Page 31 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“We need to get out there and eat or Brock will get angry.” Giving her a playful slap on the bottom, I couldn’t help but chuckle hearing her squeal. Sitting up, I slid from the bed. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her up and onto her feet.
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Brock
Preparing supper, I could periodically hear the two of them in the bedroom. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing, but what I did know was that it included them being naked and exploring each other’s bodies. There was a part of me that was disappointed that they didn’t wait so we could play together, but the previous night I had every intention of partaking in Genevieve with or without Tyler. So…tit for tat, I suppose.
Besides, there was always later.
The storm had picked up again and it looked like we’d be snowed in for quite some time yet, over a week or so would by my guess. Lots of time.
The fire in the fireplace had been tended and was burning brightly. I’d already changed into lounge pants and a clean t-shirt and supper was on the table by the time the two of them emerged, fully dressed and faces flushed, looking like two guilty teenagers. It made me silently chuckle.
If the truth be known, as much as I wouldn’t want to because I was quite drawn to her myself, I would step aside for Tyler if he wanted Genevieve all to himself. He’d had a hard time with the death of his wife and son;’ it took him a long time before he even considered dating or being with other women. He deserved to be happy and in love.
Not that I didn’t deserve to be in love and find the woman of my dreams to settle down with. The difference was that I didn’t know what it was like to fall deeply and commit myself to someone, so I didn’t have the longing that I knew he had deep down inside, regardless of how much he denied it.
“Hope you two worked up an appetite,” I joked as Genevieve sat down at her spot at the table.
“I, umm…” Genevieve turned several shades of red. It was quite amusing, and her embarrassment tempted me to continue with the teasing.
“I imagine we’re all famished,” Tyler cut in surveying the table. “How in the hell did you have the time to prepare all this?”
Chucking, I began to serve out the pork chops. “I had a fair amount of time to get it accomplished.”
Genevieve, who had just taken a sip of water, started to choke. “I’m sorry Brock. It took awhile to…”
Raising a brow, I looked at her from across the table, anxious to see what kind of excuse that she could come up with. I’d heard a few of her moans from the bedroom. The moans reminded me of the previous evening and how amazing it had felt to indulge in her, making my dick jerk in my pants. Thankfully I was sitting and the table blocked her view of my growing erection.
“A while to...?” There was no way I was going to let her off so easily.
“Brock…. Dude.” Tyler said.
Shifting my gaze, I looked at my partner, curious as to what he had to offer up. I tried to keep the smile from my face as I cut a piece of my pork chop and shoved it into my mouth, but it was damned hard.
“So, you enjoyed our little excursion, Genevieve?” I asked, looking back to her.
She’d been in the process of chewing but stopped suddenly and stared at me. She kind of reminded me of the deer we’d seen earlier. She’d been spotted and had no idea if she should stay or flee. At least I’d changed the subject, I wasn’t a complete asshole.
Swallowing, she nodded. “It was amazing. Beautiful. I love New York. The lights and action. The craziness. The people. There’s no place in the world like New York City.”
My heart sank a little bit and I didn’t know why exactly. I suppose there was a part of me that wanted her to love the mountains like Tyler and I did. Though when it came right down to it, what did it matter, really? If we were considering some sort of relationship it would matter, but we weren’t.
After taking a drink, she continued, “But at the same time, it’s so peaceful here.” She gave me a rueful grin. “With the exception of the escaped convicts that is. You don’t get to see deer and wolves and all the beautiful animals that live freely in the woods. We have Central Park where we can see animals in cages. There’s some ducks roaming around and lots of pigeons.”
“Pigeons. Nice.” Laughing, I cut off another piece of pork chop. “What about the men and dating?”
She laughed. “If you’re asking about my love life it’s pretty non-existent. You’d think living in a city with millions of men that it wouldn’t be so hard, but believe me when I say it’s challenging. Finding losers is easy enough, finding quality men is another story.”
“Especially men of our caliber,” I joked, motioning toward Tyler and then pointing back to myself.
Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze. “I suppose you could say that. Men aren’t the same there as they are here. It’s hard to explain.”
Despite her claim it that was hard to explain, it really wasn’t. Men like me and Tyler could never be happy in her concrete world. We needed the woods, the snow, the fresh air. The lack of women to choose from was a small price to pay for the peace and tranquilly that the great outdoors offered us.
And that is why we could never be with her for anything permanent.
“Perhaps if I can get this new book finished and by some miracle it be a bestseller I can consider coming here more often. I could consider it my writing retreat.”
“That sounds like a brilliant plan,” Tyler said. “You’re fortunate enough to have a job that gives the flexibility that most people dream about. Go anywhere. Do anything. And still make a living. That’s the dream right there, baby.”
She nodded and smiled. “Everyone wants to make a career out of what they love. It’s unfortunate that most people are forced to spend their lives unhappy with what they do for a living. The average person spends a quarter to nearly a third of their lives working; that’s a lot of time to be unhappy considering how quickly a person’s life goes by.”
I looked at Tyler and caught his gaze. She was absolutely right. It was something we both learned early on. Life went on regardless of the decisions you made or tragedies you endured. Time you never got back. Whether it be a dead-end career, a loveless relationship, or being scared of trying something new, it was a travesty to waste a single second of something so precious as your life.
