Page 15 of Scolded By the Mountain Man

Simultaneously, Tyson’s cock explodes. He lets out a mighty, manly roar, and I feel a hot, sticky injection as he goes off inside me. It coats every inch within me as my mind whirls like I’ve been chained to a Ferris wheel. Each pulse from his cock prolongs the wondrous tempest that sends me higher into the atmosphere.

Eventually, I simply collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air, as Tyson slumps down on top of me. His cock still buried inside me, he envelops me in his arms and lets his lips grasp the lobe of my left ear.

“I’m so glad you got lost in the rain,” he whispers.

What a perfect thing to say at a time like this. Every warm feeling I could possibly experience hits me all at once. I smile and slowly trace the musculature of his back. Simply having my arms around this massive man is a feeling that brings me so much joy.

“That makes two of us.”

8

PENNY

When I wakeup from what must have been a nice long nap, Tyson is sleeping beside me. I open my eyes, smile, and gently trace the lines of his biceps, triceps, and shoulders with my nail, being careful not to wake him.

I can’t help but think this would be an amazing way to wake up every morning.

I realize I’m thirsty, and after all the work Tyson did saving me from that bear, then carrying me up those stairs and doing all that wonderful things he did to me, we could both probably use a glass of water. So I head down to the kitchen to grab us both one.

I fill a glass, but just as I’m about to go back upstairs, I catch a flash of something out of the corner of my eye, and it stops me right in my tracks.

I couldn’t have seen that, right?

I immediately duck for cover and grab the blanket from the couch to cover myself. Then, slowly, I stand and peer out the window again. My eyes scan the cleared land outside the cabin. At first, I see nothing. I’m just about to head upstairs again when I see it.

When I seehim.

Jerry, my boss from Goldman Sachs, walking out front in full hiking gear.

“No…it can’t be.”

He’s spotted the cabin and he’s coming this way.

This cannot happen. I cannot have him and Tyson run into each other. I have to get him out of here as quickly and as quietly as possible.

What is he doing up here anyway? How did he find this place?

Wearing nothing but a blanket, I step out the front door and call out quietly to Jerry. “Hey! Fancy seeing you here!”

I’m doing my best to appear as friendly as possible, even though he is the last person on Earth I want to see here right now. I came out here to get away from him in the first place.

Jerry’s eyes light up when he sees me, then react again when he sees me in nothing but the blanket.

“They do Airbnb out here?” he jokes, walking my way. “Cause I wouldn’t mind renting this place for a day if I ever get one off.”

I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I’m starting to panic as he stops in front of me. This cannot be happening.

“How did you find me, Jerry? I came for a hike and got caught in the storm. I’ve been stuck here ever since with no reception.”

“Stuck here, huh?” he responds. For some reason, he looks skeptical as he eyes the cabin behind me. He then turns his gaze back on me. “Henry sent me to look for you when you didn’t show up to work and you weren’t answering your phone.”

Henry, Jerry’s boss. Our senior broker.

My heart drops.

Me being on Henry’s radar is not good. Not good at all. The only time you as an analyst want to be on Henry’s radar, is if an idea you brought to Jerry made the firm a lot of money. Even when my pitch about Ainsworth Pharmaceuticals madeGoldman a big profit, Henry didn’t bother to come and thank me personally. Him sending Jerry out here to get me means he’s really pissed at me for being gone this long.

“Yeah, well, like I said,” I say, trying not to panic, “I got caught in the storm. My phone hasn’t had any signal out here. It’s been pouring rain until today, so–”

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