Page 4 of Scolded By the Mountain Man

“Okay, then take off your panties so I can dry your clothes for you,” he repeats firmly.

The flames are rising as I take a deep breath and reach down and hook my right thumb into the elastic of my underwear.God, I can’t believe this is happening.

The scent of pine fills my nostrils as I tug them down and pull them all the way off. I hang them up beside the rest of my clothes and stand there completely naked as Tyson places a log on the fire and stands.

He’s so much taller than I am. He must be well over six feet. When he turns and looks down at me, I feel like a miniature version of a person.

His eyes trace over me as I look up at him like a soaked little puppy. There’s nothing I can do now as I stand there, feeling the flames growing behind me, beginning to warm my back. I’m completely and utterly at his mercy. If he wanted to take me now, he could.

“Good.” He nods. “I’ll continue to grow the fire and get your clothes dry. Care for a hot chocolate?”

3

TYSON

This city girlstanding naked before me is nothing short of a goddess. Her breasts, her hips, her legs, her porcelain skin and gorgeous face—everything has come together to create the most perfect woman I have ever seen. How is it she simply stumbled onto my mountain right when the rain began?

I have one answer: destiny.

But that’s just me being overly dramatic, isn’t it? I don’t care. Thinking that makes me feel good inside, so I’m going to keep on thinking it. It’s not like I’m saying it out loud to her or anything.

“Do I want a hot chocolate?” she asks, looking slightly confused.

“That’s right,” I reply with a slight smile.

Her lips part, so perfect and plump. Her eyes look as though she’s going to ask another question. But she doesn’t. She simply nods and replies, “Okay.”

I turn and walk into the kitchen, which is open with the living room, and pour two cups of milk into a pot. Using a match, I light a burner on the propane stove and start to heat the milk.

“You were stupid coming out here on your own,” I say as I turn around to face her. She looks shocked at my frankness.I wonder if anyone has ever spoken like this to her before. Gorgeous women so very rarely ever get it so bluntly from men.

“I…I didn’t know it was going to rain,” she replies. I laugh and shake my head.

“That’s not what I meant, city girl. There are dangerous animals out here in the woods, you know? Wolves, bears, coyotes. Even a moose could hurt you.” I smile at her, doing my best to loosen her up. “Lucky for you, I’m just a dog.”

Something close to a smile comes across her face. “A dog, huh?” she asks. “And where’s your owner?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Well, someone must own this place, right?”

“I do,” I reply as the milk begins to simmer. I go back to the cabinet and take out two brown, glazed mugs and fill them both.

“You own this place?” she asks, clearly surprised. I turn back and nod.

Christ, her body is gorgeous. I can feel myself stiffening up beneath my pants. I take the chocolate, quickly pound it with my rolling pin, and add it to the simmering milk. It’s melted in seconds.

“Wow, you make fancy chocolate milk,” she says, having come up beside me to watch.

“I guess I’m just a fancy guy. Although you wouldn’t guess it from looking around.” I hand her her mug of hot chocolate and motion to the table and chairs. “You can have a seat. Do you want some soup? I can warm some up for you.”

“Wow.” Penny nods, impressed. “What a gentleman. Yes, please.”

“Don’t go calling me that yet. We’ve only just met,” I warn her, taking several cans from the pantry. “Lentil or chicken noodle?”

“Lentil, please.”

I grab another pot, start another burner, open the can, and begin to warm the soup. After blowing on her hot chocolate for a little while, Penny takes her first sip, and her eyes light right up. My whole body goes warm just from watching her reaction.

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