Page 13 of The Silent Mountain Man

"Had that one pierced, too," I say.

He turns his head toward my dick. "And I had a Prince Albert."

"I see."

Something about how seriously he's taking this makes me laugh. I don't even know why.

Harrick's gaze cuts to mine. His eyes are blazing. He takes stock of my naked body one more time, and then he's on top of me, kissing me like his life depends on it.

I asked for a good fuck, and I have a feeling I'm about to get one.

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Harrick

My head's playing tricks me on. That's gotta be it. There's no other reasonable explanation for it.

I slide my tongue into Eddie's mouth, my hands running up and down his smooth, lean torso.

Sure, the coincidences are piling up—his name,Pa, him spending summers up here, and now the piercings heusedto have—but it's not him.

This Eddie is notmyEddie.

But you know what? For this one night we get to spend together, I'm going to pretend that he is. Pretend that my Eddie didn't disappear without a trace all those years ago, and that after that summer, we found a way to be together.

I used to daydream about how we'd start a new life somewhere, away from my father, probably wherever Eddie ended up going to college. He'd gotten accepted into a few places, but hadn't made his final decision yet.

What was it he was planning on studying again? Was it business? Or marketing?

Doesn't this Eddie work in marketing?

Stop it, brain. You're not helping.

But, god, how different my life would've turned out if we'd ended up staying together. I probably wouldn't have joined the military. I was always good with my hands, so I could have gotten a job in construction, worked my ass off, and done everything possible to give Eddie the good life he deserved. Because he was worth it. I would've done anything to make him happy.

And yeah, I would've asked him to marry me one day. Who knows, maybe we could've even had kids…

Cut it out, man.

I've wasted too much time pondering what-ifs. And what's the use? It doesn't change a damn thing, and it only makes me feel like shit. That's the last thing I want to be feeling right now.

Cute, funny, and slightly quirky guys like this Eddie don't exactly fall out of the sky around these parts. This is most likely going to be my one and only time with him before the road reopens and I drive him to Thickehead so he can settle the business he came here to settle.

No more getting distracted by wild ideas. It's time to deliver on my word and give this sexy-as-hell city boy a fucking he'll remember for a lifetime.

I make my way down his body slowly, nibbling and licking his soft, creamy skin as I go, until I reach his cock.

Nothing soft about this.

I curl my fingers around his rigid length and give him a few strokes. His eyes roll into the back of his head. "So good," he groans. "Keep going."

I intend to.

I peel off my shirt and then get into a better position. I hook each of his legs over my shoulders as I lift his lower back off the rug with one hand, giving me the access I need to his sweet hole.

"Jesus," I mutter. "So fucking beautiful."

It really is. His smooth pink hole looks so inviting in the firelight. I waste no more time, holding him up as I dive in between his cheeks. My tongue swipes up his taint, and when I graze his entrance, he squirms in delight.

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