Page 25 of Sizzling In the Mountains

And she’s mine.

I know you can’t possess another person, but my soul is possessing hers just like hers is possessing mine. We’re one. At least, we will be once I slide my hard cock into her tight little cunt.

I grip my raging shaft and stand up. Her sexy little eyes dart right to it as she tries to catch her breath.

“We’re gonna?—”

The heavy sound of a firetruck rolling down the street interrupts me.

“Fuck,” I grunt as the roaring gets louder.

Victoria gasps as she pulls her dress up over her tits. I groan when those beautiful breasts disappear from my view.

“Where is my underwear?” she asks as she looks around in a panic.

They’re in my pocket, but I’m not about to tell her that.

“I’m not sure,” I say as I look around.

“Shit!” she says when the big garage door starts opening.

She runs to her camera, shoves it into her bag, and runs to the back door.

“You’re leaving?” I ask, feeling sick with disappointment.

“I—” She looks at me for a moment but then the firetruck appears with the guys inside and she turns and bursts out the door, leaving me alone.

Alone and longing with a rock hard cock and a weight in my chest.

CHAPTER TEN

James

I’m at home chopping wood, trying to burn through all of this intense energy surging through my veins. I grab a thick piece and put it on the block.

“Damn it,” I whisper as I look out at the stunning lake. A loon is gliding on the still water, singing a mournful song. I still can’t believe we got interrupted again this afternoon.

The boys returned and my girl sprinted out of the firehouse before I was done with her. She didn’t even have time to find her panties, which are still stuffed in my pocket.

I take them out as I look at the lake, put them to my nose, and inhale deep. The warm sensuous smell of her pussy fills my lungs and makes me feel a little better.

After I get my fill, I stuff them back into my pocket and grab the ax. I bring it down with a fierce grunt, splitting the thick log in two.

I’m getting sweaty so I peel off my shirt and continue, working my frustration off on this wood.

I’ve cut up half an oak tree when Victoria’s small blue car comes rolling down my long driveway, crunching on the gravel.

I sink my ax into the chopping block with a grunt and walk over as she parks.

I’m in awe as I stare at her while she turns off the car and opens the door. She’s here. I can’t believe she’s here.

“I’m sorry to show up unannounced,” she says with her shy cheeks turning red. She doesn’t have to apologize for showing up. I want to be around her as much as I can. If it were up to me, we’d be chained together.

“I called Graham and he gave me your address,” she says as she looks around at my secluded log house beside the lake. “It’s beautiful by the way. Anyway, I got your pictures printed and I wanted to go over them with you to pick the best one.”

“Is that really why you came?” I ask as I go to her.

She swallows hard as she watches me approach.

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