Page 7 of Crazy for the Mountain Man

“Stop doing stuff for me. I can get it done.”

“Doing things one handed is hard as hell and annoying. Why make you go through that when I can just as easily help? Besides, you need to learn how to let others help you.”

Rhodes crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “Nah, that’s not my style.”

I swatted him with a kitchen towel playfully and he pulled me into his arms, being careful of his injured hand.

“Stay the night with me?” He asked, his question surprising.

“You actually like having me around now?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Well, I’d love to, but I have an early shift in the morning. Rain check?”

“How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night? Or you come over, we heat up some of your delicious food, and watch a movie? Whichever you prefer.”

“I’d much rather have a night in. I’ll be here.”

Rhodes walked me out to my car and when he kissed me goodnight, my whole body tingled straight down to my toes.

When I arrived home, I took a long hot bath and climbed into bed, digging out my favorite toy from my nightstand drawer.

Flicking on the power button, I rubbed my vibrator between my legs and fucked myself with it while thinking about one sexy, fucking man I couldn’t wait to see again.

I coaxed orgasm after orgasm out, coming hard than I had in a long time. Picturing Rhodes above me, behind me, his sexy face between my legs, and any other way my dirty little mind could think of had me crying out in pleasure.

I fantasized about what he looked like naked, the full sleeves of ink on his arms only a tiny preview of what was hiding underneath his clothes. Washboard abs, defined pecs, and that perfect V line moving down to his cock, a cock so big he’d make me scream and beg.

It was official. I was crazy for the mountain man.

CHAPTER FIVE

Rhodes

Brielle wrappedherself around my heart and buried herself deep inside. It was the truth, whether I liked it or not.

A week ago, I’d say I hated it.

Now, I loved every second of it.

Every day we spent together, the more I fell for her. I never thought someone would work their way through my impenetrable walls but somehow Brielle did it. Even when I resisted.

Maybe it was her bubbly personality, her kind, big heart, her huge smile, and her happy demeanor that did it. The shit was fucking contagious. I don’t think I’ve smiled this much since I was a kid.

Tonight was a special night. Brielle was coming over to my place and I was cooking a meal for her for the first time. I kept to the basics I knew so I wouldn’t screw anything up and went with an easy dinner- baked chicken and potatoes with a nice salad and crusty bread.

I set the table and lit some candles and when Brielle strutted her curvy ass through my door, all kisses and smiles, I was happier than I’d ever been in a long, long time.

After dinner, we cuddled on the couch, her legs on my lap as my fingers played with the hem of her long sweater top. We hadn’t done much more than kiss and explore with our hands, but tonight, I wanted to make her mine.

Claim her like I should’ve done from the beginning.

My hand wasn’t fully healed but my bandage was smaller, giving me more use of my fingers. I pulled Brielle onto my lap, my dick already semi hard thinking about having her in my bed.

“Is someone feeling a little frisky tonight?”

I growled into her neck and grinded my hips against hers. “I want you, angel. I can’t wait any longer.”

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