Page 9 of Reuniting with the Mountain Man

I could imagine the heat in his stare as he watched me move toward climax for the third time in minutes. His breathing was getting heavy, so I focused on that as my body climbed upward again, heading toward that feeling that I could only describe as the most incredible experience of my life.

Nothing had ever felt as good as an orgasm. Not that first bite of my favorite food, not happy hour at the wine bar with my best friends, and certainly not making out with a guy. No, this was what life was all about.

A tiny squeak escaped my throat as my pussy contracted again, pulsing, wrapping itself even tighter around Jesse, whose thrusts increased. As I came down, I opened my eyes to see his eyes were closed, and he was trying to catch his breath while his cock began throbbing inside me.

Finally, he stilled, and I waited for him to kiss me again. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t fall to the ground next to me and pull me in his arms, either. Instead, he moved off me and stood.

A wave of panic swept through my body. This was it. This was where he’d make it clear that this was nothing more than a quick fling. He looked down at me, obviously working up the nerve to say something.

I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t sure which would be worse—for him to dump me now or say goodbye at the end of the weekend and ghost me as soon as his bike hit the interstate.

No, I’d make sure neither of those things happened. I bolted upright and pushed myself to my feet.

“I have to go,” I said. “I can’t be seen creeping out of here at all hours of the night.”

It was already all hours of the night. And if anyone caught me on the security cameras, I might very well be asked what I was doing on the premises so late.

But deep down, I knew that I could just tell them I’d hung out with an old friend. It wouldn’t be a lie. That was exactly what I’d done.

“Will you be at the parade in the morning?” he asked.

I was in the process of sliding into my panties, but something in his voice stopped me. A hint of disappointment. More than a hint.

He was just upset that I was ending this before he could. Nobody liked the feeling of being rejected. Once he thought it over later, though, he’d probably be glad I put an end to things.

“Not sure,” I said. “I’ll try to make it, but mornings can be a time crunch.”

I avoided eye contact as I made my way around the room, gathering my clothing and getting dressed. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw him watching me, not moving at all.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

Something about his tone caught my attention. Sadness? Rejection? Maybe a mix of both. I told myself it was what I’d decided earlier. Jesse simply wanted to be the one to walk away from this.

“You live eight hours away,” I said. “It’s the same issue we had the last time we met in this town.”

“You were just out of high school then,” Jesse said. “Things are different now.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and began tucking it into my pants. “So, you’re just going to uproot your life and move here to be with me?”

There was another option, of course. I could uproot my life and move to wherever he lived—Ohio, Illinois, Indiana… It didn’t matter. As much as I loved this little mountain town, I was new here. I could certainly relocate somewhere else.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he was going to hurt me. If we did make it past the weekend, there was no way he was in for a lifelong commitment after only a day with me. Dump or be dumped. That was the mission here.

I shook my head, trying to shut out the sight of him wearing only his underwear. “I have to go.”

He was not just hot. He was adorable in every way. I’d already developed real feelings for him. Getting out of here now would just keep me from sinking even deeper.

“Makenna,” Jesse said as I opened my mouth to say my goodbyes.

My body was angled toward the door, preparing for a quick exit, but the sound of my name caused me to squeeze my eyes shut. There was so much emotion when he said that one word. Nobody had ever said my name like that before.

“You can’t just walk out after we found each other again,” he said.

Found each other again. There it was—the promise of a future beyond what we’d already shared. I couldn’t buy into it, though.

“This is better for both of us,” I said. “It would only get harder from here. Goodbye, Jesse.”

The hurt in his eyes went straight to my heart just as the sound of my name on his lips had seconds ago. I shut everything out and focused on getting out that door. Tomorrow it would be easier, and the next day and the next. Eventually, I’d forget about him. I’d done it once, and I could do it again.

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