Page 4 of Escaping with the Mountain Man

I nearly choked on my food when I spotted the source of the noise. Derek was in the front yard, still shirtless. It’d been tough to sit over on that sofa and hold a conversation like his body wasn’t distracting me. But the sight of him now made my mouth water for reasons that had nothing to do with his cooking.

He was hammering a stake into the ground next to a flimsy-looking tree. He’d lowered himself to one knee, and his arm muscles flexed with every movement. I wondered what it would be like to feel those arms around me. To have him lift me and kiss me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I squeezed my legs together as my pussy contracted, warmth filling that area of my body. I’d felt that before and had even tried to do something about it, but I failed miserably. Maybe I should try touching myself again when I was alone, possibly under the sheets before I drifted off to sleep.

I ate my second taco while staring at him, like a moviegoer munching popcorn while taking in the entertainment. When he stood, I let my eyes feast on even more of his back as his jeans fell lower. If not for that belt, they might have fallen off. What I wouldn’t give to catch a glimpse of that bare ass.

Then he turned around, and I was thinking about what else those jeans were getting in the way of me seeing. He’d be long and thick. Everything about this guy was big, so of course his dick would be too.

It took me more than a few seconds to register that he was looking directly at me. Here I stood, holding a mostly eaten taco in my right hand, plate close to my chin, my eyes directly on him. I was gaping at him through the window like some sort of weirdo.

I dropped the taco and stepped back, mortified. I shrank back into the room and turned and headed for the table, planning to make another taco. My appetite had suddenly fled, but I had to do something in case he came walking in.

The sound didn’t resume, even as I sat back down. He’d stopped working. Maybe he was just doing something else. But I didn’t hear the shears either. Just birds chirping and a lawnmower off in the distance. The usual sounds of summer.

When the door burst open, I almost dropped my taco again. Oh, shit. He was coming in.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he breezed through the living room. “Feel free to join me if you want.”

My mouth fell open and stayed there. By the time I turned around, I was once again alone in this area of the cabin. But the doorway to the bedroom where I’d changed was now closed.

Shower. With him. Had he actually invited me to do that?

No, I couldn’t. I was Sadie Sawyer, good girl to the core. I’d never done anything even the slightest bit rebellious. Until I ran out on my wedding and hid out in a stranger’s cabin. Maybe I was on a rebellious streak.

I could say no to this opportunity and head over to his cabin. I’d spend the night there alone and tomorrow I could hop in my car and go back to my suburban hometown in northern Knoxville. I’d settle back into my life and forget about all this.

As if it would be that easy. I knew full well that if I did that, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I’d gone through that bedroom door and crept into the shower I now heard running.

Yes, this was one adventure I could not pass up.

4

DEREK

My dick was hard. That was one unavoidable fact I had to face as I stepped into the shower stall and flipped on the water.

The water was ice cold, and my first instinct was to step back. But no, I needed this. I had to get rid of this boner before I headed back out again. That meant either dousing myself in cold water or stroking myself until I came, Sadie’s image serving as my inspiration.

The cold water did no good. After a couple of minutes, it was clear nothing was changing, so I turned the knob until the water gradually warmed up. Then I grasped my cock and prepared to start jerking off. It should just take a couple of minutes, as turned on as I was right now.

I’d closed my eyes and slid my hand all the way from the base to the tip when a noise alerted me I was no longer alone. I turned and saw the most beautiful sight of my life through the glass shower door. I had an uninterrupted view of the runaway bride, fully naked, entering the bathroom.

Was I imagining it? I froze in place, staring at her, sure if I blinked, she’d no longer be standing there.

“Is the offer still open?” she asked, biting her lip shyly.

“Hell, yeah,” I said.

I winced at my own blunt language. This woman deserved to be treated like the classy lady she was. She’d made it clear she was a virgin saving herself for marriage.

But maybe she wasn’t so innocent. Earlier, when I turned and saw her watching me through the window, she definitely didn’t look innocent. She was staring at me like I was a juicy steak she wanted to bite into.

And that was why I’d blurted my pervy invitation as I entered the cabin. In no way had I ever dreamed she’d take me up on it.

My heart raced as Sadie crossed the short distance from the door to the shower stall. Her gaze dropped to my groin as she pulled on the handle.

I was still holding my cock. I immediately released my grip and dropped my hand to my side, only for her eyes to widen.

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