Page 11 of Ten Mountain Men

More meaningful glances.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Gold asks in a small voice.

“No, ma’am, you do not,” I reply. “You have to—”

“Luke’s right. You don’t get a say. We caused you to fall and injure yourself, so we insist that you stay and let us make sure you’re alright. And feed you lunch,” Hunter tells her.

I can’t help myself. I groan a groan that rises from deep within my soul. If I know Hunter, and I do, he isn’t going to take a no from her or me.

They’re all making lovesick cow eyes at her, like they’ve never seen a woman before. All at once they’re yammering, each vocalizing their desire to be the one to carry her to the cabin as all of them but Hunter scramble to get dressed, falling all over themselves to be the one to save the damsel in distress.

Smitten, every damn one of them, and I want to smack them all on the back of the head, one at a time, and remind them that love at first sight is bullshit. Love is bullshit. This is bullshit.

I don’t like it.

And I don’t like that I’m outnumbered. I’m always outnumbered. You’d think being the oldest, what I say would go, but nope.

“Do not bring her back to the cabin,” I tell them.

But I know they won’t listen.We’re not a Lukeocracy, they’ll say.Everyone gets a vote, everyone’s vote is equal.

They’re too blinded by her beauty to see it, but I know this woman, whoever she is, is nothing but a headful of blonde hair, curves for days, and a whole heap of trouble.

Chapter 4

Goldie

My head—Ow.

My ankle—OW.

My cheeks, which have felt slapped hot by embarrassment ever since the fog clouding my brain started to lift and I realized that the Sasquatches I watched bathing, and then straddled (only one of them, but still), are not actually mythical creatures but incredibly virile, giant-in-stature men—owwww.

Everything hurts, even the sharp knife of disappointment that goes through me because these bearded, long-haired, incredibly burly men, despite having bodies that are hot as hell, are not what I was looking for. I know it’s only the first day of my venture, but I was so sure I’d just gotten lucky and found a nest of Sasquatches right away, like it was fate.

“How tall are you?” I blurt out to the one who was told to escort me back to my car.

Lynx, he was called, and he does look like a lynx with his golden-green catlike eyes. But his wild hair falls down past his butt, jet-black like a panther. He holds me steady with massive arms, and I get a neck cramp as I tilt my head back forty-five degrees in order to look up at him.

“Seven foot one,” he says in a gruff, grumbly voice.

The grumbling sounds I’d heard from a distance were the deep, velvety timbre of their voices. So low, so resonant that their whole chest rumbles. It really does. I felt it when the grumpy one they called Luke talked and my hands vibrated as they skimmed over his pecs…

Oh me, oh my, indeed. I have to be hallucinating or dreaming. Or maybe I’m dead. Could I have died and gone to Big & Tall Man Heaven?

Another one—Hunter, they’re calling him—is kneeling down at my feet, with a hand as massive as a bear’s paw around my ankle as he assesses the damage. The thick, sandy-blond hair on his arms shines in the midday sunlight. The hair on his head is darker, probably because it’s wet. He’s dripping on me, but I don’t mind.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but we should get you back to the cabin so Lynx here can examine it thoroughly,” he says, and the way he’s holding my foot is…nice.

I gaze at Hunter, flashing a grateful smile and getting caught on the warmth of his hazel eyes. They sparkle.

When he kneels, he’s practically my height. Wow.

Also, he’s still naked, my good God.

They may not be Sasquatches, but they are all definitely built like hot and hairy mythical creatures…right down to their enormous cocks. I didn’t know cocks came that big.

Also, I’ve never had the urge to run my fingers through anyone’s pubic hair before, but here we are. The golden curlicues wreathing the base of Hunter’s very erect cock shimmer invitingly.

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