Page 9 of Chased By the Mountain Man

“Not what you want to be doing?”

Jasmine bites her lip, frowning. Looks like this time I’m the one who’s hit a nerve.

“You don’t have to answer,” I tell her quickly. The last thing I want to do is upset this angel.

“No it’s okay,” she says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. But her face tells a different story. “It’s just a job. I majored in psychology. Graduated last year. I wanted to be a counselor.”

“Wanted? Past tense?”

Jasmine opens her mouth and closes it again. “It…I…uh, hey, that cheesecake was really good, is there any more?”

“You bet.”

I don’t push her. She didn’t push me. But as I get up to cut us each another slice of cheesecake, I can’t help wishing I knew more about the curvy beauty sitting at my table.

***

After dinner, time seems to move at double speed. It’s like the clock on the wall knows I want more time with Jasmine, and it’s purposefully ticking faster just to spite me. We chat for a while before Jasmine heads into the bathroom to take a shower, and I’m left sitting on the couch, my cock aching at the thought of her naked and dripping wet on the other side of the wall. I leave one of my t-shirts for her outside the bathroom door, and when she pads back into the living room a short while later, I can’t help but stare. She’s fresh-faced and beautiful, her skin still a little pink from the shower, my t-shirt swamping her curvy body and tumbling down to her knees.

So fucking adorable.

“Thanks for the shirt,” she says sweetly, yawning.

“No problem. You tired?”

She rubs her eyes and nods. “It’s been a long day.”

“I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

She follows me to the guest bedroom. It’s small but cozy, with a view over the darkening mountain landscape, and Jasmine smiles when she sees it.

“Perfect! Thank you so much.”

Fuck knows how I’m going to get any sleep. Knowing this angel will be lying in bed so close to me is already giving me a hard-on.

“Well, I’ll leave you to sleep,” I grunt, hoping she doesn’t notice the growing bulge in my jeans. “Tell me if you need anything.”

“Got it. Thanks.” Jasmine smiles. “Goodnight, Trent.”

“Goodnight.”

Reluctantly, I step out of the room and head to my own bed. It takes me a long time to get to sleep, especially since I can hear the soft creaking of bedsprings from the guestroom every time Jasmine turns over. The noise fills my head with dirty thoughts—the bed creaking beneath us as I fuck Jasmine’s wet pussy, filling her with my cock until she’s screaming for me, that pretty face screwed up with pleasure.

Goddammit, what’s wrong with me?

I shouldn’t be thinking these things. Jasmine is so damn young, way too young for a grumpy old veteran like me. She’s also vulnerable and scared, and she’s counting on me to keep her safe from the cops. The last thing she needs is for me to start acting like a dirty old man.

But fuck…I want her.

More than I’ve ever wanted anything.

With a bitter groan, I punch my pillow, trying to let out some of my frustration. Then I roll onto my side and after a lot of grunting and sighing, I finally fall into a restless sleep.

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Jasmine

“AHHH!”

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