Page 4 of Protected By The Mountain Man

“Holy fucking shit!” I hollered as tiny, squealing, screaming sounds erupted into the air.

I scampered down to the water’s edge, ankle deep in the lake, ready to swim away. Whatever had made that sound was moving closer, and it had raised all the hair on the back of my neck. Tremors of fear shot through me.

The rain was starting in earnest, and for the first time on this trip, a tiny sliver of fear slipped up my spine.

I wouldnotbe waiting out the storm here on this cove.

Quickly, I scrambled along the shoreline towards the main part of the lake, clutching my water bottle and my snacks in my hands.

I might have to swim back.

But that put the fear right into me. I’d kayaked for at least a full hour before coming to this cove. If it took an hour to kayak this far, how long would it take me to swim back? Especially in a rainstorm? And was that even safe? It didn’t feel safe.

The lake had been calm and gentle earlier today. But waves were starting to kick up and the gentle breeze had now turned into a whisking wind.

The sky looked like it was minutes away from pouring down a deluge. I didn’t fear easily, but I also wasn’t a fool. I knew when something seemed dangerous. And swimming for more than an hour in the middle of a deserted lake in a rainstorm seemedmorethan foolhardy. It was a bad decision.

But I couldn’t stay here. Not withwhateverwas in the woods behind me.

I was almost on the verge of tears as I made it to the edge of the cove. Now I could see a bigger portion of the lake.

Hidden Lake was so large it went on for miles. It wasn’t the type of tiny lake where you see from one shore to the other.

I could still hear something crashing through the underbrush behind me, but my attention was on the lake now. In fact, my eyes were riveted to it.

A boat! A boat! A real boat.

I started to scream, “Hey! Over here! Help!” while I jumped up and down, swinging my arms over my head like a lunatic.

Chapter 2

West

Is that…

I shook my head and slowed my boat down.

Yep.

A naked woman was screaming bloody murder over by the lakeshore, her tits bouncing up and down as she jumped around on the sliver of sandy shoreline.

What’s she waving in the air?

It looked like a bag of chips… and a water bottle.

I steered my boat closer to shore, making sure not to kiss the bottom of the lake. Then I dropped anchor and called out, “Y’all right, ma’am? You need a lift?”

“Yes! There’s something out here!”

She was completely one-thousand percent buck-ass naked. Even from this distance, I could see the round width of her hips, her full thighs, and those bouncing tits. Whoever she was, she was gorgeous… and scared.

She made me want to jump in the water and use my cock to motorboat my way straight to her. The power of its hunger could propel me straight into her pussy.

But I was getting distracted.

“Are there more people with you? Anyone hurt?” I called out, ignoring the tightening of my shorts.

“It’s just me!”

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