Page 5 of Bossy Mountain Man

He watches me expectantly as I finish the rest of the water from the bottle, hesitant to pull my lips away from the warm spot where his had just been.

“Are you okay?” He runs a hand over my back as if to help soothe my coughing fit. I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s doing it, but his touch is doing delicious things to my lady parts.

“I’m fine. I just swallowed wrong.” My voice comes out husky after all the coughing. But it’s the words, I just swallowed wrong, that linger heavily in the air as we stare into each other’s eyes.

I might be a virgin, but I read a ton of smut on my Kindle, and I know for sure, I would swallow every drop of whatever Shaw gave me.

His eyes search mine as if trying to decide what to say. “We should probably call it a day. I’ve got some stew in the crockpot we can have for supper, then we should probably call it a night since I’m sure you’ll want to get an early start on your rental cabin.”

I nod because what can I say—that I want him to throw me over his shoulder and have his wicked way with me.

Instead, I let him lead me into the cabin, where he serves up a bowl of the best stew I’ve ever eaten—too bad I couldn’t enjoy it, my stomach tied in knots, thinking about our limited time together.

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Shaw

If she moans onemore time, I’m going to fucking lose it. The sound is messing with my self-control--if she makes those kinds of sounds over the taste of my stew, I wonder what sounds she’d make with my shaft buried nine inches deep inside her.

“I noticed you have a garden out back. Do you grow your vegetables?”

I can’t remember the last time I had company while eating. With Wyatt caught up with Sienna, he hasn’t been around much. It’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if it’s about my garden instead of how much I’d love to take her into my bedroom and spend the rest of the night making love to her.

“Yeah, my mom always loved gardens. It only seemed right that I have one.”

“Do your parents still live around here?” Her question is innocent enough. She has no idea my parents died over ten years ago.

The anxiety I usually feel when I tell people about my parents' tragic death isn’t there. There’s a calmness settling deep inside me, telling me it’s okay to let the past go and live in the present.

“They died over ten years ago.” She sets her spoon down and reaches for my hand. But before she can say anything, I continue. “It was a freak accident. My older brother, Wyatt, and I have been alone since.”

She listens intently as I share the details of my life before and after my parents' deaths, squeezing my hand when she senses my hesitation.

When I finally finish my story, she squeezes my hand tightly. “I am so sorry for your loss. My parents might be self-centered and have a one-track mind, but I know deep down inside theylove me and my sister in their way. I would be devastated if they died.”

I wrap a piece of her hair around my finger, needing to touch her somehow. “It’s getting late. I still need to take a shower.” I let the silky strands slide through my fingers before excusing myself and retreating to the seclusion of my bathroom.

The hot spray of water feels good on my bare skin. The only thing that would feel better is if Selena were in the shower with me. I can imagine her small hands running over my chest, soaping my body, making sure to get every part of me clean.

My hand drops to my shaft as I close my eyes, still imagining Selena in the shower with me, her large breasts begging for me to taste them. Or would she offer me her pink little pussy first?

Faster and faster, my hand pumps around my flesh as a tingling sensation starts to pulse in my lower back, warning me I’m seconds away from spilling my seed.

My eyes fly open at the sound of the shower door sliding open to reveal a naked Selena stepping into the shower to join me. Her eyes boldly staring into mine.

“What are you doing?” My eyes eat up the vision in front of me.

She is so beautiful; I can’t resist the urges any longer, especially now that she’s offering herself to me.

“Isn’t it obvious, Shaw? I want you to make love to me.” She tips her head down before lifting her gaze back to mine. “I’m a virgin. I want you to be my first.”

All the air is knocked from my lungs at her confession. I lift my hand to her cheek, brushing it gently. “I’m a virgin too, sweetheart. I’d be honored if you’d be my first, too.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her lips for our first kiss. We’re both tentative at first, but instinct kicks in as our tongues tangle and thrust, mimicking what our bodies are craving.

Blindly, I reach behind me to turn off the shower. “As much as I would love nothing more than to make love to you in the shower, I want our first time to be in my bed,” I say between kisses.

We step out of the shower, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her to my bed. I gently lay her down, following her as I brace myself on my forearms, kissing a path down her body. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it while kneading her other breast with my palm.

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