The Mountain Man’s Curvy Surprise Bonus Scene
Callie
ONE MONTH LATER
In the middle of Mateo’s surprise fortieth birthday party at The Silver Fork in Hollister, surrounded by our friends in Rough and Ready Country and our families, my grumpy cowboy mountain man whispers against the shell of my ear, “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.”
His voice sounds dark and sensual, but his face looks perturbed, a frown capturing his lips. I never know with him. The moody mountain man is actually quite a tease and jokester, something I’ve learned over the past month of living together.
“What, baby?” I ask, racking my brain for what he might be talking about. But I can’t think of anything. And the morose ex-Army Ranger isn’t going for especially transparent this evening.
He shrugs, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He’s back to making me pull teeth for every word out of him, still a human crossword puzzle.
Maybe he’s extra moody because of the monumental nature of this birthday? Or, maybe it’s because our families are meeting for the first time at this event? I have to admit, it does feel a bit like two worlds colliding.
I’m from a proper, polite black Baptist background, the only daughter of a cop father and a teacher mom who still wears a hat to church every Sunday. But Mateo’s family is even more wild than he described them.
Mexican music blares, and when he goes to blow out the candles on his cake, his five uncles tackle him simultaneously, working hard to push his face into the cake. I get the impression from how his parents, grandparents, siblings, and cousins react that this is par for the course. To top it off, some of his Scottish cousins get in on the fun, too, distinguished by their scarlet locks, kilts, and witty humor.
“Don’t hurt his hand,” I whisper under my breath, watching the scene unfold. After all, Mateo’s still in recovery and therapy. Fortunately, he towers over his uncles and cousins, easily thwarting their efforts and speaking to them in rapid-fire Spanish. It’s sexy as hell to watch my man show off his bilingual talents.
I can only imagine what things would be like with his massive family if the tequila and whiskey were flowing freely. I can only imagine what my scarlet-haired cowboy would be like. He’s enough of an impetuous wild man as it is … without any help from booze.
A secret I’ve been keeping from him? Though I think about his whispered words on and off throughout the big dinner and party, I have no clue what Mateo’s talking about. As we wrap up everything for the evening, and Fierce and Felicity help us gather packages and a leftover container filled with cake, shivers of anticipation run through me. I can tell by the sizzling look on Mateo’s face that whatever secret he wants to discuss, it’s going to come with a very happy ending.
“Thank you two for everything!” I exclaim, hugging Felicity and Fierce enthusiastically. Without their help and discretion, we would have never pulled this party off. We almost didn’t, the small-town rumor mill nearly cluing Mateo in a few days ago. And there was a situation at the restaurant today when we first arrived with one of Mack’s old flames. Fortunately, we were able to sort it out before a scene ensued.
“Are you going to clue me in on the secret?” I ask, glancing at my mountain man on the drive back to our cabin.
A naughty smile captures the corners of his mouth. “It’s better shown than described.”
I quirk my mouth, sighing. The man’s teasing me again. For a secluded, ornery veteran, he’s got quite a wicked sense of humor.
“After all, I’m no wordsmith, Shivers. You learned that definitively a month ago.”
I laugh, thinking back to our first meeting, although nothing felt funny about it at the time. But Mateo’s gone out of his way to make up for the past, filling my life with constant laughter, attention, security, and more love than I ever imagined possible.
After carrying the presents and cake inside, Mateo sweeps me unceremoniously into his arms and starts for the bedroom. “But your hand,” I protest.
The man is obsessed with carrying me everywhere, especially the bedroom. My protests only make his eyes sizzle more. He’s as stubborn as they come and can’t be told what to do. He’s more like me than I care to admit.
“My hand’s fine, woman. Besides, it’s time to get to the bottom of your secrets …”
I arch an eyebrow. “My secrets? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mateo’s grin reaches all the way to his eyes as he tosses me on the bed like I’m nothing. Then, he drops to his knees, pulling a little purple box from beneath the bed, about the size of a shoe box. My cheeks immediately burn, and I lick my lips. Now, I know what he’s talking about … a secret I don’t mind sharing.
“What’s that look for?” he asks in dark tones.
I shake my head, repressing the grin that seizes my lips.
“You look like the cat that swallowed the canary.”
“I feel like it, too.”
“Open the box.” He growls, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the container between us.
I smile sweetly, removing the lid and revealing my stash of single girl toys. I almost forgot I brought them since the mountain man’s kept me far too busy to need them. I can only imagine what he’ll have to say about them now.
He licks his lips sensually as his eyes dance from the hot pink vibrator with bunny ears to a black rose bud and a vibrator for my clit. “I can’t believe you kept these from me,” he says gruffly.
I eye him skeptically. There’s no way he’s upset with me over this. Still, I shrug, saying, “I honestly forgot all about them because of how satisfied you keep me. The thought of using them hasn’t crossed my mind even once.”
“Well, that changes this instant,” he says with a naughty laugh. “You know I’ve been pissed the hell off that I can’t use both hands when I’m pleasuring you. But this box of naughty solves that problem … at least until I’m back to one hundred percent.”
“Solves the problem? Oh really,” I say, biting my bottom lip and lifting my chin, challenging him to say more.
He nods, grabbing the vibrator and turning it on. The burr of the motor makes my pulse pick up, but the filthy glint in my man’s eyes stops my heart altogether. “You’re going to take this thick cock from behind while I grip your throat with my good hand, and you use that vibrator on your sweet spot. You got me?”
“Oh, Mateo,” I moan, tremors of anticipation running up and down my spine at the thought.
“And then I’m going to try out your other toys, spend the rest of the evening making you come again and again. I’m going to worship your body like the fucking goddess you are.”
“Mmm.” I moan in sultry tones, already past words. This man addles my brain so thoroughly, I can’t form sentences when he talks to me like this … when he looks at me with that fiery longing I first saw at the lake.
“Good.” He grunts. “Now, bend over the bed, Shivers, with your round, naked ass in the air. Cause while I plan on getting to the toy very, very soon, my tongue’s aching to eat you out from behind.” He drops back onto his knees behind me as I obey, dissolving into bliss, gripping the comforter with double fists as he unwinds me with his wicked mouth.
“The Mountain Man’s Curvy Surprise” is a part of the Mountain Man Sanctuary series, a collection of steamy summer romances, where the mountain air is cool, and the nights are scorching. These rugged men can handle the wild—but love, in the form of innocent mail-order brides, is one thing they never see coming! One-click the books in this steamy, naughty series now.
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