His Runaway Mountain Bride by Madison Faye

Two days later, and it was like the rest of the word didn’t even exist. With just the two of us up there in that fantasy winter cabin in the middle of nowhere, it was perfection. More than once, I caught myself rolling my eyes at myself at the way were just playing house like we were in the eighteen-hundreds or something. Rowan would be up on the roof making it more secure and less prone to leaks, and I’d be cooking up dinner of sorts inside with the supplies Stone had left us with.

Or else, I’d be curled on the small chair by the fire reading one of the tattered romance paperbacks that were in that cabin for whatever reason, and Rowan would come up behind and just hold me. And when we weren’t playing house, we were just in bed, making up for lost time. Bed, the chair, the floor, the kitchen counter, the tub, or anywhere else we wanted.

On our third day there, the weather finally lightened up a little bit. It was still cold, but the wind died down, and at least there wasn’t more snow falling. Rowan took the opportunity to go outside and chop some more logs for the fireplace, and I decided to join him. Outside, bundled in the jackets and snow pants Stone and Jackie had given us, I watched as Rowan swung the axe and split logs. I took a stroll around the place and even headed down the trail a little back towards the old logging road that wound its way up there.

Of course, I’d always known running was a terrible idea, even when I was out there staying hidden. Leaving him had been a huge mistake, but my own stupid pride and pigheadedness, and then the trouble I caught later didn’t let me go back. But now, there we were together, and it was working. But I knew at least part of it was “working” because our jobs weren’t coming between us. Up on the mountain, it was just him and I, two people who fell in love. He wasn’t a cop or lawman, and I wasn’t a thief on Blackthorn.

But someday, I knew that part of who we were would come back into the equation. Rowan had told me about his call with his boss, and about having to back off from Anthony, and I knew that was one more thing tearing at him. I knew my husband, and I knew the kind of man he was. Rowan just wanted to help people and stop bad things from being done to the innocent by the wicked. And I could see the duty and the order at odds with his personal code written all over his face.

The other problem was, I loved what I did. I was fucking great at it, and I knew deep down that it would always be the elephant in the room between us. There was too much outlaw in me, and too much law and order in him. And I worried how, even after coming back together like we had, it would ever work between us.

Eventually, I wandered back to the cabin, and instantly, I was feeling warmer as a hungry grin spread over my face.

Rowan had stripped down to just a t-shirt and jeans, and his arms just fucking rippled in this super-hot way as he swung the axe through some more logs. I watched spellbound, feeling desire sizzle through me and my panties grow a little damper as I watched my caveman hunk of a husband grunting and sweating in the chilly air.

Yes. Fucking. Please.

I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs together as I watched, until finally he looked up. Rowan grinned, winking at me as I blushed at being caught.

“Stare much?”

I grinned as I chewed at my lip. “Um, yes.”

Rowan’s eyes sparked, and when he dropped the axe, I shivered as I saw the hunger on his face. He strode towards me, and I gasped as his big arms wrapped around me and swept me up into him. I moaned as he kissed me, marching us right back to the cabin and inside. The door slammed behind us, and I gasped as he strode across the room towards the kitchen area.

Rowan set me down, but instant spun me and bent me over the kitchen counter. I moaned eagerly, gasping as he stripped me almost instantly in the cozy heat of the fire-warmed cabin. His clothes hit the ground after mine, and I started to turn, but I whimpered when I felt hands keep me right there, bent over for him.

“Spread your ass for me, baby girl,” he hissed into my ear, sending a flood of heat through my core. “Spread that pretty ass and gorgeous pussy for me.”

I moaned, doing what he said. My hands slid back to my ass, and I gripped as I spread myself open for him. Heat bloomed in my face and pooled between my thighs as I felt him kneel behind me.

“Fuck, Lucy. Damn do you have a gorgeous little cunt.”

I whimpered, and when he moved in and ran his tongue over my pussy, I gasped as I gave in to him. His tongue ran up and down my lips, making my legs shake before he found my clit and started to suck. His tongue pushed deep inside of me, fucking me slowly as I went wild for him. He pulled back, rubbing my aching clit with his thumb before moving back to tongue my lips. He slid higher, and my hands tightened on my own skin as I cried out in pleasure when his naughty tongue swirled around my ass.

Rowan groaned, tongue-fucking my ass as I squealed in forbidden pleasure. His thumb rolled my clit as he made my toes curl and my pulse thunder, his tongue so wild on my ass as I panted for more. I felt him stand, and suddenly, that perfect, big dick of his was sliding deep inside. His thumb stayed on my clit as he drove every inch inside of me, stretching me so perfectly as he filled me to the freaking brim.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” I gasped, whimpering as I felt my walls grip him so tightly. Rowan groaned, his free hand stroking my skin as he teased my clit. He slid out and then back in, moving into a slow, deliberate rhythm as he started to fuck me over the kitchen counter. I moaned in pleasure, my cheek to the counter as I held myself open for him. His pace increased, his perfect cock hitting me so good as he filled me again and again. And with his thumb teasing my clit, suddenly, it just hit me like a ton of bricks.

I screamed as I came, pleasure exploding through me as I panted against the counter. Rowan never slowed, fucking me right through the orgasm as I writhed and squirmed on his big cock. His thumb just kept swirling over my clit as he slowly slid out of me, and I started to whimper in protest, when suddenly, I stiffened as naughty heat blazed through me.

Rowan moved his cock higher, and when I felt his swollen, slick head press against my asshole, I fucking moaned. I moaned like a dirty, eager, wanton slut, because that’s what he did to me. That’s certainly what his cock did to me, that’s for sure. I looked back at him over my shoulder, and our eyes locked as fire spiked between us.

“Do it,” I hissed.

Rowan growled. “You want me to fuck your tight little ass, baby girl? You want this fat cock to stretch out your little hole while I rub your clit?”

I moaned so fucking eagerly, aching for him to take all of me and make me lose all control.

“Rowan—”

“Tell me, baby. You want it, you better tell me you want it.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as the naughty pleasure teased through me. I could feel the hot, swollen head of him teasing against my ring, and I wanted him.

“Fuck my ass,” I gasped, panting as the heat exploded through. “Please fuck my ass!”

“Good girl.”

He pushed, and I gasped as I felt the pressure of his cock against my hole. Years before, the first time we’d tried this, I was terrified. I mean for fuck’s sake, he was huge. But Rowan took his time, spending weeks teasing my ass and letting me get used to the feel of his tongue, and then his fingers first. And the first time he took me there, he’d gone so slowly, and made me feel so fucking good that by the time he was actually inside, I was basically coming already.

I moaned as I pushed back, and slowly, ever so slowly, I felt my ass begin to spread around his fat cock head. He grunted, muscled clenching and the hand on my hip tightening as he added more pressure. Until suddenly, with a small pop and a gasp from my lips, his head slid inside. Both of us groaned deeply, and I gasped as Rowan began to push gently. He slid in another inch before he slid back out, sawing his fat crown in and out of my little hole as I moaned shamelessly for more.

And more was exactly what I got.

He went slow, slowly but surely, Rowan began to feed every inch of his gorgeous cock up my ass. His fingers teased my clit, making me whimper and beg for more until he was all the way inside of me, balls deep in my ass. He stayed like that, just teasing my clit and letting me get used to him there, before he slowly pulled out. He left the head inside, and then he was driving right back in, making me cry out in pleasure.

We went slow, but gradually, the pace picked up. I moaned eagerly as he slid two fingers into my eager pussy, his thumb rolling my clit as he fucked my ass. Pleasure melted through me, and I reached back to lace my fingers in his on my hip. I slid my other hand beneath us to cup his heavy balls as he teased my clit and thrust his cock into my ass. We moved faster, thrusting deeper as we both moaned eagerly. I could feel the pressure building, and the heat rising, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before he made me fucking scream.

He started to fuck me faster, and harder, and suddenly, I lost all control. I moaned like a filthy, needy, dirty girl, begging him to fill my ass as I came hard. I screamed, gripping his hand tight and feeling my ass clamp down like a vice around his fat cock. The orgasm thundered through me, and when I felt him stiffen, I knew he was there too.

Rowan grunted, hissing as he thrust his thick dick deep in my ass and unloaded. His balls twitched in my hand, and I moaned as I felt the hot, sticky jets of his cum blast into my ass, coating me as he fired shot after shot.

We stood like that, panting and clinging to reality before I started to giggle. Rowan chuckled, pulling up to a standing position against him with his cock still inside of me. I twisted my head, and our lips crushed together as our hearts raced.

“What do you do to me, Mr. Tanner?” I moaned softly.

“I don’t know, Mrs. Tanner,” he growled. “But it might be the same spell you put on me.”

I grinned, love and heat swirling through me as I kissed him again.

“Think I could convince you to go outside for more snow for another bath?”

He chuckled. “I think I could be persuaded.”

****

Hours later, after a bath, and more sex, and then another bath, we sat down together at the tiny table to eat some dinner I’d thrown together with the canned stuff we’d come up with. But with him there, and with the glow melting through me, damn if it wasn’t the best meal of my life.

…That’s when we heard it.

We both stiffened, smiles fading as we looked up at each other sharply. The sound came again, and this time, there was no denying the sound of someone shuffling through high snow outside.

“Down,” Rowan hissed quietly, pulling me to the floor under the table. He slid across the floor and killed the lantern illuminating our corner of the cabin, and then moved to the fireplace. He dragged the heavy screen in front of it, killing most of the light in the cabin before he grabbed his gun from his holster hanging off the bed post.

Outside, the sound came again, and by then, we could both tell it was the sound of two sets of footsteps prowling by the door. The knob jangled, and I froze. I glanced at Rowan to see his jaw clench as he quietly chambered a round. He moved to the wall next to the door and looked at me.

“Stay down,” he mouthed before he turned and reached for the knob. It twisted from the outside, but just as it was opening, Rowan suddenly yanked it open, thrust his hand out and grabbed ahold of the person opening the door. The man roared as Rowan yanked him inside, tripping him on the way so that he went sprawling across the floor. The guy went for something at his hip, but Rowan was faster. He kicked the gun away and slamming the butt of his own piece into back of the guy’s head, making him grunt and slump to the ground.

A gun cocked loudly from the doorway, and Rowan whirled, gun up and finger on the trigger before we both froze. Luckily, so did the man standing in the doorway.

My jaw dropped.

“Shepherd?”

And sure enough, standing there looking just as surprised to be pointing a gun at Rowan as Rowan looked to be pointing a gun at Shepherd, was my brother.