Page 4 of Massive Size Mountain Man
“You’re gorgeous, Avalon, with your long blonde hair and big blue eyes. You’re young, curvy, and with legs that go on for days. Oh, he’ll be interested, and especially because he’s a Sweet Lies members. Those guys belong to the club because they like their girls beautiful and discreet, and are willing to pay for it. He’ll find a way to have sexy times with you, daughter at the cabin or not.”
I giggle.
“Well, I’m kind of looking forward to it, to be honest, because Stuart was soooo bad in bed. I don’t know how I put up with that creep for so long. But now that we’ve been broken up, I haven’t gotten any for months, and I really want to meet a gorgeous guy.”
Courtney fixes me with another look.
“But this isn’t dating, Avalon. This is a rendezvous. A hook-up, even.”
“I know!” I say in a breezy tone. “And I’m okay with it! I just need to get some action before I go dry down there. That can happen right? I’ve heard that you start getting rusty and even suffer drops in estrogen if a dry spell goes on too long.”
Courtney snorts.
“No, that’s fake girl, and you know it. But I want you to be careful, okay? Text me if anything, and I mean, anything, happens. I’ll come get you.”
I giggle.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, Court.”
At that moment, the baby snuffles a little, and then his eyes open and he begins to wail.
“Oh shit,” my friend mutters under her breath. “Johnny wants the boob.”
I stand.
“I’ll give you privacy to breastfeed. Plus, I have to get back to work but we’ll talk more later, okay?”
My friend’s barely listening as she fumbles in her bag for a blanket to drape over her shoulder. But then she looks up and smiles.
“Don’t worry about me because I just need to feed this little critter. Go back to work! But be careful this weekend, Av. I mean it.”
With one last nod, I head to the staff room to retrieve my apron once more. But once inside the cool darkness, I let out a big breath because I didn’t expect to be grilled by Courtney like that. I know that she only wants me to be safe, but seriously, it’s fine. Her own sister used to work for Sweet Lies, and Annabel came out with a boyfriend after everything is said and done! Who says lightning can’t strike twice? Maybe the man waiting for me at the cabin is a growly, fierce, and huge. Maybe he’s got broad shoulders, a chest like a tank, and thick, tree-trunk thighs. Maybe he’ll toss me around like a rag doll before giving it to me hard. Ooooh, that sounds delightful, and with a secret smile, I tie my apron around my waist. The truth is that I can’t wait to meet my mountain man … because I just know deep inside that he’s huge size.
2
Avalon
I stare at my phone with a wry grin because Courtney’s exhortations to call her if anything goes wrong are useless. There’s no signal this far up the mountain, and as I stand there, the taillights of the Uber draw further and further away until they disappear. I’m stuck up here by myself, and there’s nothing to do but to subject myself to the beast.
Still, it can’t be that bad because this could be a babysitting job. Maybe Mr. Carrington (as I’ve been informed his name is) has no idea that I’m being gifted through Sweet Lies, and thinks that I really do belong to a nanny service. Seeing that I know nothing about children, this could be a giant mistake, but here goes.
I take one last breath and look down at myself. I’m dressed in the “clean girl aesthetic” popularized by college co-eds these days, and my blonde hair is neatly braided down my back, and my features are only lightly dusted with a bit of blush and lipstick. A big sweatshirt envelops my frame, topping a long, loose skirt and cute Adidas sneakers. The look is definitely projecting modest, considerate, kind, and most of all, trustworthy.
I arrange my face into a smile and then knock. There’s no answer. Then, I knock again, again to no answer. Damn, does Mr. Carrington know I’m coming? I hope there hasn’t been some humongous breakdown in communication, and that he’s expecting his new babysitter. Or maybe he’s not even at the cabin, and I’m here all alone. Oh shit, how do I call the Uber back when I have no signal?
With a bit of desperation, I look around for the doorbell, but there is none! Then, I ball my hands into fists and begin pounding on the heavy wooden slab.
“Open up!” I yell. “It’s your new babysitter, Avalon. Hey, is anyone home?”
In the middle of pounding like a lunatic, the door suddenly jerks open and I fall flat on face onto the floor. Literally, one moment I’m upright and yelling, and the next, I’m staring straight into a colorful rag rug with my nose buried in the tensile fabric.
“Look who the cat dragged in,” a low male voice says. “What the fuck? Who are you, and why are you at my cabin?”
I pick myself up slowly. Ouch, my shins hurt, and I think I banged my left knee on the way down. Not to mention, my braid’s now askew and my face is flushed with embarrassment. This is definitely not how a Sweet Lies encounter is supposed to start.
But I need to make things right because I’m here for a job. Stay calm, Avalon, the voice in my head instructs. Collect yourself, and then get to work.
The voice is right, and mentally, I will my blood pressure to subside while pasting a smile on my face. My mouth opens to start talking, but that’s when all the air whooshes out of my lungs because Liam Carrington is gorgeous. The mountain man is at least six four, his dark head almost hitting the door frame. His shoulders appear wider than a tank, with bulging biceps and a lean, flat waist. His thighs are as thick and sturdy as logs, but it’s the look in those blue eyes that make me shrink because Liam Carrington’s hostile. His gaze pierces me to the core, missing nothing, and he literally growls then.
