Page 5 of Loved By the Mountain Man

It's a studio apartment, and the bed takes up one wall. My open bag lies on the floor between the bed and the door, right next to Kobe.

His gaze follows mine, and the heat intensifies in my cheeks. My underwear is strewn on top of my open bag. White cotton panties with a lace trim. I snatch up the panties and quickly grab some other clothes and scurry back into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I lean on the back of the door, needing to breathe.

I don't know if it's the heating on full bore or the sexy definitely-not-an-axe-murderer man out there, but it’s suddenly burning hot in this place.

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KOBE

The woman looks terrified. I don’t blame her; I know how I must look with my large physique, the scar across my cheek, and the thick beard that tries to hide it. At least she can’t see the limp.

I’m a monster, and even more so compared to this pretty young thing.

The towel she’s got wrapped around her doesn’t quite cover her full curvy body. A thick creamy thigh peeps out from under the towel and her breasts are pushed together, forming a deep crevice of pillowy flesh.

It’s been a hell of a long time since I saw a woman that looked this good. I have to force myself not to lick my lips. Seeing flashes of her skin makes me want to pull that towel off and see what’s at the top of those thick thighs.

Then she screams. An ear-shattering, fantasy-piercing scream. Reminding me what a monster I am. That there’s no way in hell I’d have a chance with this young beauty. I’m damaged goods, and she’s a fucking fairytale princess.

I should be trying to calm her fears, but I’m frozen to the spot. Dumbstruck by her beauty, her long wet hair and pure blue eyes.

She picks something up from the dresser and launches it at me. I’m too stunned to move, but the shot goes wide anyway. The object flies right through the curtain and smashes the window. One more thing I’ll have to fix for Angie.

“I suppose I'm gonna have to fix that window too?”

The woman’s still gaping at me. It’s clear she thinks I’m here to hurt her. I put the toolbox down and raise my hands, showing her I mean her no harm.

“You’re Angie’s tenant, right?”

She gives a small nod, and the terror starts to go out of her eyes.

It’s like she suddenly becomes aware of where she is and the fact that she’s in the world’s tiniest towel. She shrugs it around her chest and it rides further up her thighs. I try not to look. I really, really try not to look, but Goddamn those thick thighs are too juicy. I want to bury my head between them until this woman screams my name.

I shake the thought out of my head, but my cock takes longer to get the message. I’m rock hard, and the only reason she doesn’t notice is because my coat is zipped at the bottom, hiding my painful erection.

It doesn’t help that her bag is open and white cotton panties with delicate lace trim are on top. Imagining her in those panties almost has me sinking to my knees in front of her.

Finally, I get through to the woman that I’m here to fix the door, not to murder her, because it’s pretty clear that’s what she was thinking.

While I get to work, she scurries into the bathroom and gets herself dressed.

It doesn’t take long to put a new lock on the door. The window will take longer to fix. I’m gonna have to call in a favor from a buddy to get the glass replaced, and that’s not gonna happen overnight.

There’s a stack of newspaper on the landing, and I tape up the window, then wrap up the broken glass. It’ll hold for a few days until I can arrange to have it fixed.

By the time I’m done, the woman is back in the room sitting nervously on the edge of the bed. She’s dressed in leggings and a casual sweater that clings to her body, giving shape to the perfect breasts that I almost got a peek of.

“I’m Kobe. A friend of Angie’s.”

“I’m Hailey.” The woman holds up her hand. “Sorry, I thought you were here to…”

She trails off, embarrassed.

“Murder you?” I suggest.

She bites the bottom lip.

“Sorry. You’re just so…?

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