Page 155 of Mountain Grump

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And today…

Today I’m standing naked in the woods, with the sunset and a sexy mountain man as my company.

And I feel free.

I’m stranded. Stuck in the woods with someone I’m just starting to know. Waiting for another person I’ve never met to rescue us. And yet…

I’ve never felt more alive.

Never felt more connected to this planet we live on.

I dunk the washcloth again and work my way down my body.

Something creaks in the cabin, and I resist turning around.

If that was Ethan getting off the bed to watch… I don’t need to know.

The sun is setting, but it’s not so far gone that Ethan wouldn’t be able to see every inch of me from there.

A flush creeps up my stomach to my chest.

Ethan is probably the hottest man I’ve ever seen in real life. His face. His energy. His endless muscles. And yet, I’ve never felt more confident around a man.

He’s seen me in my favorite dresses. In my pajamas. In basically nothing.

He’s seen me fall, lose my cool, cry...

He’s met my family.

And he still looks at me like he wants me. Like he likes what he sees.

Perfect fucking hips.

I’m eating this perfect fucking pussy for dinner tomorrow.

I hurry through another round of rinsing off.

Spending all day near each other, but not touching each other…

I drag the cloth down my chest, the fabric feeling rough over my sensitive skin.

I’m ready for the touching.

Bending, I soak the cloth for a final time.

But then I hear a new sound.

And it’s not coming from the cabin behind me.

Still bent over, I tip my head up.

My eyes stare into the forest. But I don’t see anything.

Letting go of the cloth, I stand slowly, scanning the tree line.

Nothing.

I reach for the dry washcloth. But just as my fingers brush the cotton, a chirp comes from the shadows.

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