Page 7 of Her Silver Fox Mountain Men

Before either of my close friends can reply, I bolt right back upstairs and lock the door to my room, then strip out of my clothes and jump into the hot shower. My whole body feels tense, and I welcome the relief of the steady, steamy stream. I lean into the stone wall and let my hand do the rest.

This went from 0 to 100 with lightning speed.

One minute, I was dozing off. The next, I was rushing to save Elise. Now, I’m jerking off in the shower after seeing her naked.

I’ve noticed her around. I just didn’t expect to see her with her clothes off. She didn’t plan for that. Poor thing, she was flustered. I was speechless: that body, those sinuous lines of her hips, those thick, creamy thighs.

Gripping the base of my cock, I hold that memory steady in the center of my mind.

Stroking slowly, I imagine those legs parting for me.

Her lips on mine.

My breath is ragged, my pulse is racing. I tighten my grip and stroke faster, up and down, from base to tip, while an imagined moment unravels before my eyes. Elise’s gorgeous breasts bouncing as I take her, going hard and deep. I can almost hear her moans, and I kiss her to muffle them as I fill her to the brim.

She cries out.

The water pours hotter over my shoulders.

My hand moves faster.

The tension gathers in my chest, burning its way through until it’s finally released.

I come with a shudder, releasing the pent-up fire and astonished by the instant effect that Elise seems to have on me. I’m startled and exhilarated at the same time.

She’s trouble; the best kind of trouble.

I’ve been out of the dating game for a while. My last attempt at a relationship ended poorly, but Elise seems different. She sparked a flame in my heart, something I never thought I’d feel again.

She’ll be the death of me if I’m not careful.

4

Elise

“Looks like those cats did quite the number on the cabin,” James mutters as we come up to the old wooden porch.

“Yeah. Those are some big cats, huh?” I gasp at the sight of the damage the mountain lions left behind. Scratches everywhere, broken windows, various objects strewn across the floor. It smells awful. They sure took their sweet time marking their territory.

“I’m sorry,” James says as we cross the living room.

“It’s not like you trashed the house,” I reply, making my way into the kitchen. The window is half-open, wide enough for the cats to come through. “Wow, the damages are quite something. Mr. Ronald will have his hands full.”

“We just need to make sure he doesn’t limit himself to changing the locks and the latches. This cabin is in dire need of repairs on a fundamental level. What the mountain lions did comes on top of some preexisting issues.”

“I took what I could get at the time. Don’t let the rugged look fool you. This place is actually pretty comfy,” I say.

James comes closer to where I’m standing. He’s inspecting the window, and I wonder if he realizes how the air thickens between us with the close proximity. Quietly, I take advantage of the moment to admire his noble profile: the straight blade of his nose, the piercing glare of his green eyes. I see the vitality in them, just as I’ve seen it in Tricia and Ainsley’s. They sure take after their daddy.

I wonder what it would be like to be with someone like him.

“He’ll have to change the windows out completely,” he says, pointing at the shabby hinges. “This whole thing is going to come off at the slightest disturbance.”

He turns his head. Our lips are within reach. All it takes is one subtle move. One tilt of my head. A jump in my heels. Then, sweet, steamy contact. I can almost hear my body sizzling with increasingly dangerous thoughts. I pull away, my breath barely there.

“I should pack a bag,” I say quietly.

“Yeah, I doubt you’re coming back here anytime soon,” James agrees.

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