Page 34 of Mountain Man Bad Boy

Who would have imagined just over three weeks ago, that prim and proper Nurse Gina would be standing naked beside me in a hotel bathroom, brushing her teeth so that we could make love? She offered me the toothbrush when she was done, and I took it without reservation. I rinsed my mouth out, tasting mint, and went back to check on the shower.

Holding her hand, I helped her into the tub. We took our time, washing every inch of each other’s bodies with the little hotel soaps. She got down on her knees, running her hands down my sides to hold steady and took every inch of myself in her sweet mouth. I groaned loudly, holding my hands on both sides of her head and gently squeezed her hair, slightly willing myself deeper into her throat. As her tongue lapped up all sides of my cock and I felt closer to release, I picked her up, quickly turning her around to face the wall and crushed into her sopping wetness. We quickly came together, our juices mixing together, running with the water down the drain. It was like we had been made for each other. All the careful flirting without flirting of the first three weeks erupted in a landslide of carnal pleasure. We didn’t have to say anything; just being together was enough.

I had never experienced anything like this before. With my last girlfriend, it had been hot and heavy, but as soon as it was over, it was over. I had felt no desire to linger, to talk, to cuddle or caress each other afterward. But Gina was different. With her, I didn’t want to leave. I could have spent the whole day in that hotel room, doing nothing but making her happy. I wished I didn’t have to go to work and wondered what she would do all day without me.

I just assumed we would get together again once I had finished my shift but was grateful to hear her say so as we both retrieved our clothing.

“When do you get off?” she asked.

“Six,” I said.

“You want to have dinner again?”

“Sure.” I strung my belt through its loops.

“Your place tonight,” she said ruefully. “I want to see where you live.”

I sighed. “It’s not as nice as this place.”

“I don’t care.” She found my shirt in one corner and tossed it to me.

I shrugged into it, straightening the collar. “Okay. I’ll text you the address.”

She kissed me, grabbing two fists full of my shirt and hauling me to her. I laughed, losing my balance and putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. The kiss was hot, and I thought I felt another stirring of the beast down below. I pried myself away, afraid that if I stayed any longer, I would have to take another shower.

At work, all my buddies could tell I had gotten laid. They were joking and catcalling as soon as I walked in the door. I changed shirts at my locker but not in time to hide from Derrick. He came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulders.

“Get lucky last night?” he asked.

I shrugged him off, tucking my head into the work shirt. “Get lost.”

“I know that smile,” he said, pointing a finger at me as he walked away.

Even Derrick, it seemed, was aware of the bro code, that every conquest deserves a celebration. Luckily, he didn’t actually give a shit about me and didn’t ask any follow-up questions. I had a harder time dodging Mr. Matthews.

“How’s that TV working out for you?” my boss asked over lunch.

“Fine.” I grinned, feeling a slight pang of guilt about what Mr. Matthews would think if he knew what I’d really been up to last night and with whom.

20

GINA

It seemed like all we had done was talk before going to the hotel room, and within the room, all conversation ceased. We made love like animals, twice in one night—three times if you counted the morning shower. I just wanted to wrap myself around him and stay like that forever. But of course, he hadn’t taken a vacation, and I couldn’t expect him to drop everything just because I came to town.

Our mutual assumption that we would be together for at least one more night was comforting. Already, I was beginning to lose some of my anxiety. Whatever the ramifications of our coupling were, they would be worth it. I still had most of my vacation left and a second date with Porter in the evening. That was enough. In my entire life, I couldn’t remember being happier or more satisfied than I was that morning, watching him walk out the door.

I went downstairs for free coffee and pastries in the hotel lobby. While there, I watched the news on a mounted television. I had a whole day to kill, so I decided to walk down Main Street again and maybe pop into some of the stores. I spent some time browsing shelves and bought myself a hat and some sunglasses. I passed the hardware store and stopped outside a hair salon.

The Wooden Rose Salon was done up with a beautiful stencil of a rose on the door. I figured getting a blowout could kill an hour and give me someone to talk to. I pushed through the door into the interior to find two stylists buzzing around empty chairs. One woman was straightening her tools, and another was at the register, punching numbers into the computer. They both looked up as I entered and smiled.

“Welcome,” the woman at the computer said.

“Thanks.” I grinned. I was relieved again to realize I knew neither of these women.

“What can we do for you?” She left her screen, turning all her attention to our interaction.

“I was thinking just a blowout,” I said, touching my newly brushed but still knotted in places hair.

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