Page 157 of Mountain Grump
He looks over his other shoulder, and I reach a hand out to guide us through the doorframe.
Ethan kicks the door shut, wraps his other arm around my waist, and tips me back, dropping me, once again, onto the mattress.
Chapter 82
Ethan
My lidslower as I watch Tilda’s tits jiggle.
As I watchall of herjiggle.
Keeping my eyes on her, I step back until I can reach the door, and I flip the dead bolt.
My heart has never beat so hard.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such instant fear before.
The engine failing in the air.
Even the first mountain lion across the river.
Which I bet is the same mountain lion.
I step closer to the bed.
Tilda sits up.
I was lying on the bed, right where she is now, listening to her splashing around in that damn bucket.
It was torture.
I knew she was naked. Standing outdoors. Surrounded by the forest.
My literal Mountain Fairy.
And I cracked. Gave into the craving.
With zero shame, I stood from the bed, went to the doorway, and I watched her.
Stared at her as she glistened with water droplets in the waning sun.
And it took me too long.
I spent too long staring at her ass, focused on the spot of sweetness between her legs as she bent over. And I didn’t notice.
Didn’t notice the stillness.
Didn’t see where her attention was.
Didn’t realize she wasn’t alone until I heard that chirp.
I take another step closer to the bed.
That fucking chirp.
It’s a friendly sound. Not one of aggression. A curious cat checking things out.
But a cat checking outmy girl.
