Page 15 of Dangerous Mountain Man

“Your right hand,” he said. “Move it to your…” He hesitated before finishing with the word, “…pussy.”

“Do you want me to touch my clit?” I asked.

A thrill surged through me as I uttered a word I never imagined I’d say out loud. He seemed to like that too. After his eyes widened, I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little, like he was battling a smile.

He was right. Touching myself did make this easier. As my body started to warm up, I made the mistake of arching toward him. Pain shot through me again, but it wasn’t as bad. And it lessened far quicker this time.

His eyes had slid closed. That meant he didn’t see me wince, but it also gave me the freedom to enjoy this.

“Come for me, baby,” he said. “You’re so tight, so wet.”

“Oh God,” I said. “Keep talking.”

“I love the feel of your sweet pussy around my cock. After this, I want you to ride me. I want you to sit on top of me so I can see those beautiful tits while you bounce up and down on my hard cock.”

Those were the words that plummeted me over the edge. I tightened my grip on his arm, my left hand clutching him as waves of heat pulsed through me. I felt my walls tighten around his shaft, squeezing him, drawing him deeper. And then he was crying out, and I knew.

We were coming together.

There was something about it that was fitting. Something that felt so right. Our first time, we came together.

It was exactly how I wanted things to be. Us, together. I wanted to take this journey with him. And that was when I knew that no matter how I tried to justify to myself that I was going to put off falling in love, I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Love had come for me, and I couldn’t walk away from this. Now that I’d met Memphis, my life would never be the same.

8

MEMPHIS

“Ibagged two this morning.”

“What about you, Rogers?”

The sound of my last name at the end of a question pulled me out of my thoughts. I’d been fighting everything not to sit there smiling like a goof, but inside, my spirits were soaring. Hands down, last night was the best night of my life, and I couldn’t stop replaying it in my mind.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking up from my sandwich.

I was sitting on a rock near a few other guys on the logging crew, enjoying one of the ham and turkey sandwiches I’d thrown together for lunch. Mallorie had gone home around dawn to shower and change, giving me time to shower, get dressed, fill my tumbler with coffee, and make lunch.

“How soon we forget,” Dane joked.

What had I forgotten? I was truly lost.

“Deer,” Dane said. “Culling the population? Hunter here bagged two this morning.”

Hunter was one of the few remaining single guys on our smallish crew. From the start, he’d been the guy I’d beendetermined to beat. If he took out five deer, I’d take out six. Or seven. Or, heck, fifteen or twenty.

Oh crap. The deer. I’d gotten up early enough that I could have probably made a quick run through the woods before showering. It hadn’t even occurred to me, I’d been so caught up in Mallorie.

“Better step up your game,” Dane said.

I was falling behind. I’d committed to do something and Hunter was beating me to the punch.

Fuck. I was going to have to kill some deer, wasn’t I? Mallorie was not going to be happy about that either. In fact, I could already see the hurt in her eyes and hear that sweet voice saying, “You’re killing sweet, innocent deer?”

I was surprised to find it went straight to my heart. I couldn’t afford to let it go to my heart. Civic duty and emotions did not mix. I had a job to do.

“You can still kick his ass at this,” Dane said. “There’s a cluster of deer up near Point of View. Just head up there bright and early in the morning and get a few kills in before work.”

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