Page 4 of Protected By the Mountain Man

“Endorphins.” He nodded. “That can help with pain. I’m not a doctor or anything, just something I’ve noticed.”

“Sex right after getting a tattoo wouldn’t be weird?”

His expression changed then, and I knew he was on board. Not only on board, he was two seconds from ripping off the rest of my clothes.

Yes, there was no denying that heat in his stare, and I was one hundred percent sure it was reflected in my own.

“Take off your shorts,” he said.

Those words alone were enough to shoot a truckload of endorphins through my system. I was having a tough time breathing, the air had grown so heavy between us.

He stepped back, tossing the cloth aside and crossing his arms over his chest. His entire stance said he’d wait patiently until I complied.

Spurred on by the mischievous gleam in his eye, I reached for the fastening on my shorts. My heart was pounding so hard, the sound seemed to fill the room. But somehow, even with trembling fingers, I managed to slide the button through the hole and wiggle out of the shorts.

The warm leather felt almost soothing against my ass as the shorts dropped to the ground, leaving me wearing white cotton briefs and nothing else. My only regret was that I wasn’t wearing a sexier pair of panties, but if Dylan minded, he didn’t show it. In fact, the heat in his eyes seemed to have intensified.

“Now I want to see how you touch yourself,” he said.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, the intensity in them so strong, he could probably shoot lasers from them. I, meanwhile, was suddenly trembling a little, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

“I don’t do that,” I said. “Never have.”

“Let me guess.” His mouth twitched a little, like he was fighting a smile. “It’s against the rules.”

I nodded. “One of my friends told another girl that she touches herself under the covers. It got back to an instructor, and next thing we knew, she was expelled.”

“From college?” he asked.

“Yep. The handbook clearly states that we are to follow the school’s code of conduct or we can be expelled. We were told God was always watching, but I always felt like there were hidden cameras in some of the dorm rooms. Maybe I’m paranoid, but…”

I shrugged. What more was there to say? It was a fucked-up place, and almost as soon as I walked down the steps of that stage on graduation night, I was determined to break every single one of the rules in that damn code of conduct.

Starting with this tattoo.

“Do you know how?” he asked.

I frowned. “How to do what?”

“How to give yourself an orgasm.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“I’d love to watch you do that.”

I hesitated a moment. Did I dare say what was on my mind? Yes. I definitely dared.

“It’s a deal,” I said. “On one condition.”

His eyes widened a little. “What’s that?”

“You have to take off all your clothes. I want to see you touch yourself too.”

3

DYLAN

What the hell had I gotten myself into? I had no idea, but what I did know was the most beautiful woman in the world was sitting naked in front of me, and if I didn’t take advantage of this opportunity, I’d kick myself for the rest of my life.

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