Page 8 of Mountain Man's Winter Wonder
I held out my hand to Sheraton. She took it, her fingers trembling slightly in mine.
“My place,” I said, the words low and urgent. It wasn’t a question.
She stood, her body aligning with mine, and the contact sent a fresh jolt of desire through me. She looked up at me, all traces of shyness gone, replaced by a raw hunger that mirrored my own.
“Yes,” she agreed, her voice a husky promise. “Let’s get out of here.”
5
SHERATON
Ifelt alive. For the first time in my life, I was doing what I wanted, not what my parents said.
Okay, so coming here in the first place to sell mytoys, as my dad called them, was rebelling in itself. But being in the car with this older man who had rough edges that meant my dad would never approve exhilarated me.
This was my life. I was going to live it the way I saw fit.
“I don’t want to go back to your cabin,” I said.
That earned a look from Buck, who managed to right the car before veering into the shoulder. “The inn?”
He probably took it personally. Like I had something against going back to a man’s cabin. It wasn’t that at all.
“Not a bed,” I said. “Most people’s first time is in a bed. At least, that’s what I’m assuming.”
“I’d say more often it happens in the back seat of a car. At least that was the way it was when I was a teenager.”
Would his first time have been in a car? The thought of him with someone else should make me jealous. Instead, it intrigued me. Picturing this big, rough guy trying to squeeze into the back seat of a small car like mine…
“Is that your story?” I asked.
“My story?”
“Was your first time in the backseat of a car?”
Silence. He didn’t look over at me this time, but the road was ridiculously twisty. He probably didn’t trust taking his eyes off the windshield even for a second.
“I’ve never owned a car,” he finally said. “Only trucks.”
“Okay, so that’s a technicality. Was your first time in a truck?”
“The bed, actually. I packed a picnic and took her to a spot overlooking a lake. I was pretty proud of myself. Thought I was big shit for thinking to bring a blanket.”
“Tell me about it. In detail.”
He frowned and slowed the truck as the curves got even steeper. “The picnic? I grabbed some chicken and coleslaw and?—”
“Your first time.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the cab of the truck. “You don’t let up, do you?”
“No.” My voice was firm. This was part of my new life. Asking for what I wanted. “I want to know. What was it like?”
He was quiet for another long moment, his large hands flexing on the steering wheel. “It was…fine. Nice. She was a sweet girl from my history class. We’d been dating a couple of months. It was…standard.”
“Standard how?” I pressed, leaning closer, captivated by his honesty.
“Missionary. In the truck bed, under the stars. It was a little awkward, a little quick. We were both nervous. But it was…good.”
