Page 12 of Found By the Mountain Man

I sit up in bed, but he’s already pulling his t-shirt on. “It’s okay, Indigo.”

But it’s not okay. The only man who’s ever been nice to me, and he thinks I’m using him. But aren’t I? I’m sleeping in his bead, eating his food, using his hot water, all the while not telling him anything about myself. Perhaps it’s time to come clean.

8

INDIGO

The next few days are the happiest of my life. During the day, we wander Rhys’s property, checking his traps and processing any animals he catches. We see the deer again, but he lets it go by without raising his gun.

Instead, we pull rabbits out of traps, and he teaches me how to skin them in such a way as to leave the pelt intact. He sells the pelts in town as well as any spare meat.

Conversation flows easily, skirting around the topics neither of us want to talk about.

My black eye fades, and I grow stronger every day. But I don’t talk about leaving. I don’t know where I’ll go. I’m so happy here.

The days are good, but the nights, oh Lord, the nights. Every night Rhys climbs into bed beside me, and we rub against each other until we come.

Our hands and bodies have been busy exploring each other. We haven’t had proper sex yet, and my need for him is growing every day. Rhys doesn’t make any moves to take it further, and I worry that he doesn’t want to. But his hard cock tells a different story.

He’s hard for me when he wakes up and we rub against each other like we did the first day. But every time I try to guide his dick to my opening, he pulls back.

I guess he has his reasons. But it’s killing me.

When we’ve both come, he gets out of bed and into the shower. There’s intimacy between us yet also a distance, like he’s holding back.

Maybe this is the tradeoff for keeping secrets. Perhaps there can be no real intimacy until we show each other our darkness.

We’re lying in bed that night facing each other. Rhys insists on sleeping on the side where the door is, and he keeps his gun next to him on the floor. I’m touched by his protectiveness. I’ve never been cared for before.

His hands slide down my body, and his mouth closes over mine. In just a week his touch has become so familiar. I sigh contentedly as his lips move across my neck, finding the erogenous zone behind my ear.

My panties are already soaking by the time his hand slides over them.

Rhys isn’t much of a talker during sexy times, but I understand by the groan that comes out of his lips that he’s enjoying my body.

One of my hands wraps around his cock and I slide it slowly down his shaft the way that he likes. My fingernails on the other hand scrape along his balls, and he lets out a hiss at the sensation.

Then his finger is inside me, and I’m lost in my own pleasure. My movements on his cock get faster, more erratic as my own pleasure builds. I press into his palm, grinding myself against him as I search for a release.

I’m using both hands on his cock now, and it’s slick with pre-cum. There’re high-pitched panting noises coming from my throat, and I don’t recognize them as myself. Then I’m coming, my pussy clenching on his fingers. I give a hard tug on his cock and his cum squirts out, pouring over my fingers and coating my belly in his sweet stickiness.

We stare at each other in the light of the bedside lamp, panting hard from what we’ve just done.

We’ve gotten each other off like this for the last few nights and I love it, but I want more.

Rhys gets out of bed and returns with a warm flannel. He wipes down my stomach, planting gentle kisses on my skin as he mops up the sticky mess.

He cares for me. In this moment, I’m sure that he does.

“Rhys…” He cuts me off with a kiss on the lips. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he didn’t want me to talk.

I pull back because I want to talk. I’m ready to talk.

“My real name isn’t Indigo.”

I say it in a rush before he can stop me. Rhys doesn’t say anything, and I rush on while I’m feeling brave.

“I ran away from The Seekers of Light.” Recognition flicks across his face. “Do you know it?”

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