Page 8 of Saved By The Mountain Man

I licked my lips as I saw his eyes darken with desire. That was a heady feeling. One I wanted more of. Screw the age gap.

I mean, I knew he was older, far older. Could be close to my dad’s age.

But you know what?

I didn’t give two shits about that.

Because Hugh ‘Demon’ Richards was a damn good-looking older man. He was still ripped, with muscles bulging for days. His abs were still defined; believe me, I felt those bad boys beingcarried. And I know those legs were built, because riding a bike was something that was natural to him.

“When did you get those?”

I chuckled and then winced, my hand flying to my ribcage. He pulled my hand away and then looked at it, lightly poking.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not a lot, but it’s tender.”

“I don’t think you got any broken ribs, but I do think you bruised some. In fact, I can see some colors popping out already.”

He moved down the bed, easing my shoes off and rotated a foot, making me flinch.

“Wiggle your toes.”

I glanced down at him as I did, seeing him nod.

“It’s not broken. But you sprained your ankle. So, I’m saying you need to stay in bed for the night, and then I will check you out tomorrow. Those ribs, though, are you going to make it impossible for you to move, I hope you know that. They aren’t cracked, but it’s far too tender for you to be twisting or moving.”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes narrowed on me, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

Did I hit a nerve?

I sure liked it.

He cleared his throat before moving back to the side of the bed and I let my eyes roam over him. Sure enough, his dick was hardened and pushing against his jeans.

That was a nice feeling to have, making him hard, making him want me.

Not that I thought he didn’t.

Our one and only kiss spoke volumes, but it had been a few years ago.

It was nice to know he still felt the same.

“Where did you get those?”

“It’s not important, Hugh.”

“Wrong answer.” Before I knew it, he was over me, his arms on either side of my head. Usually, I hated being trapped, but with him, I felt my heart flutter and I wanted more of it. “Bad girls who disrespect me get punished, Vixen. Don’t be a bad girl. Be a good girl.”

The way he breathed that out over my lips, the way he said it, the way I felt it, had me flooding my panties. He had turned me on just as much as he was with nothing more than a few words.

And damn it, I wanted to be his good girl. I wanted him to praise me, to use me, to treat me like his good girl.

Okay, being honest, I wanted to be punished like his bad girl too.

Ah, fuck it, with this man, I just wanted it all.

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