Baby For The Mountain Man

“Yes. I want you to sit and enjoy yourself.”

The two of us sat down at the table and began to eat. I tried to make conversation with him, but every time I took a bite of food I moaned. It cut off every sentence I tried to make as the grin on Travis’ face grew, and soon I gave up conversation altogether in favor of eating.

“I take it everything’s good?” he asked.

“Hell yeah, it is,” I said.

“What’s your favorite?”

“Those vegetables in the eggs, for sure.”

“Next time, I’ll make us some homemade pancakes. I can do chocolate chips in them, or blueberries, or swirl it with cinnamon and top it with cinnamon roll icing.”

“Keep talking like that and I won’t go,” I said.

“Keep threatening that and I’ll keep talking,” he said.

My eyes panned up towards him as I took a bite of my toast. His beautiful gaze was locked onto mine, reflecting the sunrise streaming through the cabin windows. His chest was strong and luscious. Glistening in the light of the morning sun as his forearms perched on the table. If I concentrated hard enough, I could still smell him. I could smell his skin and feel his lips against my neck. Goosebumps rose up on my arms as I remembered the swell of his chest against mine. The way his hips locked perfectly between my legs. The way his lips wrapped around my nipples and the way his beard tickled the insides of my thighs.

I shook myself from my trance and took another bite of my eggs.

“I need this recipe,” I said.

“Just some vegetables sauteed with some garlic, pepper, and salt,” he said.

“That easy, huh?” I asked.

“There might be another ingredient, but if I told you I’d have to kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you. It’s fabulous either way, so go you.”

“Go me,” he said with a chuckle.

We finished our breakfast and I helped him clear the table. We washed dishes side by side, him scrubbing and me drying. I wiped down the table as he put the dishes away as the looming deadline of my leaving crept up on us. Soon, there would be nothing else for either of us to do and I would have to leave his cabin.

“You drive safe, okay? And you can come back anytime you want,” Travis said.

“I know. I’ll be back soon. I just… have things I have to straighten out there. I can’t just abandon my family. An adult doesn’t do that.”

“No,” he said. “No they don’t. Just keep yourself safe. Guard yourself. Don’t let yourself slip.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

I stood there on his porch, debating on what to do next. The tension was palpable between us. I could see it rising his cock. It started to press against his pajama pants, tenting them slightly as my nipples puckered. I wanted to press my hands into his bare chest and slam him to the floor. I wanted to connect my lips with his and taste the sweetness of his coffee-tainted breath.

But I knew I had to get home. I knew I still had unfinished business.

“Talk to you later,” I said as I turned to go.

Travis, however, reached out for my arm and twirled me back around. Our lips collided together as he pulled me close, my hands pressing into the beauty of his skin. They snaked around his neck, my back arching my body into him as our tongues wrapped together. I shook in his arms as my knees grew weak, his body holding me up when I could no longer hold my own weight.

The kiss left me breathlessly as he sat me back down onto my feet.

“Drive safe,” Travis said.

The entire ride home, I thought of him. Of that kiss. Of his body. Of the way it was so easy to talk with him. I smiled at the memories we were creating as I pulled up into my home, but the presence of my parents on the porch poured dread over my entire body. I saw my brothers standing at the window, gazing out over the spectacle with worry and anger boiling over their faces.

Something had happened.