Page 6 of Hooked By the Mountain Man

Ethan turns back toward my bed, getting close to my face as his large hand cups my cheek. His skin is hot against mine, his eyes dart to my mouth, and I swallow hard, mesmerized by the cut of his strong jawline. Like it's chiseled from marble. My body reacts instantly as I suck in a quick breath.

"If you think I am leaving you alone, you have no idea who you're dealing with."

Then he kisses me with an intensity that steals all my breath away.

"You're mine," he whispers on a growl, before striding out of the room with purpose.

Oh my god. I'm in a coma.

Chapter 4

Ethan

It's dusk when I wrap aroundThe Palmerto what looks like a small village. Standing in stark contrast to the rustic elegance of the resort and hotel, the cabins are simple and sturdy, but large. Young men and women who look to be teenagers and early twenties mill around, laughing and playing music. I drive around a large grassy loop with picnic tables and horseshoe pits in the middle, following Brynn's directions and pull up to the fanciest shed I've ever seen in my life.

"Home sweet home," Brynn says, watching me.

"It's tiny," I blurt out.

"It's a tinyhouse," she corrects, luckily finding my response amusing, if not also irritating. "Seasonal employees bunk together in the larger cabins at the front, but year-round employees get a tiny house on the property. And in the winter, there's a shuttle to the front of the resort."

"Ah, Bradford has found a way to willingly enslave people to their jobs by making them never need to leave the compound," I grumble, staring at the dollhouse Brynn calls home.

"Yeah, he's such a monster. Giving us free room and board, access to excursions and activities on our days off, and a gourmet chef, on top of paying better than any resort on this mountain." Brynn rolls her eyes. "Let me guess, Ethan. You spent your summers staying at places likeThe Palmergrowing up, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Brynn pulls a face at my blunt response. "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Hobbs. I've got it from here."

Cute.

I take off my seat belt as she gets out of the car, and meet her at the bottom of her minuscule front porch.

"Seriously? Go away!" Brynn swats at me when I put my arm around her waist to help her up the front stairs.

Pulling her against me with a gentle firmness, her breath catches when I lower my mouth to her ear. "If you everMr. Hobbsme again outside of a sexy bedroom role-play game, I'll call your boss every day, using the worst cutesy nickname you can imagine. For the rest of your life."

Brynn lets out a startled laugh. "You wouldn't."

"Try me, my little Snickle-Fruit-Bear. My Pickle-Bottomed-Squeaky-Cuddle-Bug." I grin wickedly as Brynn's mouth drops open in disbelief.

"You're threatening me?"

I shrug. "It's not a threat if you mean it. It's a promise."

"You're evil." Brynn breathes out, but a smile tugs at her lips.

"I'm evilwhat, my little Peacock-Tailed-Sex-Kitten?" Her eyes widen and her mouth opens like she's about to yell at me, but then she clenches her jaw.

"You're evil,Ethan," she finally corrects through gritted teeth.

"Thank you,Brynn," I whisper, staring at her mouth as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She swallows hard, her eyes locked on mine, but then, she turns quickly and starts up the few short stairs.

I stand behind her, admiring the roundness of her full ass, as she keys in the code to her front door. She doesn't slam it in my face, so I follow her in.

Brynn flicks on a small lamp and then throws her arms wide. "Okay. I'm home safe."

I nod my head. "It's bigger inside," I admit. Which isn't saying much, but I'm not going to tell her that.

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