Rocky Mountain Rescue by Elle James (urban books to read TXT) 📕

was that I knew it was going to hurt. They were quick to get a rescue team out there and get me to a trauma center. If they hadn’t reacted so quickly, I probably would’ve been dead.”

“I, for one, am glad you lived.”

He cupped her cheek. “Me, too. Although, there was a time that I wasn’t so glad.”

She nodded. “I know how you feel.” Her hand slipped lower to the elastic of his boxer shorts.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.

“I know. Which makes me want to even more.” She slid her hand inside his shorts and cupped him, rolling his balls between her fingers. Then she wrapped her hand around him and slid to the tip of his cock and back down.

She wanted him. JoJo swallowed hard. She wanted him inside her, but it had to be on her terms. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and dragged them over his hips.

He lifted his bottom off the mattress, allowing her to take them all the way down to his ankles. His cock jetted out, hard, long and thick.

The combination of excitement and fear swelled in her chest. Once he lay naked in the bed, she straddled his hips. “I don’t suppose you have protection?”

He shook his head. “Not on me. But I do have it in my room.”

She rolled over onto the bed.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked before moving.

She nodded.

Max was off the bed in a flash, racing through the connecting door and back in less than thirty seconds.

He laughed and held up the packet. Then he dropped onto the bed beside her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

She pushed him onto his back, took the packet from his fingers, ripped it open and rolled it down over his cock. JoJo straddled him, and then lowered herself. She didn’t want too much time to think. She wanted to act before she lost her nerve.

She dropped down until the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her hands grew clammy. She took a deep breath and lowered herself onto him, taking him into herself slowly, her channel adjusting to his girth.

She tried not to think about what had happened to her. She should be thankful that part of her memory had been erased. This time, she was in control. She made the decisions. Nothing was forced on her. As he filled her to full, she let out a low moan. It felt good…really good. She rocked up on her knees, letting him slide back out until his tip hovered at her entrance. She sank back down and settled into a smooth rhythm. Raising and lowering.

He wrapped his hands around her buttocks, holding her without adding pressure. He let her ride him.

JoJo could feel his body tense beneath her. His grip tightened on her ass. He gently guided her pace, thrusting deep and steadily. His grip tightened, and he thrust one more time, holding her down on top of him. She felt that familiar tingling at her center spreading outward as she climaxed again with his cock throbbing inside her. For a long moment, she rested her hands on his chest, letting the sensations wash over her. Then she collapsed on top of him.

The sun streamed through the window, creating a glow around them.

Max rolled her onto her side and pulled her close. She nestled her head in the crook of his arm. She rested her hand on his chest and draped one of her calves over his leg.

“Do you still want to know what happened to me?” she asked.

His hand on her arm stopped moving. “Yes, I do.”

She didn’t look up into his eyes. She studied her hand on his chest. “I don’t know exactly what happened,” she said, “because my memories of the incident have been blocked in my brain. Some kind of situational amnesia, but from what the EMT and the doctors told me when I came to, I’d been raped, beaten, and buried alive.”

He tensed.

JoJo looked up at him. “I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Sweet Jesus, JoJo!” he exclaimed. “You should’ve told me before—”

“Before we had sex?”

He shook his head. “Before we made love.”

“Why?” she asked. “Because you wouldn’t have?”

He shook his head again. “I still would have, but I would’ve been even more gentle.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m safe,” she said. “No STD’s. I had them test me.”

He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her head. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. Did they catch the bastard who did it?”

She shook her head. “No. He’s still out there, possibly raping other women. I wouldn’t be alive today if it hadn’t been for a dog digging me out and some Afghan women finding me.”

“I can’t even comprehend how somebody could do that to a person?” Max said. “It really makes you lose faith in the human race.”

JoJo nodded. “But I have to tell myself there aren’t that many people who would do such a thing. And then I think about the women who found me and sought help. And then the medic who helped me into the helicopter. The pilots who flew me to the air staging unit, and then the medical staff who were with me all the way to Ramstein. There are far more good people in this world than bad. But since he’s still out there, I can’t feel safe. And the thought of him doing something similar to another woman just eats at me. I wish I could pull the memory out of my brain so that I could identify him and get him locked up for life.” She looked away from his gaze. “I thought what he did had ruined me for life, that having sex with anybody would be too traumatic.”

“You’re still you,” Max said tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. “You’re worthy of love. Don’t let one man’s crime define you.”

“I was so afraid that people