Page 15 of Untamed Mountain Man

She started bouncing on me—shallow movements that heated my entire body. The sight of her tits, bouncing with her movements, would be imprinted on my brain until the next time we did this, which hopefully would be tomorrow, the next day, and the next and the next and the next.

I finally had to close my own eyes to shut out the beautiful vision in front of me. Otherwise, no way would I have lasted more than a couple of minutes.

And then her gasps filled the cab of the truck. Beautiful, breathy noises that were almost as tough to resist as the sight of those tits.

When finally she cried out, I let my eyes drift open. I’d love to come at the same time, but I’d been holding back so long, it took me a good half minute or so to catch up.

But soon enough, my cock began throbbing inside her, and I felt that all-too-familiar build, only this time, when it crested, it knocked all the breath out of me. It was the most powerful, electrifying feeling of my entire life, and I didn’t want it to end.

All too soon, I was coming down, and I was filled with an awareness of our surroundings. We were out in the open, even though it was dark. She was on top of me, completely naked, and I was beneath her, mostly naked. If anyone pulled in and saw us, they’d probably call the police. Seduction Summit might nothave a police force, but Adairsville sure did, and they might even patrol this area themselves.

“We need to get dressed and get out of here. How about I take you to your lodge? Maybe we can create a scandal that’ll take everybody’s mind off everything.”

Macy smiled. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you come to my room, and we’ll make enough noise that anybody who’s on my floor will know exactly what’s going on?”

I frowned. “Could that get you kicked out of the competition?”

She ran a trail with her fingers over my cheek, a gesture that told me I wasn’t the only one who was seeing this as a forever kind of thing. No, she was feeling it too, and nothing could have made me happier than that realization.

“Let’s do it,” I said. “And I’ll be right there, cheering you on, tomorrow morning.”

7

MACY

Ididn’t win.

I came in third, actually, but here was the funny thing. Just twenty-four hours ago, this loss would have been a total punch in the gut. It would have felt like the end of the world. I’d pinned all my hopes on winning this competition, and now what?

But the answer to that was pretty easy. Now I had Beau. He was seated in the chairs at the front of the tent, along with some of the finalists and a couple of men who seemed to know him. The men were with my fellow contestants.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who’d found myself a mountain man up here.

“It was rigged,” Beau said as we exited the tent, following the line of people back to the lodge. “You were the best baker in the place. So now you go to dinner with everyone?”

“No!”

I said that with far more conviction than was necessary. I saw another couple straying from the line and heading straight to the parking lot. One of the women wasn’t a finalist. Her name was Bronte, and we’d become friends in the early part of thecompetition. I had her business card, and I planned to contact her.

Maybe she’d want to join forces. She and I had talked about starting a bakery together. There might be something to that.

“I say we grab some burgers and you show me around town,” I said. “I need to scout out a place to live, after all.”

He looked over at me, eyebrows arched. I was holding my breath, hoping he wasn’t bothered by my plans to move to his town.

It wasn’t just about him, though. Okay, a large part of it was, but I’d been thinking for a while that it might be fun to rent a place somewhere in this town or the next over where I could live with two or three of the other finalists. We could split the rent and start our own business here. I didn’t know what was involved in that, but I was eager to find out.

“Burgers from the diner?” he asked.

“No, the burger stand from yesterday,” I said. “Or maybe you can show me another takeout place that’s even better.”

“Do you like tacos?” he asked.

“Do I?”

We hopped in his truck and he took me to a taco stand in Adairsville. I got the feeling he liked places like this because of the reputation he’d mentioned last night. It was absurd. If Seduction Summit couldn’t get over something a thirteen-year-old had done twenty-two years ago, they all needed a reality check.

“I’m still going to open my bakery,” I said. “Not winning doesn’t change that.”

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