Page 10 of Waiting for the Mountain Man

“Did you…?” he asked.

I nodded. I couldn’t say the “c” word out loud. I wondered if I’d ever be comfortable talking like that. A guy like Denver would probably like a woman who could get down and dirty in bed. But it was my first time. It was understandable it would take time to warm up enough to do things like that.

I glanced back over my shoulder. “It’s your turn,” I said. “We’d better hurry before we get caught.”

He opened his mouth, and I swore he was about to end things. We could finish it later somewhere else, he’d offer.

But I wasn’t going to let him do that. No. He was coming right here inside me. In public. Our first time was going to be fantasy fodder for years, even if he didn’t want to be with me after today.

Our eyes met again as I resumed moving on him, and the way he was looking at me made it clear this wasn’t the end for us. It was only the beginning.

6

DENVER

God, Cassie felt good. Her pussy was warm and slick. And so tight. I never imagined anything could be this tight.

I’d been holding out while I watched her bounce up and down, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. Now, that image was frozen in my brain, and I knew that meant I wouldn’t last much longer.

I had to touch her again, though. I moved my hands beneath her shirt and cupped her breasts, and she threw her head back, her hips gyrating in time with her movements.

She was a guy’s wet dream, and she was right here in my hands. Literally. In fact, feeling her hard nipples against my palms was what did me in, and I came, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

She said she was on the pill, but as I spilled my seed inside her, all I could think about was how I wished I could get her pregnant. Maybe her birth control would fail and we’d have a little one in nine months. But no, I had to make sure she was on the same page as I was with that.

I was thinking forever. She might just be seeing me as an item she’d checked off her to-do list.

When it was over, I pulled her toward me, my arms automatically going around her. Neither of us moved for what seemed like an eternity.

But after what turned out to be only a few minutes, a noise caused both of us to jump up, scrambling to get our clothing back into place. It would have been easy to assume nobody would find us over here, but those footsteps sure sounded close.

“Hello?” a male voice called out. “Is somebody in here?”

Cassie and I exchanged a look. Could we escape out the back door? No, we had tarps to pick up. But it was clear from his voice that this guy had no clue what we’d been doing. Cassie looked a little flushed, but anyone looking at her wouldn’t assume she’d just had sex. Not now that she had her shirt tucked back into her shorts.

“Over here!” she called out as she reached over to straighten my collar.

And then she smiled up at me, and in that look, I knew this wasn’t just an item she was checking off a list. No, she was thinking about a future with me too. I’d bet my bank account on it.

“Are you the lady who called about the tarps?” the male voice asked.

He came around the wall that had blocked us from the rest of the place. By then, Cassie had come around her chair and was standing at the end of it, staring down at her phone like she’d been doing that all along.

“You’re Brandon?” she asked the guy, who wore an apron and a name tag.

He was a lot younger than I would have expected. Probably not much older than a teenager. He looked completely clueless as to what had gone on here just seconds before he arrived. More than that—he probably wouldn’t have even cared.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was in the back eating lunch. Amy’s supposed to be out here somewhere, but she tends to…disappear. Follow me.”

Cassie glanced at me and made a funny face before rushing after the guy. I followed too, trying to snap back into business mode. I’d just come inside this woman, and now I was supposed to act like my life hadn’t permanently changed?

I paid for the tarps and led Cassie back to my truck, where I tossed everything in the bed and climbed in. It would take me a while to recover from what had happened back there, but one thing I knew was that I didn’t want this woman to walk out of my life.

“Stay,” I blurted.

I’d just started the truck, but I didn’t put it in gear yet. Instead, I turned to look at her, hating the fact that I was basically begging. I didn’t beg. But Cassie was worth breaking that rule.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said with a smile.

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