Page 5 of Kissing the Mountain Man
“Last call for all the competitors to the log rolling competition.” The announcer's voice crackles through the intercom.
“Shit.” Ridge curses, breaking the kiss and racing away from me like a man possessed.
The chances of him winning against Bay and Brooks are slim to none. Or so I thought.
“Okay, this is the final round. It’s down to Bay and Ridge—whoever finishes first wins the entire competition.” Junie’s excitement is contagious, and I feel my nerves start to twitch.
The two massive men take their positions on opposite sides of the log in the water. The whistle blows to start the final round. Both men shift their feet forward, then back, trying to catch the other off guard. I hold my breath, fascinated as Ridge’s musclesripple across his chest because, of course, they both took off their shirts.
Most of the crowd cheers for Bay, but a few are supporting Ridge. It looks like he won over some people with his skills during the day—me included.
Ridge’s foot slips, and his body sways to the left before he recovers himself. What if Ridge loses? Will we say goodbye and go our separate ways? No, whatever happens, I still want him if only for one night.
“Come on, Dimples! You can do it!” I shout, and I swear he heard me as I notice a smirk cross his face.
The log spins quicker and quicker until it finally causes a big splash as the loser drops into the river.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!” the announcer says as I hold my breath watching Ridge make his way through the crowd, only to stop in front of me, pick me up, and throw me over his shoulder. “Mr. Ridge Lancaster!”
“What about the prize money?”
“You’re the only prize I need, Buttercup.”
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“T
ell me to stopif you don’t want this.” He growls against my lips.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I whisper, stepping out of his arms and sliding my clothes off as he watches, his eyes burning with desire.
“You’re beautiful.” He groans frantically, tugging at his clothes. I stare at his bare chest, a gorgeous patch of brown chest hair meets my hungry gaze.
It isn’t until he slides his pants over his trim hips and his erection springs free that I begin to have doubts. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.” I stare in awe as it bobs up and down.
“Trust me. It will fit.” Suddenly, he lifts me, causing me to squeak in surprise. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips and feel his hardness pressing against my soaked core.
“Ridge.” I moan, throwing my head back. A tiny voice in the back of my head keeps nagging at me to tell him I’m still a virgin, and I try to ignore it. I don’t want to ruin the moment. My breasts rub against his hard chest, causing my nipples to pebble. Common sense urges me to confess my inexperience before it’s too late, but I tune it out, letting the pleasure course through me. Ridge gently bites the side of my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth, sending tiny sparks of electricity to my aching core. It’s all I can do to hang on as I shiver against his body. The sensations are overwhelming my senses, causing my pussy to pulse in need. His fingers slip lower, lightly teasing my dripping core. I dig my fingernails into his back and grind my pussy against his hand, desperately searching for release.
That’s it, Buttercup. Let go.” He presses one of his fingers into my opening, and I cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretches me, preparing me for his huge cock. “Such a good girl.” He strokes me through my orgasm.
I’m in a complete daze when he carries me into his bedroom and lays me across his bed. He steps back, letting his eyes roam down my body. “You’re so beautiful.”
“There’s something I need to confess,” I say. “I’m a virgin.” I expect him to be angry at the discovery, but instead, he surprises me.
“I’m a virgin too. I’ve never wanted anyone before I met you.” His confession gives me the strength to act on my desires, and I reach between us to wrap my hand around his hot, hard shaft. It thumps in my hand as I run the thumb along the tip, spreading his precum around it. “Fuck.” He groans, placing his hand over mine and squeezing. “You’re going to make me come too soon.” He kisses the side of my neck, running his tongue over the sensitive skin.
He slides down my body, placing kisses along the path. When his tongue wraps around one of my nipples, I arch my back, needing to be closer to his touch.
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er soft skin pressesagainst my shaft, and I almost come from the sensation. I remind myself to slow down since we’re both virgins, but her body is tempting me to speed up and claim her. Her tentative touch on my shoulder causes me to forget my good intentions,
