Page 7 of Snowed in with the Mountain Man

She looked at me then, and I couldn’t lie. “You’re right. After my parents died, I was devastated. But just a few months later, my high school girlfriend dumped me. She said I’d changed. As if losing both your parents at the age of seventeen wouldn’t change somebody.”

“Pretty coldhearted,” she said. “When my mom died, I guess I did a little of that too. But mostly, I was avoiding becoming just like my mother—a single mom with two kids I can’t take care of and a drug habit. I don’t do drugs or even drink.”

“And you don’t get pregnant,” I said.

She laughed. “No risk of that.”

Did that mean she was on birth control? It was none of my business, but my body was pushing me toward having sex with this woman, and that made it my business.

“I’ve never had sex,” she said. “I’m on birth control, just in case. But I always ran from the thought of having sex. When it does happen, I want it to be with a partner who will help me raise the baby right.”

She didn’t want to have sex with someone she wasn’t going to raise a baby with. That should have been bad news, but it didn’t bother me, not in the slightest. In fact, it had me thinking about what it would be like to raise a baby with her. To be her partner every day. To have someone to come home to after a tiring shift. To celebrate the little things in life…and big things like our kids graduating kindergarten or getting all A’s on a report card.

Wait a second. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

She nodded. “Never even had an orgasm.”

If I’d been drinking something, I would have done a spit take on those words. My hard-on was in full force. It had nothing to do with the virginity thing and everything to do with the fact that she’d used the word “orgasm.”

“You can give yourself one of those, you know,” I said. “No risk of pregnancy at all.”

“Yeah, I never could figure it out.” She shrugged, making water slosh around her. “I looked it up online and tried to follow the directions.”

My eyebrows rose. “Follow the directions? It’s not a piece of furniture you have to assemble.”

“That would probably be easier,” she said. “I know there’s that little sensitive part.”

“Your clit,” I said.

She winced. Maybe that word was too harsh for her. Should I have said clitoris? That sounded so clinical. Not sexy at all.

“If you want, I can walk you through it right now,” I said.

Holy shit. What was I doing? Offering to show her how to give herself an orgasm? But I couldn’t seem to control myself.

“Let’s do it together,” she said.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, staring at her and wondering if I was dreaming this whole thing. Maybe the heat from the hot tub had gone to my head. I hadn’t hydrated lately. I could very well be having some sort of dehydration-induced hallucination.

“Grab your…you know…cock?” she said. “Or should I call it an erection? Penis? Dick? Hard-on?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “Please stop. Cock works just fine.”

“Your cock works just fine?”

She was smiling now, and I appreciated her trying to lighten the mood. But my body was on fire and my cock begged for release.

I looked around, as though anyone else would be out here, and pushed my underwear down until my erection sprang out. It was no release, but at least I had a little more room to breathe.

“Okay,” I said. “It’s in my hand.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at the water around me. For a second, I wondered if she could see my hand wrapped around my cock beneath the water, but no, she wouldn’t be able to see that from there.

“Now, reach inside your panties and slip your finger inside you,” I said.

Her eyes widened, then she shook her head. “I can’t.”

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