Page 14 of Loved By the Mountain Man

I’m not at home. I’m not in the little two-bedroom apartment I shared with my sister. I’m in a cabin in the middle of the woods, and my very own mountain man is singing in the kitchen.

I slump back on the pillows with a wide grin on my face. This is better than home.

This is your new home.

I shake the thought out of my head. I’m here for an adventure, not to fall in love.

Too late…

Luckily Kobe walks in at that moment, and I don’t have to keep arguing with my inner self. That girl doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes.

“You like bacon and eggs?”

He looks even better in the light of day than he did last night, if that’s at all possible. Maybe it’s because he’s carrying a large tray of food, which will always win me over.

My stomach growls and I throw my arms over it, embarrassed. Between dribbling, cheese stuck to my face, and the loudest stomach ever, he must think I’m gross.

Kobe chuckles. “Thought you’d be hungry after last night.”

Thoughts of last night flood my brain. Kobe’s wicked tongue and the way I wantonly threw my leg over his shoulder, grinding myself onto his face like a dog in heat.

I put my hands over my eyes and groan, embarrassed that I let myself go so completely.

Kobe slides the tray onto the bed and sits down.

“What are you hiding from, Sleeping Beauty?”

I love the nickname that he’s given me, and I peep out at him from between my fingers just in time to see apprehension flicker across his face.

“Do you regret it?”

Do I regret having so many organisms I couldn’t stand straight?

“No.”

I smile shyly and Kobe relaxes, making me think I imagined the apprehension.

“Eat.”

Kobe slides the tray toward me, and I fall on it hungrily, putting bacon slices between two thick pieces of bread and lavishing it with ketchup.

“Mmm, this is good.”

Not only has Kobe given me several orgasms, but last night he made my favorite dinner and today my favorite breakfast. This man is just too perfect.

Foreboding clenches my gut, and I almost choke on my sandwich.

Maybe this is what Trish felt when she met douchebag. Maybe it’s easy to woo a woman with food and orgasms, and the next thing you know you’re pregnant and stuck with an asshole.

But Kobe isn’t like that.

The truth is I have no idea what Kobe’s like. This thing between us feels real to me, but maybe he does this with every girl that comes to the mountain.

I’m inexperienced with men. All the boys I grew up with threw themselves at any girl they could catch hold of, and I swore I’d never get caught. But I walked right into this mountain man’s trap.

“You want coffee with that?”

Kobe smiles at me, and with his wide grin I shake the doubts out of my mind. I’m enjoying this adventure, so why not enjoy it to its end? Whatever that may be.

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