FLINT: OTT Ex-Military Curvy Woman Instalove (Diamond Ridge Mountain Men Rescued Book 2) by Brynn Hale

Author:Brynn Hale [Hale, Brynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

Flint

Dinner’s over and we’re on our second bottle of wine. Conversation stays light after a few of the earlier heavy topics. I have to remember that talking about Argentina is my kryptonite. I avoid it at all costs to not have to talk about it. And normally it doesn’t come up, but I’d requested that winery’s wine and the restaurant manager did what she could to get it in.

We move to the couch.

“You want dessert?” I ask.

“I don’t think so. I ate too much. I’ll need that hike in the morning.”

“Need some water?”

“Wine’s like eighty-five percent water, right?” She holds up her dwindling glass.

I give her another generous pour.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quietly.

“Sure.”

“How was your time in the military before that other employer?”

I blow out a long breath. “A lot of things happened, but none worth repeating.”

“I think you and I have a problem.”

Problem?

She sets her wine glass on the coffee table. “We’re both burying pain. Mine stems from my job and not feeling appreciated and you…yours is much deeper. I don’t know what it is, but…” Karma slides closer and her hands slip into my hair. “Flint, I want to know, and I want to do whatever I can to help you.”

“Two days, Karma. That’s not enough time to fix me. It would take a miracle.”

“Maybe I’m your miracle to help you get over your past.” Her eyes widen after she says it. “I…I didn’t mean, yours as in yours. I meant as in…”

I claim her mouth and drown her worries in the kiss. She is mine. She will forever be the woman who found me in the mountains. Behind my closed eyes I can see her beautiful creamy tan skin in a white dress, walking toward me, a bouquet of wildflowers, just like the one I gave to her. I picked them myself from our gardens. I see a ring. I see a future.

Her hands trail over my chest and down my stomach, cupping over my cock as it tents my pants. I groan into her mouth. She skims the outline and the mass grows until he’s pulsing with every brush of her palm. I drop a hand down that graceful neck, grazing over her décolletage, feminine and sexy as fuck.

My hand cups her full breast. I suck in realizing she doesn’t have a bra on. The hard nub of her nipple protrudes, and I round my thumb to ignite the swollen peak.

She draws her lips from mine and throws her head back, eyes closed. I lean forward and through the layer of dress, I lightly torment the tantalizing summit with my teeth.

“Yes. Flint.” When her eyes connect to mine they caramel centers burst with hunger. Her chest heaves in my hand. “I’m a…virgin.”

I open my mouth to say something, but she doesn’t let me, she covers my mouth with hers. Her tongue frantically tortures mine. Quick rolls and frantic thrusts. We’re not kissing, we’re fucking with our mouths. I slide my hand up her bare leg, under the hem of her dress.

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