Page 52 of Mountain Boss

Turningoff the main road and onto the Black Mountain Lodge driveway, I quiet my music.

My stomach is full.

I still have half a cookie in a paper sleeve on my passenger seat.

But the closer I get to my cabin, the duller my happiness becomes.

My Jeep bumps over a divot, and it’s enough to remind me that I need to pee, badly, after spending the drive home sucking down a frozen mocha.

I didn’t notice it the first night I arrived, but a part of the driveway cuts off to the left, leading to a clearing where all the guys park not far from the Bunkhouse.

But no one has told me if I should park somewhere special, so I continue on and don’t stop until I’m even with my Laundry Cabin. I put it in park with two wheels off the side of the driveway, leaving plenty of room for other vehicles to pass.

I’m not looking forward to lugging all these groceries over to the Food Hall, but at least I took long enough on my outing that lunch is long over. So there’s no need for anyone to see me struggle.

Turning off the engine, I shove open my door and slide out until my feet hit gravel.

My body aches in protest, and I press my palms against my lower back.

Today wasn’t as strenuous as the last couple of days, but the shitty sleep is catching up to me big time.

Leaning across the driver’s seat, I grab my cookie and the mostly empty to-go cup.

It was hard to walk past the home goods inside the store—the fluffy blankets and discounted pillows calling my name. But the splurge on lunch was all I could justify.

“Find everything?”

Sterling’s deep voice startles me so badly that I nearly pee myself.

Chapter 38

Sterling

The girl has no awareness.

She doesn’t hear me approach.

Doesn’t notice me a few yards away as she stretches her back.

Doesn’t seem aware of the way she’s pushing her tits out.

And clearly doesn’t know I’m behind her when she reaches into her Jeep, going up on her tiptoes as she sticks her ass out to reach across the seat.

The movement makes her shirt rise, and I can see the top sliver of red panties above the band of her jeans.

I tip my head back and exhale.

When I drop my gaze back down, she has one foot in the air, leaning even farther into the vehicle.

I want to hook my arm under her raised knee and bring it up and out, opening her for me as I press my cock into her heated slit.

I want to fuck her against this fucking Jeep.

And I want to do it with my other hand twisted in her braids, holding her head up, craning her neck back so she can look at me with those pretty eyes while her pussy swallows my dick.

She starts to straighten.

“Find everything?” I blurt the question, my voice coming out roughbecause I’m fighting not to get a hard-on. But I just end up sounding angry.

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