Page 95 of Mountain Daddies

She raises an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on mine. “So, what’s your story? Are you here on a secret mission or just looking to have some fun?”

I lean in closer, the playful banter between us growing more intense. “Maybe a bit of both,” I reply, my voice laced with intrigue. “Life can be a mystery, and I’m here to unravel its secrets, one moment at a time.”

She laughs, her laughter like music in the air. “Well, Mr. Mystery Solver, I hope you’re ready for an adventure tonight.”

A knowing smile dances across my lips. “I’m always up for an adventure. Lead the way.”

She just smirks at me and tugs me toward the dance floor.

As the pulsating rhythm of the music envelops us, the woman’s hand slips into mine, leading me to the center of the floor. The vibrant energy of the crowd merges with the intoxicating heat between us, as we move in sync to the seductive beat.

Her body presses against mine. It’s deliberate.

We sway and glide together, our movements a sensual dance of passion and temptation. The dim lights cast a sultry glow, accentuating the curves of her figure and the magnetic pull between us.

Her touch is electric, igniting a fire within me that I can’t deny. Every brush of her fingertips sends shivers down my spine, a delicious anticipation building with each passing second.

This is what I am. This is who I am. I live in the present and I don’t care about what happens next. She wants me, and that’s enough.

But even as the dance reaches its crescendo, a flicker of clarity pierces through the haze of desire.

With a mix of regret and longing, I gently pull away from the woman’s embrace, breaking the spell that held us captive. She looks at me with surprise and disappointment in her eyes, but I offer a sincere smile.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my voice filled with genuine remorse. “I can’t. I have someone waiting for me, and my heart belongs to her.”

She narrows her eyes at me and pushes me away. “Jerk.”

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AsI quietly enter Artie’s room, the dim light casts a soft glow, revealing Susan’s sleeping form on the bed. My heart sinks as the realization hits me—I missed our night together. Guilt washes over me, clouding my thoughts with regret.

A surge of longing fills me but I resist the urge to wake Susan, knowing she needs her rest. I take a seat on the edge of the bed, my gaze fixed on Susan’s peaceful form.

Quietly, I reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face, my touch gentle and barely there.

As I turn to leave Artie’s room, I’m startled by the sound of Susan stirring from her sleep. Her eyes slowly open, and she looks at me with some confusion, still groggy from sleep.

“Susan,” I say softly, “I…I need to talk to you.”

She sits up, her expression shifting from grogginess to attentiveness. “Ollie? What’s going on? Where were you?”

Taking a deep breath, I make my way closer to the bed and sit down, my eyes locked with hers. The weight of my actions presses down on me, urging me to be truthful, no matter how difficult it may be.

“I…I went to a bar tonight,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “And I met someone there. We danced, we talked…I’m sorry, Susan. Nothing happened, but I just wanted to tell you.”

“Were you attracted to her?” she asks.

“In the beginning, yes,” I say. “You have to understand, Susan. This is as much a big change for me as it is for you. This…whatever this is, we’re still navigating it.”

“Did you like it?”

“Like I said—”

“Yes or no,” she says.

“It’s not that simple,” I say.

She sighs. “I think it is that simple.”

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