The Mountain Between Us 소설 & 이야기

I just acted like he was invisible then I finished my sentence calmly before turning to him. “This meeting is private,” I said evenly. “I know,” he replied hoarsely. “That is why I am here.” Everyone in the hall turned to us. “This is not appropriate at all,” one of the executives muttered, “five minutes,” he said without looking away from me. “If I am wrong, I promise to walk out and never bother you again.” Silence pressed down on my chest, I closed my eyes briefly then nodded. “Just five minutes.” Everyone that was in the room cleared reluctantly, when the doors closed behind the last person, Ethan finally looked like a human, this time not powerful, not untouchable as he had always been

“Whether you want to admit it or not.” His expression tightens. “That’s not how I see it.” “That doesn’t mean it’s not real.” A pause. Then— “I can’t do this if it’s going to turn into that every time,” I say. “Do what?” “This,” I repeat. “Us.” The word hangs between us. Fragile. Breaking. And for the first time— I see it. The crack. Not just in him. But in us. “I’m not saying I don’t want you,” I add quickly.

“So are you.” There was silence and the wind rustled through the leaves overhead, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and something she couldn’t place but it was warm, rich, grounding. She almost thought it came from him. She took a step closer without realizing it. “I don’t think I recognize you,” she said. “Are you from the city?” His lips curved, faint but noticeable. “You could say that.” “That’s not an answer.” “No,” he agreed, and for a moment the air between them reduced, it was charged, as though his words carried more weight than words.

“Yes— please, Kai— knot me—” He slammed in deep one final time. His knot popped inside with a wet stretch, locking us together as he came with a deep, guttural growl. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my womb, pulse after pulse, so much it made my belly feel full and heavy. The pressure of his knot pressing against my g-spot pushed me over the edge again. I came a second time, sobbing his name into his shoulder, my hole fluttering and milking every drop from him. We stayed locked like that for long minutes, panting, foreheads pressed together. The night breeze cooled our sweat-slicked skin. His arms stayed wrapped around my soft body, holding me close like he never wanted to let go.

I just nodded silently. I spent the next fifteen minutes saying goodbye to the kids and promising them that I'd come back to visit. I waved goodbye to Martha as we stepped out. I put on the helmet and secured myself on the motorcycle behind Hunter. I felt an unfamiliar sense on peace in my heart. My arms curled around his waist and my head came to rest on his back, I could feel him tense in surprise at my actions but soon his whole body relaxed. I felt his fingers caress my hand lightly, but it was only for a moment. The motorcycle surged forward.

Hade promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone about Cielo Alto. We enjoyed our stay thoroughly—touring the whole villa, admiring the mountains and sky from my cabin’s balcony, making a bonfire in the evening, and talking endlessly about our past and what we thought of each other the first time we spoke.

C H A P T E R 3 It was a cold morning. Looking outside, the snow had started to pile up quite high. Daniel Westminster breathed out cigarette smoke by the french windows. He looked down at his phone again to examine the pictures Sarah had sent him. There was a photo of a handsome young man. Daniel had always thought the man looked cute. He had lovely peach blossom eyes, and a flirtatious smile played on his lips. He felt familiar. Sarah had said that they went to the same university, so he must have seen him around before.

Brian and I were lucky enough to get accepted in Danville Community College in Virginia. All the seven of us, no matter how far away, we still were friends. And I hoped someday we would all be able to hang out again, even if it was just for a day. I missed them all a lot. Especially Jake. Maybe we could go on the camping trip Sam came up with when we were still in high school. The only difference would be, we'd be going without Jake. Life went on for us, without Jake. But I believed he was with us, we were just not aware of his presence.

It was a moment of serenity, a reminder that beauty still existed in the world. In Interlaken, D'Andre found himself standing at the foot of the Jungfrau, one of the most iconic peaks in the Swiss Alps. The majestic mountains rose before him, their snow-capped peaks glistening in the sunlight. He couldn't help but feel small in the presence of such natural grandeur.