Page 104 of Mountain Wood

Snow shoves out of my way as I clear the path off my mountain and when I reach the bridge, I honk my horn to signal for her to pull over.

She doesn’t.

My wild woman zips past me, down the small ravine, and right over the motherfucking ice. Then she climbs up the other side, full throttle, and catches airtime at the top.

Meanwhile my fucking stomach falls out of my ass.

“She’s going to be the death of me.”

I cross the bridge and…

Grace is having the time of her life in the field by the pavilion. Rolling my window down, I can hear her scream-laughing.

She finally catches back up with me while I clear a small patch all the way to the cabins. I’ll have to go back over all these a few more times, but it’s enough for her to get home safely should she want to walk it. Which, going by how happy she looks with my toy, isn’t going to happen.

I honk again, not wanting to take away her fun and wave.

She waves and blows me a kiss from her helmet, then cuts a right and looks like she’s having an absolute blast in the snow.

If one of us gets to have a good time, I’m glad it’s her. Working so she can play isn’t a bad trade off. I love making her happy.

But as I head down the hill and off my property, I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen.

Chapter 26

Grace

Guilt strikes when Dean’s truck disappears down the hill. I should have ridden with him while he cleared the roads. I could tell he was worried about me riding this thing but as much as I appreciate his concern, I’m ready to have fun and if I hurt myself doing it, then oh well. I’ve ridden snowmobiles before, so it’s not like I’m completely clueless.

I love that he wants to protect and take care of me, but I also want to get pretty good at taking care of myself.

The crazy dip and slide across the stream were a headrush though. No lie, it freaked me out a little bit. Catching airtime at the top was not on my bingo card either. I nearly peed my pants. Here’s hoping I looked cool doing it.

Being out here, riding a snowmobile alone, is a million times better than following one of my brothers from one point to another like I used to on family trips.

Zipping through spaces between the cabins, I zigzag my way around, enjoying the peaceful freedom Dean’s property lends me. I absolutely love it here. And because I’m a whore for content, I whip out my cell and take some videos and selfies. Uploading three faves, I add the caption:Self-care snowday! Remember to take time for yourself to do what makes you happy!

As soon as I grab my gown, I’ll head back to the house, get redressed, take more photos and videos, then wait patiently for my man to get home so he can fuck me in it.

Ya girl’s got plans.

Big, hulking, lumbersnacky plans.

Last night’s date was so perfect. Sweet, simple, and sexy as hell. Of all the lavish dates I’ve ever been on, Dean’s made them all look like trash. And the fact that his friends were in on it, supporting our relationship, was so incredible. I feel like I belong here. And my body still aches from what he did to it all night long.

I love that for me.

Out of habit, I open the app he posts on, just in case he made a video I haven’t seen yet. He’s made one for me every day so far.

Yup. There it is.

My smile splits my face in two when I see it’s already got over two-hundred thousand likes. My man’s hit the viral charts, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.

“Good Morning, Gorgeous. Did you have fun last night?” Dean’s pulling a shirt over his head, tugging it down slowly to hide his abs one muscle at a time. Then he runs his hands through his hair, sweeping it out of his face. “Fuck, I still feel you all over me.” He collars his throat with his hand and closes his eyes. “The way you smell. The way you taste…” He pops those brown peepers open and grins. “The way you bite.”

My pussy clenches.

“I’m the luckiest man on earth,” he says, then gives the phone a mock forehead kiss. “Now how about you get bundled up so we can have some fun today. This view is almost as breathtaking as you.” He rotates the camera, giving the audience a spectacular shot of this powder covered mountains. “Oh, one last thing…” He spins the camera back onto his face. “I want you to say only nice things to yourself today. Got it?” He grins. “Good girl.”

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