Page 5 of Massive Size Mountain Man
“Again. What the fuck. Are you doing. At my cabin?” he bellows, practically blowing my eardrums out.
Oh no. To say we’re off to a bad start would be an understatement … and now, I’m at the mountain man’s mercy.
3
Liam
How the fuck did this curvy piece of ass get on my doorstep? Not only that, but she’s literally glaring at me now like she has every right to be here.
Granted, the young woman is beautiful. She’s got long blonde hair neatly pinned back, as well as big blue eyes and delicate, tip-tilted features. But it’s her body that revs mine up because she’s a siren. The chick has big Double D tits beneath that sweatshirt, and I desperately want to suckle them. A long loose skirt skims wide hips, finished off with cute sneakers and ruffled socks, and the effect is wholesome but also incredibly sexy.
“Who are you?” I demand again roughly. “Otherwise, get the fuck off my property.”
The girl inhales and then exhales slowly, as if fighting to keep her calm.
“I know my visit is unexpected—” she begins.
“Your visit?” I echo, black brows raised. “I didn’t invite you.”
“Okay, my presence then,” she replies in an even tone. “But let me introduce myself because I’m your new babysitter. I’m Avalon Leigh, nanny extraordinaire.”
I squint my eyes at the golden goddess.
“Says who? I didn’t order a nanny.”
She nods, as if expecting that comment.
“Yes, but your friend Rick Purdy did. You do know him, right? He said that you were here at the cabin with your little girl, Ellie, and he sent me to provide relief, meaning that I can take over some of Ellie’s care for the weekend. That way, you’ll get a break. Trust me, Mr. Carrington, I’ve worked with children my whole life and spending more than twenty minutes with a tot can be trying. You deserve a respite.”
Slowly, things start making sense because actually, Rick Purdy is the only person who knows the address of this cabin. He’s never been here before, but I’ve told him its location just for insurance purposes. Literally, for insurance purposes because the policy requires a second, and I decided to put that guy down. But the fucker’s actually goofed big time because my daughter’s not here right now. So what do I do? Should I correct the mistake and send this girl packing? Do I call Rick and give him an earful for being such a dumbfuck?
But as I take in Avalon, I notice the creaminess of her skin and the limpid innocence of her cornflower blue eyes. As she waits, I notice her big bust, wide, child-bearing hips, and the slender length of her ankles. My cock jerks, and the devil inside me laughs because why not have a bit of fun? I’ve been alone on the mountain for a couple days now and this could be very interesting, not to mention utterly debauched and wrong. So I pretend to think, and then smile widely at the young woman.
“Oh sure, right. Rick. Now that you mention it, I recall him saying something about sending a babysitter my way. Great, why don’t you come in, and we can have a talk about your skills and experience caring for children? As you can imagine, I like to scope out my babysitters first, just to make sure we’re on the same page. Please, come in.”
I see Avalon’s pupils widen with panic now that she has to “interview” for the job. I see how the sweet girl’s cheeks go pale, and how she blanches a bit with panic. But all that is gone in a blink of an eye, and she nods before shooting me a confident smile.
“Certainly, Mr. Carrington, I’d be happy to give you a full overview of my skills and experience. No problem.”
Then, the young woman sashays into the kitchen, which is only across the living room, seeing that the cabin’s small. I watch with appreciation as her round rump bounces, before stepping out onto the porch and picking up her overnight bag. Then, I drop said bag on the couch and when I look up, Avalon’s seated on one of the kitchen stools, waiting expectantly. She’s smiling and angelic, and again, so beautiful that my heart thumps painfully in my chest.
Holy fuck, the voice in my head growls. This girl is half your age. Don’t go there, my man.
But I’m a sick fuck, and I happen to like my girls young. Suddenly, the weekend just got a lot more interesting … and I’m starting to enjoy it already.
4
Avalon
To my surprise, Liam doesn’t join me in the kitchen right away. Instead, he puts my duffel onto the couch, and then holds up a finger.
“I’ll just be a sec,” he says. “I was in the middle of a call when you knocked, so let me wrap that up.”
Then, he vanishes into a room to the left and shuts the door tightly, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I look around curiously, wondering how the single dad lives. The cabin isn’t too big, actually. There’s the living room which has a big, comfortable, if somewhat raggedy looking couch in it, as well a majestic stag head mounted on the wall. Adjoining it is the kitchen, which has a fridge, stove, and small counter, where I’m seated now. Then, there are three doors leading off from the living room, one of which is the bathroom. The other one is likely Liam’s bedroom because I can hear the deep tones of his voice, while the other is likely his daughter’s bedroom, although I have no idea where the little girl is. It’s odd because I don’t hear anything, and I thought kids always caused a racket no matter what they’re up to.
But maybe she’s quietly watching a show on her iPad using headphones, or maybe she’s napping. Whatever it is, it’s not my place to barge into her room and interrupt because Mr. Carrington’s still scoping me out. I guess it makes sense. The whole babysitter thing is a surprise to him, and so he wants to make sure I’m up for the job.
At that moment, the door to the bedroom reopens and the alpha male reappears, his dark hair tousled adorably with a gleam in his eye. Hmm, was that really a work call he was on? It seems he was discussing something interesting because he turns to me with an immediate smile.
