My Mountain Man Muse

Fuck. I continue through the snow, feeling a decade of pent-up arousal coursing through me.

I’ve been up here for ten years on my own. Never wanting anything but freedom.

But now… fuck, now everything has changed.

I want her.

Badly.

I hope she wants me too, because she’s going to get me.

At first, I was annoyed when I heard her, stomping through the snow like all of those loud city folk who are always trespassing on my mountain. The Miller’s may own a cabin, but this is my mountain. I know every inch of it.

I walked over to give them a warning to stay off my property, but then I saw her.

I’ve never had a reaction to a girl like that before.

My breath quickened, my chest fluttered, my head went all light and airy. I almost dropped the log I had balancing on my shoulder as I stared in awe.

There was just something about the way she was talking to herself so passionately, waving her hands around like a damn maniac. It got to me. I could tell she was full of life. Full of passion. Full of something special, and whatever it was, I wanted it in my life too.

I wanted her.

The sight of her all bundled up like a Christmas present ready to unwrap—ready to undress—to discover all of the sweet warm treasures hidden underneath had my cock hardening in my pants.

After she hurt herself, it just amplified the emotion.

Seeing her so helpless, so vulnerable, sparked something deep and dark in me. I just had to take her.

I’ll take care of her. I will. But I want something in return. I want her in my bed with her swollen ankle behind her head.

My breath is still huffing as I return to the spot where we first met. I remember her looking up at me with those sexy doe-like eyes. They staggered me, but then she opened her mouth and started screaming as loud as she could.

I grin as I remember it. She’s just the kind of girl I’ve been waiting for. No, the girl I’ve been waiting for.

She’s too innocent for me. She’s too pure for what I have planned.

The thoughts circulating in my head on repeat are all too primal and barbaric for her. They’re too dirty.

I reach into my pants to adjust my hard throbbing cock and then end up stroking it instead as I think about what I want to do to those curves.

My hand stops and my breath catches in my chest when I see a glint of silver sticking out of the snow. It’s right where she was rolling around like a maniac as she tried to get away from me.

I walk over with my heart pounding, reach down, and take it. The key to her cabin.

I’m not giving it to her. She might want to leave me. She might want to return home and I’ll never see her again.

I can’t have that. I would die knowing she’s out there where anyone can just take her if they wanted to. No, she’s staying with me.

I slide the key into the inside pocket of my coat and zip it up.

She’s all mine.

With a grin on my lips, I walk over to the log I was carrying before I had her beautiful body in my arms and kneel down. It’s huge and just what I need to work off some of this edginess she’s got me feeling.

I slide my arm under it and with a grunt, I heave it up and onto my shoulder. Chopping wood always relaxes me, but this time I’m not sure if it’s going to cut it.

I feel like the only thing that will take the shakiness out of my body is going to be climbing onto Lily’s eager and willing body and sinking my hard cock deep inside her.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I start carrying the massive log up the hill. I hope she wants that too.

I take my time, walking and thinking and lingering about. I’ve been gone a while and it’s getting dark when I finally get back. I drop the log beside my chopping block with a grunt of relief and turn to look at the cabin.

She’s in there.

My heart starts fluttering a little faster. I still can’t believe there’s a woman in my place, let alone a woman as spectacular and intriguing as Lily.

I quietly walk into the cabin and feel my heart do a little flip when I see her sleeping on the couch. My woolen blanket is pulled up to her chin, hiding her breathtaking body.

That’s okay. Her gorgeous delicate face is enough for me.

I stand there for a few minutes, awe-struck as I memorize every stunning feature. She looks so peaceful as she sleeps there and I feel a wave of gratitude rush through me.

She could have rented any cabin in the state, but she rented the Millers’. I could have been anywhere on this giant mountain, but I was near her when she fell.