Page 1 of Bossy Mountain Man

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Selena

The warm mountain airfeels incredible on my skin, far more refreshing than the heavy dirt and grime of the city air I’m accustomed to.

Hiring a driver from the city to bring me here probably wasn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had, but since I didn’t want my car tobe spotted, it was my only option. Especially given that I’m on a mission to save my sister from our overbearing parents and their scheme to marry her off to some jerk for political gain.

“Thanks again for driving me so far out of the way.” I hand the driver enough cash through the open car window for him to forget the directions. “If anyone asks, please don’t tell them where you dropped me off.”

“Lady, I’m not sure I know where we are or how we got here.” He smiles as he counts the money. “But for this kind of cash, I’d be more than happy to find my way back here to pick you up.”

That is exactly what I was afraid of—money can get you anything you want. “Here.” I hand him a couple more hundred-dollar bills. “I won’t need your services again, and forget you ever saw me.”

With a broad smile, he salutes me by placing his hand to his forehead. “A pleasure doing business with you, lady.” He doesn’t waste any time turning around in the dirt driveway and hurries away, leaving a trail of fine dust in his haste, which just so happens to settle on my hair and skin.

“Great. Now I need a shower.” I grab my small suitcase from the ground and carry it up the front steps onto a large wrap-around wooden deck with two rocking chairs positioned side by side, all overlooking a stunning view of the mountains.

I can’t wait to sit out here and work on my blog. My readers will love the idea of a big city girl roughing it in the wilderness,even though I wouldn’t exactly describe this cabin or the view as roughing it.

A girl could get used to this view. But first, a shower.

After discovering the cabin fully furnished with food and everything I could possibly need according to the rental agreement, it’s finally time for that shower.

I wasn’t surprised to find the front door unlocked. It feels so peaceful up here. I can’t imagine criminals wandering around in this little slice of heaven.

Speaking of heaven, the body wash left by the rental agency in the shower is heavenly—almost a bit masculine. I’ll need to remember to ask what brand it is before I go—if I go.

When I came up with the idea to save my sister from a horrible arranged marriage, I barely had time to pack anything in my suitcase before I made a run for it—just some clothes, a few necessities, and my laptop. This rental agency will definitely be getting five stars from me.

Squeezing more body wash from the bottle into my palm, I rub my hands together before running them through my hair, creating a rich lather. The thick bubbles glide down my skin and over my chest, causing my nipples to harden painfully as I imagine it’s a lover’s caress making them that way.

Unfortunately, I’ve been so focused on saving my sister from a potentially terrible relationship that I’ve never once consideredmy own pleasure—or even a boyfriend, for that matter. But that’s all about to change.

Once I handle the situation with my sister, I’ll finally put my needs first, hopefully in the form of a six-foot-two muscular mountain man to devirginize me. A beard would definitely be a plus.

I let my hands trace the path of the sudsy bubbles, moving down my neck to my chest, cupping each breast in my palms. I close my eyes and allow my imagination to take over.

My dream lover is here with me in the shower. It’s a tight fit, but we make it work as our bodies come together. His skillful fingers pinch my nipples, driving me mad with lust, until finally he captures one of the tightened buds in his mouth sucking on it gently at first, then harder and faster until a think I’m going to burst. But instead of letting me combust into flames like my body is dying to do, he drops to the tiled floor on his knees, placing his face against my throbbing pussy. “Should I let this pretty little cunt come?” His wicked voice hums against my core, causing my legs to go weak. I lean back onto the shower wall, needing to use it to support my lust-filled body. His tongue darts out sliding from my entrance to my clit. The sensation making my pulse quicken and my breathing come out in short puffs. His tongue moves faster over the hard little nub as he slips a finger inside of me. “It’s too much.” My body tenses, unsure what to do with so much pleasure. “You’ll take everything I give you like the good girl I know you are.” His praise sends me over the edge as I moan loud enough for our closest neighbor to hear, which is probably a couple of miles away, as my body falls apart under his masterful tongue and fingers.

Once my body stops shaking and my legs regain their strength, I open my eyes, push off the shower wall, and finish rinsing off, aware that I’m wearing the world’s biggest satisfied smile on my face.

I shut off the water, wring out my hair, and hop out of the shower, only to discover there are no towels in the bathroom. “I guess the rental agency might lose a star after all,” I grumble as I open the bathroom door and step into the bedroom, searching for some towels, only to come face to face with the mountain man from my fantasy. Unlike my fantasy man, he’s about six feet six inches tall, fully clothed, and holding my discarded, dirty lace underwear in his hand.

I’m almost ready to die from embarrassment when I notice him stuff my panties in the front pocket of his jeans as his eyes eat up my body in a heated glare. “What is your sexy, trespassing, naked ass doing in my cabin? You know, we arrest squatters around here, don’t you? I’d hate to have to call the sheriff on you.”

The way he says,“your sexy naked ass,”has my heart racing. I hope he finds the rest of me as just as sexy.

Wait a minute. Did he say his cabin? Trespassing? Arrested?

“Your cabin? I don’t think so. I have proof on my phone that I rented this cabin for the next month. So, if anything, you’re the squatter that will be arrested, not me.” In my anger, I cross my arms under my breasts and throw my shoulders back, refusing to let this bossy mountain man intimidate me into leaving the cabin I rightfully paid for.

It isn’t until his eyes fall to my bare chest that, unconsciously, I’m offering up to him on some invisible platter that I remember I’m still naked. The desire in those eyes should scare me, but there’s something about him that I can’t explain that makes me feel like I can trust him not to hurt me unless I ask him to.

“Put some damn clothes on and meet me in the living room so you can show me this proof of occupancy you claim to have or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and out of my house like the squatter you are, clothes or no clothes” He stomps out of the room slamming the door behind him, but not before I catch a glimpse of the massive outline of his dick straining against his way too tight jeans and his threat to throw my over his shoulder naked if needed—to kick me out of his cabin instead of ravishing me on his bed like my imagination conjured up at his threat.

Now, the only thing I can think of is getting me some of that mountain cock—and I know just how to do it. But first, I have to make sure my sister is okay.

I don’t bother putting on any clothes because, honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he came back in here and saw me naked again. I reach for my purse and pull my phone out, calling the number of the burner phone I know my sister is using.

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