Page 13 of The Mountain Man's Girl

“Traeger.” I start to hobble my way down the hall to see if he’s in the bedroom. Right as I call for him again, the sound of the front door opening comes from behind me.

“What were you doing out there?” I turn. He’s soaked, a downpour hitting the floor from his poncho.

I limp my way over to him as he works to get the wet thing off and hang it up by the door.

“Went down to grab your pack for you.” He takes the big thing off his back and places it on the ground. “Figured you’d want to get out of my huge clothes.” His eyes travel over the big flannel he let me borrow.

I don’t want to change. I love having his smell wrapped around me, and I love the dark look in his eyes as he stares at my bare legs.

“You went out in this horrible rain to get my clothes?” It’s awful out there. He’s lucky he didn’t get struck by lightning.

“I was worried it’d get washed away and we’d never find it. Plus, I didn’t want your belongings to get ruined.”

Wow. I’ve never met anyone so kind or considerate before. Since I’ve gotten here, he’s bent over backwards to take care of me, making sure I’m not in pain, making me the most delicious meals, giving me the most incredible pleasure and not demanding anything in return, and now this. Traipsing through a violent storm to make sure my things didn’t get ruined.

“You really didn’t have to do that, but thank you, Traeger.”

I reach for his shoulders and wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to thank him properly.

“Careful. I’m gonna get you all wet, doll.”

“I already am,” I purr, trailing my fingers down his chest. I work the top button of his flannel out from its little hole then slowly slide down to the next one, unfastening one at a time. “We need to get you out of these soaked clothes.”

His hands grip my waist, jerking me forward, and his mouth hovers a mere inch from mine. There’s a storm as wild as the one outside brewing in his eyes and it thunders all the way down my spine. “I’ve been trying to behave, Tarryn. Trying to be a good man, but there’s only so much I can take.”

“Then just give me what I want.” I unfasten the final button then trail my fingers up along his hard stomach, running through his soft hair. His head dips lower and I close the distance, brushing my lips against his mouth, teasing him with the wisp of my tongue before I pull back and start kissing my way down his ripple of abs. I don’t know how he could think he’s old when he’s built like a warrior. Strong and so incredibly sexy. He’s in better shape than most of the guys I’m in school with. If it weren’t for the salt and pepper mixed throughout his beard, I would never have guessed his age.

“We need to get you out of these pants, too.” I drop down to my knees coming face to face with his massive girth. It’s pressing hard against the front of his jeans. The cold water doing nothing to keep it down.

“Let me help you, angel.” He works to unfasten his belt, and my tongue runs across my lower lip, watching with rapt attention as he tugs them down his thick, hairy thighs. Traeger is all man. Solid. Strong. And seriously massive. Carter was so thin and scrawny in comparison. I could always feel his bones when we’d make love, and it almost made me self-conscious about myself. I definitely had more meat on my bones than he did. But Traeger makes me feel petite and delicate.

He steps out of his jeans, and I can already see his cock poking through the slit of his boxers. I lean in and press my lips right against his smooth skin, running along his shaft.

“Always such an eager little thing,” he groans above me. His head drops back on his shoulders, eyes closed tight as I kiss my way over him. I get the impression he hasn’t been with a womanin a really long time. Every touch causes him to tremble. Every kiss makes him groan. It’s like he’s already close to his release and I haven’t even sucked him between my cheeks yet.

“Quit teasing and wrap those pretty little lips around me.”

“I think the grumpy man needs to learn some patience,” I purr as he shrugs his boxers down and steps out of them. I’ve never seen a cock so perfect. Carter wasn’t nearly as stacked in the dick department. Not by a long shot. Traeger is long and thick, and his crown is perfectly round.

He holds it up to my mouth, running his soft cap across my lips. I tease my tongue out wanting a taste, licking up the drips of cum that are already leaking from the end. His hips buck and his cock parts the seam of my mouth, pushing its way forward, sliding right in. And I eagerly open wide, trying to swallow as much as I can. He starts pumping himself in. Fucking me slow and steady. Low rumbles coming from his chest.

“Never felt anything so good. I’m about to spew my load, baby girl.”

I suction harder, working him faster. In and out. Trying to take him deeper. Swallowing his pleasure as he fucks the back of my throat. A wild roar tears from his chest, and I feel his cum start to run down the back of my throat. I swallow down every drop, hungry for all he has to feed me. When he pulls himself from my lips, I almost whimper at the loss. Sucking on him is soothing; it’s like drinking from a bottle.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, sliding from my lips. I look up as I wipe my mouth, and the way he’s looking at me makes my chest pound. It feels like there’s something between us. A connection deeper than lust forming. At least…I know there is for me. I’m falling for him. And these feelings are already stronger than anything I felt with Carter. I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t take time to fall in love, it just takes the right person. And the man above me is starting to feel like he could be my person.

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Traeger

Ilook down into her pretty eyes and it’s there, a feeling stirring inside my chest. She’s made an impression and it’s drilling deeper by the second.

“You’re truly something.” I run my thumb across her blushed cheek, memorizing every little fleck across her skin. “Baby, you keep looking at me like that and I’m not gonna want to take you home.” The thought of taking her back already puts me on edge. She stormed into my life like a flash flood, and now I’m drowning in feelings I don’t know what to do with. Feelings that should be forbidden given our age difference.

She nuzzles into my palm, marking me further with her sweetness. “I don’t want you to take me home. I like my bath time and my feedings too much.”

So do I. I reach down and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. It’s time formyfeeding now, and I can tell she wants it. Her little panties are soaked through and marking myabs with her sweet essence. I walk her into the bedroom and lay her down. Admiring the view of her flushed cheeks and creamy bare thighs.

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