Page 18 of Protected By The Mountain Man

“There you go then. We’ll set up a TV series right here on Red Oak Mountain to find you the perfect wife.”

I laughed at the absurdity of it.

“What are you looking for in a wife, West?”

“Uh. Just love. You know, the perfect kind of love. Real love. With someone who will work through differences. I don’t want any drama queens in my life. I’ve had enough of that. Someone who cares about me, and who doesn’t have a fickle heart. I’mlooking for a lifer. She’ll have to deal with me after I’ve gone bald and can’t get my dick up anymore. So it better be agoodlove that can stand strong through the years. That’s what I’m looking for, Mia.”

“Mm. That sounds perfect. Maybe I should move here and be your wife.”

Did she mean it? Probably not. It was a joke. I could hear the sleepiness in her voice. She was starting to wind down on me.

Then she said the words I’d been dreading all night. “I guess we should try to sleep.”

It was late. Night had fallen, and the storm was raging outside our tent. We’d talked for hours and hours. I’d lost track of time here in this cocoon with her.

If it were up to me we’d stay up until the first rays of the morning sun started to brighten the night sky. Then we’d make love until both of us were sated. By that time, the storm would be over, and I’d take her back on the boat to my place, where I’d keep her forever, pumping babies into her and claiming her as my wife.

But all of that was insane. I’d just met this woman, and she didn’t even live in this state. So I sucked in a breath and said, “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

Chapter 7

Mia

For a second there, I’d thought he’d been on the verge of making love to me.

But something held him back.

It was wild. I was sleeping in a tent with a stranger while a storm raged on outside and all I wanted to do was getcrazywith this man. Like tear off our clothes and smash ourselves together crazy.

Instead, he was lying next to me, his breathing deep. He’d managed to fall asleep in ten minutes.

Meanwhile, I was here, wide awake and restless as hell, wanting his cock inside of me.

What kind of woman am I?

I’d never done the spring-break-in-Cancun thing.

No wild one-night stands for me.

But something about West made me want to throw caution to the wind and fuck the man’s come right out of his dick.

I giggled lightly, and he shifted, wrapping a leg around me. That feltnice.

Then I dragged my phone over and turned it on, checking the time. I might not have any cell service, but I still had enough battery left to use the thing as a clock. Two-twenty-one a.m.

The storm howled outside while the tent walls flapped.

It was kind of amazing that West could fall asleep in these conditions.

He must be used to it.

I certainly wasn’t. Give me the sound of the L train rattling by and I could sleep like a baby. But a storm like this? I was on edge.

West grunted in his sleep and shifted again, pulsing his hardness against my hip.

I smiled at that. Even if he hadn’t made a move on me, West liked what he saw. It was evident in the way he was acting towards me.

He doesn’t think I’m too much.

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