Page 14 of Chased By the Mountain Man

Jasmine moans as she bobs her head up and down, taking my cock deep into her warm mouth. It’s sloppy and wet and so fucking good. I watch her in awe, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky. My girl is sucking my cock like she can’t get enough, and already I feel my balls start to tighten, my orgasm building as I watch Jasmine move faster.

“Shit, I’m gonna come soon, princess. You should stop now or I’m gonna—”

But she doesn’t stop. She sucks harder, her pretty green eyes blinking innocently up at me, and my cock explodes in her mouth. I let out a hoarse shout as pleasure pulses through me, thick streams of cum coating Jasmine’s tongue. She swallows it down, her lips wet and sticky as she smiles at me.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing,” I tell her, my heart still hammering as I slowly get my breath back.

Jasmine giggles. “You taste good. Like vanilla.”

“So do you, princess. So damn good.” I reach for her, my hands gripping her soft skin, pulling her into my arms. “I want to taste you again right now.”

She grins at me but shakes her head. “I think we should get some sleep first. It’s still the middle of the night.”

“You’re the boss, beautiful.”

I get up to turn off the light before lying beside Jasmine, spooning her so that her back is to my chest, my cock pressing against her soft ass. I breathe in her candy-sweet scent, twisting a lock of her hair between my fingers as she says, “Goodnight, Trent.”

“Goodnight, Jasmine.”

I listen to the sound of her breathing as it turns deep and slow, and eventually I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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I wake up later than usual the next morning, blinking away sleep as I look over at Jasmine. She’s on her back now, eyes closed, her pretty lips parted as she snores softly. My heart clenches as I look at her. She looks so young and innocent. Her skin is smooth and plump, free of the wrinkles and scars that line my face, and I run a hand over my beard feeling agitated.

Last night.

It hits me in a rush of memories: my nightmare, opening up to Jasmine, kissing her, tasting her, my tongue in her pussy, my cock in her mouth…

It was fucking perfect. All of it. I loved every moment of my night with Jasmine, but at the same time, I’m pissed at myself for letting it happen. I feel like an asshole. I was meant to protect her and keep her safe from the cops, not stick my tongue inside her and watch her suck my cock.

Even if it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…

But goddammit, that’s not the point!

Jasmine deserves better. She deserves somebody her own age, somebody who isn’t so damn messed up. And yeah, maybe the thought of her being with another guy makes me want to punch the ground with my bare hands, but this isn’t about me. It’s about what’s best for the sweet young woman lying in my bed. It’s her I need to think about now.

I feel like an idiot. What was I thinking? Seriously, what did I fucking think would happen? That we’d go riding off into the sunset together, a broken old veteran like me with a girl like Jasmine? I’m forty-years-old, dammit, I shouldn’t be this naïve. This isn’t a movie. I need to fix things. I need to get Jasmine’s co-worker to confess what he did so that she can get back to her normal life. Then she can follow her dreams and become a counselor like she’s always wanted, and I’ll go back to being alone, keeping my dark memories contained instead of letting all my problems infect this perfect angel.

Swallowing down the guilt that’s burning inside me, I get out of bed as quietly as possible and pull on some clothes, trying not to look at Jasmine. I know that going our separate ways will be the best thing for her, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept. She’s been like a bright light in my life, a pure shot of happiness, but I can’t be selfish. I can’t put my wants above hers. Not ever.

Once I’m ready, I write a quick note telling Jasmine I’ll be back soon. I leave it in the kitchen before heading out the front door and beginning the drive down to Winterdale. According to my phone, the bank opens in thirty minutes, so I stop my truck in the employee parking lot and wait, keeping my eyes peeled. Jasmine mentioned yesterday that Danny’s a young guy, blond, around her age. But none of the employees I see making their way into the bank fit that description. Time passes, and I’m starting to think the son of a bitch isn’t going to show when finally, a dirty white car pulls up fifteen minutes after the bank’s opening time.

With everything that happened between Jasmine and me yesterday, my anger toward Danny was pushed to the side. But it flares up in full force now as I watch him. He’s a smug-faced twenty-something, stumbling out of his car like he’s half drunk, and my fists clench as I jump out of my truck and start toward him.

“Danny?” I call, wanting to make sure I’ve got the right guy.

He turns to look at me, an eyebrow lifting as he takes in my stature. “Yeah?”

I grab him by the collar and slam him back against his car, letting fury take over as I think about what this guy did to Jasmine: planting drugs in her car because she wouldn’t go out with him, calling her names to soothe his ego, trying to get her arrested. My hand is itching to punch him in the face, to show him exactly what I think of him, but I have to try and control my temper if I want this to work.

Danny is looking up at me, dazed and frightened, trying to squirm away. “What the fuck, man?”

Don’t hit him. Can’t hit him. Not yet anyway.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say, my voice so low and menacing that Danny instantly shuts up. “You’re going to drive to the police station right now, and you’re going to tell them that you have a confession to make.”

“A…a confession?”

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