend, and I was probably invisible to him. I spent years secretly lusting over him, spending my nights dreaming of ways I’d seduce him, or ways he’d stride into my bedroom and just take me. It was all pretend, of course—all stupid fantasy. But then one day, Rowan Turner came back, and when he did, something had changed.

He’d gone away a hot guy. He came back a hardened, growly, gorgeous man. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one who’d grown up. That first summer when he came back to town, I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and ready to take on the world. Rowan was twenty-three, a degree in criminal justice and one year of police academy under his belt. Lockton had an opening for a junior cop, and suddenly, my fantasy crush was back in town permanently. We bumped into each other, looked into each other’s eyes, and I don’t think we ever looked away.

After that, I was done for. We fell hard, and it was like every fantasy come true. He was my first, and it wasn’t long before we moved in together. A year after he came back to town, we said our vows and exchanged rings, and suddenly, I was Mrs. Rowan Turner. And for two years, it was perfect.

Well, sort of.

The problem was, deep down, I knew I wasn’t who he thought I was. Sure, he knew I was a bit of a firebrand, and sassy, and came from a rougher background. But he never knew it all, because I never wanted him to. Before my brother Shepherd and I and our mom moved to Lockton, we’d literally had to fend for ourselves. Shep was the tough one—the one who could hit back twice as hard as anything he got thrown his way. But I wasn’t six-four and full of muscles. I’d had to learn to be sneaky. I had to learn how to steal food if I wanted to eat dinner some nights.

First it was for food, out of desperation. But then it was for fun—clothes, makeup, CDs, and anything else a teenage girl might want that I couldn’t actually afford. But after it was for fun, I started doing it for a challenge. Then I got noticed by people who looked for skills like that, and then it was for a future. But then Rowan came home, and I fell head over heels. And then the thief married a fucking cop.

So it worked, sort of, for two years. But then, it all came crashing down. I ran because I had to. Because like I said, we were only ever going to end one of two ways: me ruining his life or him throwing me in jail. My future was doing what I was seriously fucking good at, which was taking things I wasn’t supposed to take. But I’d married a damn police officer who was very busy applying to the freaking FBI, and the reality of that was too much. There was Rowan staying up late studying for his entrance exam into the Bureau, and I’d be out pretending to be working a waitressing job when I was actually opening someone’s hidden safe.

The lies stacked up more and more until it felt like I was cheating on him, and it made me sick. So, I ran.

…But I wasn’t running or lying anymore. Even if I wanted to tell myself I still could, I knew the chase was over. After two years without him, one damn kiss and I was done for all over again. And with my heart still racing from his mouth making me come so fucking hard down in the kitchen, I knew I was his.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

The door slammed against the wall as we went crashing into my small bedroom. I moaned, hugging him so tightly and kissing him fiercely as we tumbled into the room. Rowan’s muscles rippled under my hands, and I whimpered as my nipples dragged electrically over his hard-chiseled chest. His big, powerful hands gripped my ass possessively, in this way that made me feel like he’d never let it go.

We tripped across the room to the bed, and I gasped and giggled as he tossed me down across it. Utterly naked in front of him, I blushed as I curled my legs beneath me. But Rowan just growled as he shook his head.

“Uh-uh, don’t you dare hide away from me, baby girl,” he groaned.

His hands slid up my legs, pulling them wide apart and making me blush fiercely.

“Fuck have I missed this pretty little pussy,” he growled deeply. He started to move to crawl onto the bed between my legs, but I stopped him with a foot on his chest.

“Uh-uh,” I purred, my pulse racing. “My turn.”

I pushed him back until he was standing again at the side of the bed and slid forward. On my knees on the bed, he still towered above me with the differences in his huge size compared to my petite frame. My pulse raced as my hands moved to his belt and unhooked it. His jeans opened at a tug of the button, and when I pulled his zipper down, Rowan growled.

I moaned as I felt the huge size of him beneath the denim, and my pussy was instantly flooded with desire. Rowan might’ve been the only man I’d ever been with, but I knew enough to know the cock he packed between his muscled thighs was insanely big. It’d taken him making me come three times with his mouth and then about ten minutes of slowly inching his way in when he’d taken my virginity. I shivered as I remembered that first time—how fucking huge he’d felt slowly pushing into me, and how amazingly full and incredibly turned on I’d been feeling my tight pussy slowly stretch around his size.

That first time may have taken a lot, but after that, I knew how good he felt. And after that, I was a fucking addict for his big cock. And now, there in that bedroom rented under a fake name two years after running from him like a psycho, the craving was real.

My fingers pulled his jeans down, and he stepped out of them. I panted as I watched his grooved abs ripple, and when he stood tall again, wet heat pooled between my thighs at the sight of the huge bulge in his boxers. I looked up at him as I hooked my fingers into the waistband, watching his jaw tense and his eyes flash blue fire as I started to tug. Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled them down. My gaze dropped too, and I whimpered as the fat, thick base of him came into view.

Fuck, he had a big cock.

I pulled the boxers lower and lower, revealing more and more of that gorgeous, veined cock, until finally with one final tug, the fabric pulled free, and his big dick sprang free.

And I just freaking moaned.

I mean fuck me, had he gotten even bigger? I didn’t know if that was even possible, but all I did know was that I wanted him, badly. I leaned forward as my eyes slid up to his, and slowly, I opened my mouth, and sank it down over his swollen crown.

Fuck, I’d missed that.

I moaned eagerly as I felt my small mouth stretch around his thick cock. Rowan hissed in pleasure as my tongue swirled around his fat head, and when his hands dropped to my hair, I shivered. He never forced me or anything, but we’d learned long ago how much I loved him taking control. And his hands tangling in my hair with my lips around his cock drove me wild.

I hummed eagerly, slurping wetly on his swollen cock as his hands tightened in my hair. Arousal exploded through me, and I couldn’t even stop myself if I wanted to when I dropped one hand between my legs. I whimpered as I stroked my eager pussy while I sucked his big cock, and Rowan groaned when he saw what I was doing.

“You making that little pussy nice and wet for me, baby girl?” he growled, making me moan eagerly. “Play with that pretty pussy and get it so fucking wet, baby. Get it mess and ready for my fat cock, because I’m going to make you mine all fucking over again.”

I moaned throatily around his huge dick, sucking and slurping on him eagerly as I rubbed my clit. Rowan grunted, his hips pushing slightly as he eased his fat girth in and out of my pouty lips, pushing his swollen head dripping precum all over my tongue. Pleasure rippled through me as I rubbed my clit with one hand and teased my other one up his thighs to cup his huge, heavy, cum-filled balls. I sucked harder, wanting him desperately.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted that thrill of power that always came when he’d fill my mouth with his hot cum. And I wanted it now. I moaned as I slurped eagerly, bobbing my lips up and down his cock while I teased his balls. But suddenly, Rowan groaned and pulled me gently away from him, my hair still tangled around his fist.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, panting as his muscles rippled and clenched.

“Get back here,” I gasped. “I want to—”

“I know what you want, dirty girl,” he growled, making me whimper. “And you’ll get it later. But right now, I’m not waiting another second for this.”

His hand pushed between my legs, tugging my fingers away and sinking a finger deep in my pussy. I moaned hungrily as he pushed me back onto the bed and climbed onto it, moving between my legs. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his thighs and watching as he stroked his big cock right above my pussy.

“You fucking tease,” I whimpered.

“We both know you love it when I tease you,” he grunted back with a wolfish grin.

“Maybe I’ve changed,” I threw back.

His grin turned downright cocky as he leaned over me, his lips close to mine.

“Baby girl, we both know when it comes to you and me, and this cock and that pretty little pussy, nothing is ever going to change.”

He eased his hips forward, and when I felt his cock touch my pussy for the first time in so fucking long, I melted. Rowan groaned, pushing his swollen head between my lips and then pushing it back and forth, teasing me. He pushed the underside of himself against me and thrust, not sinking into me but letting his underside graze over my clit. I gasped, pleasure spiking through me as I raked my nails down his muscled arms.

“Fuck, Rowan!”

“I know you’re close already, darlin’,” he groaned, thrusting his hips. “I know you want me to make this naughty pussy come so hard.”

“Please… oh, God!”

Rowan started to thrust harder, sliding every fucking thick, throbbing inch of his big cock across my pussy. He still wasn’t pushing inside, just driving me insane with his teasing. I could feel the pressure and the fire building inside—roaring hotter and hotter as I started to lose all control. I threw my head back, crying out his name and gripping his forearms tightly as he thrust against me. Rowan’s sticky precum dripped all over my pussy, making us both slick and slippery. I looked up at him, and when our eyes locked, I could see it all in his gaze—the love, the lust, the anger at my running, and the iron-clad possessiveness of not ever letting me get away again.

And that thought alone pushed me right to the brink.

“Rowan… I—I—I’m gonna—”

“Come, Lucy,” he groaned, every muscle in his body clenched and bulging. “Fucking come for me, baby girl. Make that pretty pussy come all over my fucking cock.”

He thrust hard, grinding over my clit, and suddenly, I was done for. I cried out as the orgasm slammed into me, my legs squeezing him so tightly as my nails dug into his skin. He roared, thrust once more, and suddenly, he was coming with me. I moaned as thick, hot, sticky white ropes of his cum splattered across my tummy and my pussy. He grunted as another thick spurt landed across my breasts, more dripping onto my quivering, orgasming pussy and making me absolutely messy with him.

We came to a panting halt, and when his lips crushed to mine, I kissed him with every single part of me. We lay like that for I don’t even know how long without talking, just holding each other and kissing slowly as our heart rates came back to earth.

And then suddenly, Rowan stiffened.

“You expecting company?”

My blood froze. “What?”

I followed the hard look of his gaze to the window, where we could see headlights daggering through the trees up the long driveway.

Oh fuck.

Our eyes locked, and I shook my head as my face paled. “I’m never expecting company.”

“Fuck,” Rowan growled and suddenly bolted for the door. “Stay here!”

“Like hell,” I hissed, wrapping a robe around myself and following him.

Naked, he charged down the stairs and grabbed his gun where he’d tossed it after pulling it away from me. The car in the driveway screeched to a stop outside, and we could hear the sound of multiple doors opening as the engine shut off. Rowan turned and glared at me.

“Stay the fuck upstair—”

“Luuucy!”

My skin crawled, and instantly, I knew who was outside. Rowan saw it on my face, too, and his teeth flashed in a snarl.

“The shithead from the bar?” he hissed.

I nodded. “And friends, it sounds like.”

There was the sound of a shotgun being cocked, and my blood ran cold.

“Come on out of there, Luuucy,” The Creep yelled. “And if your little friend is with you, tell him I’m going to make him watch while I carve up your pretty—”

Rowan moved like lightning. In one fluid motion he sprung up, kicked the front door down, leveled his gun, and pulled the trigger—once, twice, thrice, four times as my hands flew to my mouth to stop my scream. Over his shoulder, I watched three guys with guns drop like rocks, and the fourth just started screaming as he clutched his bleeding hand with his gun on the ground.

The fourth one was The Creep.

“You motherfucker!” He screeched, his pinched face pale and his eyes wild. “You have any idea who the hell you’re fucking with?”

“Nope,” Rowan grunted, standing tall in the doorway, still naked, still pointing the gun. “But you’ll want to choose your next words very carefully.”

The Creep sneered and looked past Rowan at me. “Tell your boy-toy that wagging his dick at me isn’t going to save him, or you, or anyone on this fucking mountain. There’s a storm coming, you little bitch, and you’re gonna watch it while it tears this whole fucking place apar—”

The gun in Rowan’s hand went off with sharp crack, and I gasped as The Creep crumpled to the ground.

Silence descended, and all I could hear was the sound of my own pulse thudding.

“Um, isn’t law enforcement supposed to—”

“The only thing I’m concerned with when it comes to you is protecting you,” Rowan growled quietly. He turned, and our eyes locked. “Lucy.”

I raised my brows, and his eyes narrowed.

“I need to know who you’re running from, and who exactly we’re ‘fucking with,’” he growled, nodding at The Creep lying in the snow.

I swallowed, looking away.

“Lucy.”

“Anthony Marcello.” I blurted it out quickly, and Rowan’s jaw clenched.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

I shook my head, and he stared at me.

“What the fuck are you doing getting mixed up with Anthony fucking Marcello!”

“It was a job, okay?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lucy,” he hissed, looking away and shaking his head. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Oh, so sorry for not living up to your standards, Golden Boy,” I spat back. Rowan hated the nickname Shepherd had given him years ago, and he glared when I said it.

“I don’t think standards of not working with fucking mafia psychopaths is asking a lot, Lucy,” he muttered before he swore quietly. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”

“Oh, you think?”

He glared at me and I sighed. “I think I know someplace we can go where we’ll be safe.”

“Yeah,” Rowan raked his fingers over his scruffy jaw. “I think I do too.”