Page 7 of Bossy Mountain Man

“No, Shaw, it’s not like that.” I tug at his arm, trying to get him to look at me. “I was only trying to give my readers something fun and entertaining to read.”

“And losing your virginity to a stranger to tell the whole world about is considered entertaining? I can’t believe I trusted you. Pack your stuff; I’ll take you to your cabin. Maybe you can find some more mountain cock to tell your followers about.”

I snap my head back like I’ve been slapped and let go of his arm. “Is that what you think about me? That I’ll fuck whatever guy I find?”

“Selena, I didn’t mean it like that.” His voice carries a note of sadness. “It’s just that by your blog, you’re more interested in giving your followers a good story and not about the man you’re trusting your virginity with.” When he puts it like that, I feel like an idiot.

I have to make this right.

“I’m sorry. I understand why you would think that, and you’re right. I got so caught up in trying to make sure my followers would come back for more details that I referred to you as a piece of meat, not a human being. But I want you to know, I truly see you as a human being, a kind and caring human being, and I’m glad I trusted you with my virginity.” My voice cracks, and I could kick myself for sounding so vulnerable. “I’m grateful for our time together.” I blink back the tears as I gaze at his handsome face. “I’ll pack my things if you wouldn’t mind taking me to that cabin tonight.”

The thought of leaving him tears me up inside. I finally found a place I belong with a man I…I what? Love? Lust?

Is it too soon to have these feelings for him?

“No.”

His one-word reply surprises me: “What do you mean no? No, I can't go, or no, you won’t give me a ride to the rental cabin?” Either way, I’m stunned by his callous remark.

“I mean, no, you’re not going anywhere. I just found you, I’m not letting you go.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. “You’re mine. I went a little crazy thinking I didn’t mean as much to you as you mean to me. It’s my turn to say I’m sorry.”

Did a timeline splinter?

In what world does this sweet yet bossy man believe he needs to apologize to me?

“But my blog.” I cringe as I remind him of that stupid post. “I’m the one who owes you an apology, not the other way around.”

“Sweetheart. If my parents taught me anything, it was to forgive. We both made a mistake, now it’s time we kiss and make up.”

“Just like that?” I question, knowing that is not how things work in my family.

My mother would have my father buy her thousands of dollars in jewelry as an "I’m sorry" gift until she either forgot or forgave him.

On the other hand, my father would have ignored my mother until he was satisfied that he was over the whole ordeal.

“Just like that.” He presses his lips to mine, branding me with his touch.

“But…”

“No, buts about it.” He interrupts me by lifting me into his arms and carrying me back to his bed. “This is the best part of an argument—making up.”

“What if I’m not done being mad at you for being mad at me?” It’s horrible logic, but I need to see how he responds.

“I’m your man, and you're my woman. I’m not letting you out of this bed until I’m satisfied that you forgive me because I’ve already forgiven you.”

If I’m being truthful, there was nothing for me to forgive him for, but it didn’t stop me from letting him make it up to me all night and into the next day.

Epilogue - Selena

Six Years Later

I’m so lucky tolive close to my sister and her family. Sure, it’s great that our kids can grow up together, but the free babysitting is even better. The kids are staying with her so Shaw and I can have some adult alone time.

Tonight, Shaw and I are reenacting the day we first met. It’s our favorite role-play scenario—and we do a lot of role-playing.

Knowing he’s on the other side of the bathroom door, I let my fingers trail across my pussy, imagining they’re his long thick fingers gliding over my throbbing clit. Faster and faster they fly, I’m seconds away from coming when the shower door is wrenched open.

“You know I can’t handle all those moaning sounds you make.” Shaw pushes his way into the shower, his hands replacing mine on my body. “I’m going to make you pay for teasing me, woman.”

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