Marked by the Mountain Man Bonus Scene
Hudson
NINE MONTHS LATER
“It’s not quite the surfing honeymoon you were hoping for,” I observe, arms wrapped tightly around Hadleigh and hands possessively palming her round stomach.
She’s full of our child, and I can’t get enough of the flutters and kicks we recently started feeling. It brings tears to my damn eyes every time. We lie in a lounge chair wide enough for two on the patio of our private rental on the island of Kauai, staring out at the turquoise Pacific.
“It’s better,” she says with a giggle, covering my hands with her own as our baby kicks again.
So far, we’ve decided not to learn the sex of our baby, names ready for both contingencies—Hayley and Harrison. I don’t care what we have as long as the baby’s happy and so is my Hadleigh.
“That’s what you get for encouraging me to breed you, Cub.”
“Mmm, I did ask for that didn’t I?” she moans as my hand slides up to caress her tits. Her nipples instantly pebble as my thumb slides over them. My cock stabs into her back, in love with the way her body responds to me.
“I can’t wait to wrap my lips around these,” I whisper feeling her hips move over me, a slow, delirious motion that could unhinge me completely.
Breast overstimulation in pregnancy can lead to uterine contractions, which can be risky. I won’t take any chances with my woman and child.
But fuck, I can’t wait to fulfill her naughty desires after the birth. The thought of drinking milk from her tits puts a hard knot in my throat and a shiver of desire down my spine.
We got married a week ago in a small ceremony on our property. The entire community was invited, including Ginger and Roscoe, Fawn and Bodie, and the other veterans. My Uncle Rick came, as did Hadleigh’s mom.
Surprisingly, Drew showed up looking fitter and healthier than I have ever seen him, with a new girl on his arm, Sophie. She’s a spitfire French woman with stunning ebony skin, high cheekbones, and the kind of no-nonsense personality that keeps him in line. At least, so far. Don’t know what he did to deserve her. Time to see if he can keep her.
I shift beneath Hadleigh, moving my hand to slide beneath her long, white, thin sundress covered in lace. My cub lets out the most adorable moan as my fingers seek and find her hot, wet desire, sliding through her slick honey and taking advantage of her panty-less state. I could get used to this. I bring my hand to my mouth, licking it ravenously before offering my fingers to Hadleigh. Watching my thick digits slide between her lips sends painful throbs through my cock.
Pregnancy has turned Hadleigh horny as fuck, and I’m here for it. Ever since I saw that curvy platinum blonde walking through the parking lot of my tattoo shop, my dick’s remained on high alert, always prepared to please the hell out of her.
She moans, nuzzling against my chest, her hips moving suggestively to the rhythm of my hands. I tease, “How am I going to keep my mouth busy until I can own your tits again?”
“Own my tits?” She laughs. “I don’t think that’s how it works with a baby.”
“Maybe not.” I’ve been reading tons of pregnancy books, trying to wrap my head around how much our lives are about to change. It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. I haven’t been apart from Hadleigh even one night since the rescue and the hunting cabin. And never has being dependent on another human being, trusting them implicitly with all aspects of my life, felt so good to me. Hadleigh has healed my heart in ways I can’t quantify, and I know I’ve done the same for her.
“Well, I am going to put my foot down, and take the rest of your body back,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. I feather kisses over her, sucking her earlobe into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth. I follow it with my tongue, tracing her curves and tasting the salt on her skin. She smells of citrus and flowers, her musky arousal sweetening the air as I stroke her kitty, adding a second and then a third finger until she trembles, begging me not to stop.
“I’m never going to stop with you,” I say, raw-voiced, teasing and lapping at her neck and shoulder before sliding along her delicate decolletage to her lovely tits. I tease and play with the nipples only slightly, not wanting to fuck anything up. It doesn’t take much for her breath to come faster and her body to melt against me.
“What do you need from me, Hot Stuff?” I ask in dark tones.
“Your mouth,” she whimpers. “I need your tongue and your lips on my pussy now.”
I love it when my girl is vocal about sex. It makes my chest puff out to know she hungers for my body. To know that there’s no greater pleasure in the world for her than what I can deliver. And the converse is true.
She’s overtaken my brain, heart, and soul to the point that I don’t know where she ends, and I begin. All of my greatest dreams and hopes for the future, the way I define myself, my reason for living rests between my arms.
But my lover’s impatient. Her hips urge me to my knees between her legs. Her pink, perfect pussy greets me, clean-shaven and dripping with need. I slide my finger through her juices, falling in love with how they leak from her pussy lips onto the fabric of her white lace sundress.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” I tease, leaning closer and blowing on her swollen lips and clit. Her pussy shudders, her need for me overwhelming. Throwing one leg over my shoulder and angling her body to open up, I lean forward, sliding my tongue through her pussy. I will never get enough of her, always desperate for more.
Hadleigh exhales sharply, her channel dripping and begging for me. I slide my finger back into her, finding the bundle of nerves at the front of her kitty, stroking it until she’s slippery as fuck. Adding a second finger, her hips stray towards my hand as I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
She whimpers, body growing taut as I fall in love with her tangy musk all over again. She’s my favorite fucking flavor, all I ever really hunger and thirst for. She’s rewritten my priorities, my life, everything I thought I wanted, making everything so much better than I ever could have imagined. Truly worth living.
Her fingers thread into my hair, pushing my face demandingly into her pussy. My pussy. My woman. No one will ever take her from me. No one will ever part us. And I’ll give everything I have to give, every last drop of myself to protect and care for my family because Hadleigh and our baby are my whole world now.
Hudson Rochester Adair. I write my name on her clit with my tongue, the disparate and unexpected swirls and motions sending tremors through her body. Her thick, milky thighs tighten, her longing drowning my palm and beard as I tease and ravish her, taking as much as I give.
“Hudson!” she screams, gripping my head as her pussy tightens against my mouth and fingers, and she comes so hard she drenches me. Just like at the hunting cabin when I claimed her as mine for the first time. I work her through her orgasm, pushing her further than she thinks she can go until she lies in a satisfied heap on the lounge chair.
“What else do you need from me?” I ask darkly.
“Your cock and your piercing,” she says wickedly. “You know what to do.”
Yes, I do. Though I still don’t grasp how or why I deserve to. But I’m not about to fuck it up with second-guessing, self-doubt, or any other shit. The Universe made Hadleigh for me and me for her. End of story. As the head of my cock slides through her honeyed folds, slipping inside to claim her, she mewls, clawing my back and leaving her marks on me. Her man forever. Marked by the only woman I’ll ever love.
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