Page 20 of Scolded By the Mountain Man

“S-so do I,” I reply, stammering with every one of his brutal thrusts.

“And considering how good you are, you better expect a whole lot more of this.”

The coarse way he speaks to me is so hot and turns me on in a way I never would have anticipated. I feel so tiny beneath him. His hands are so enormous as they grip my hips it’s like I weigh nothing as he pulls me back and forth like I’m being used as an object for his pleasure as he plunges into me. And somehow that makes me even hornier.

He spins me over, pins me down on my chest, and spanks me hard on my backside.

“Christ, you’re sexy,” he grunts, pumping faster and faster. The sheer intensity of his energy causes my pleasure to skyrocket as this billionaire man-soldier drives his sex into me over and over and over again.

My flesh tightens around his manhood, and I reach back and grab hold of him as my climax drives through me like a train going off the tracks and I’m screaming his name into the pillows of the couch, my hips bucking wildly like a bucking bronco.

I seize on to his shaft, my body seeking to milk every drop of his seed as he sprays inside me, basking in the ferocious heat and wondrous bliss created by the connection of our bodies. And finally, I collapse forward into the cushions and Tyson lands on top of me, all of his heft and muscle pressing the air from my lungs.

I laugh at just how enormous he is and shift to the side to catch my breath.

It may not have been a marathon, but it didn’t take more than a sprint for him to have completely ravaged me.

“What are you giggling about?” he asks.

“You,” I reply. “You’re like one enormous slab of muscle on my back.”

He chuckles, running his fingers through my hair. “That’s the strangest compliment anyone’s ever paid me.”

“Trust me. It’s a good one.”

I can’t sleepat all. The stars are simply shining too brightly now that the clouds are all gone and I can see the sky for the first time since being lost out here. It’s like thousands and thousands of spotlights all shining down on me.

I stand naked by the window, my eyes drawn to those countless shining globes above. Is it the heavens I’m looking up at now? You can’t see them from Manhattan. They’re all blacked out by the lights of the city. As I stand there, I can’t help but feel as though that’s some kind of metaphor that goes hand in hand with my life.

I turn and look back at Tyson, sound asleep in bed, the beautifully sculpted muscles of his back poking out from beneath the covers. Happiness. I could definitely find happiness here.

A smile is crossing my face when I hear something downstairs. It sounds like scratching, and immediately my first thought is the bear has come back to finish me off. But then I realize the sound is too faint to be a bear.

I’m this close to waking up Tyson, but I don’t want to be that overreactive woman who freaks out over every little thing she hears in the night and wakes up the man while he’s trying to sleep. So I throw on my pants and slip into one of Tyson’s t-shirts and head downstairs.

The sound is louder when I reach the living room. It definitely sounds like either a person or an animal trying to get in the front door, and that’s not good. I need to wake up Tyson. I’m just about to turn and head back upstairs when I hear a key slide into the lock and turn.

The door opens, and a gorgeous blonde with model-like good looks steps into the cabin, looking like she was just hired for a hiking gear photoshoot. I take a step back as she eyeballs me up and down.

“Hi there, who are you?”

I don’t know why I answer, but I simply reply, “I–I’m Penny.”

“Hi, Penny. I’m Gracie, Tyson’s wife.”

She smiles.

My jaw drops.

And my heart breaks.

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TYSON

I’m wokenup by the sounds of Penny shouting from downstairs. I blink several times and look around to see that yep, she’s not in the bedroom, and quickly throw on some pants and rush down to the living room to find probably the worst scenario I could possibly imagine.

Penny standing in front of Gracie.

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