Page 68 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“Obviously, if that’s not your jam, then no worries.” Another shoulder kiss. “If you’re an exclusive top, it’s totally fine.”

“What do you know about being an exclusive top?”

“The internet is free,” I said, proudly repeating a phrase I’d heard River use. “I’ve been using it.”

“And you wanna fuck me?”

“Yes. But I totally understand if it would make you too sore for tomorrow.”

“Sweetheart, I was only worried about that with you because it was going to beyourfirst time. It will not be my first time.”

I wrinkled my nose, not really enjoying the knowledge that he had been fucked before. Or that he could get laid, either way, pretty easily.

He was grinning as he pulled me to his broad body. “Aw, lookit you. Jealous Clark is so adorable.”

“Shut up,” I grumbled.

“Clark, darlin’, I would love for you to fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Do you know how you want me?”

I actually did but was a little embarrassed to admit it.

He pressed his lips together, a little too knowingly. “If you tell me, I’ll do it for you.”

I huffed out a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. He was asking for trust. He’d certainly earned it, but … gah.

Fine.

“I like the way you feel on top of me. Your weight. It feels good.”

“So … you want me to ride you?”

I bit my bottom lip. “I would like that very much.”

“Me too,” he said with a shoulder shimmy. “Besides, I’m a cowboy. I love to ride.”

I rolled my eyes and then went up on my tiptoes, kissing him. We made out in the shower for a bit longer, letting our hands do some of the prep work for us. We stepped out of the shower, and I dried off. He bent down, naked and dripping all over my floor as he rummaged below the sink, looking for the items I’d purchased from The Mercantile.

Somebody was in a hurry.

I ran my finger between his cheeks. “This makes my humiliation in front of Margot worth it,” I cracked.

He shot me a sexy glare as he stood, looking down at me with supplies in hand. His cock had softened but was no less glorious. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I saluted him. “Aye, aye, Captain.” Then executed a near-perfect heel turn before almost falling on my ass.

Beau barked out a laugh.

“Shut up.”

He zipped his lips. “Not a word.”

By the time he joined me in bed, both of us were hard and ready. He pushed me back onto the bed, rolled the condom onto me, and slicked my cock. With his knees straddling my hips, he reached back and opened himself up a bit more.

“I can … help?” I offered, feeling bad that he was doing everything.