Man of the Mountain

I smile, not stopping her. Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her lush lips, and she inhales sharply before shaking her head, fixing her eyes right at mine.

“The baby okay?” I ask.

She nods. “She’s out cold. A warm bottle, clean clothes, and a tight swaddle was all she needed.”

I reach behind her, into the closet, and grab the first aid kit behind the stack of sheets. “Right here,” I say, handing it to her.

She takes it and steps into the bathroom, opening the kit up on the counter. She grabs an antiseptic cream and some butterfly closures. “Maybe you won’t need stitches since you have these.” She waves me over. “Come closer so I can fix you up.”

Her cheeks turn pink as I step toward her, nice and close. Her back is to the sink and I’m standing close enough for her to doctor me up.

She reaches for the cream, dapping it on a Q-tip, and lifts her hand, touching it to my forehead. I swear to god she pulls in a sharp breath of want. Because it forces me to do the same.

As I do, the towel wrapped around my waist falls to her feet.

And my cock, in all its glory, is hers to see.

Katie

Okay. So that is Kutter’s cock. I swallow, both wanting to bend down to hand him the towel, and bend down to give his thickness a closer look.

Because holy hotness, he is large. Fully capable.

I may be a virgin, but I am familiar with battery operated toys to help me relax… and this is no toy. What Kutter is packing is purely male, purely massive, and purely made to please.

My pussy is hot and I squeeze my core, both relieving the growing ache and making it worse. How can those two things happen at the same time? I don’t know. This is agony, plain and simple.

“You okay there?” he asks, obviously realizing I am staring.

“I’m okay. Ish,” I manage to eke out.

“Nothing to be scared of,” he says, picking up his towel. “It won’t bite.” He grins devilishly. The kind of grin that has my knees going all wobbly and my heart pounding.

“Sorry,” I say, turning around, facing the mirror. Which doesn’t exactly help because now I am just looking at his reflection. Hs cock is still in plain view.

“Don’t apologize. You like what you see, Katie?”

I close my eyes. Is this happening? I wanted a vacation to a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere, and somehow, an hour later, here I am. I didn’t even need to clear vacation days with Lorraine.

“I like what I see,” I admit. “Very much so, actually.”

Kutter laughs. “You’re funny. And sexy. And—”

“Don’t.” I shake my head. Our eyes meet in the mirror.

“Don’t what?” He sets his hands on either side of me, pining me in front of him. How close is his cock to my ass, is what I want to know.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Kutter frowns. “But you are sexy as hell. I mean, I know you came here for work but fuck, Katie, it’s like you came here for so much more than that.”

“What does that mean?” I ask, trying to swallow down my fear. I couldn’t be straight-up with my boss, but maybe I can practice being honest with Kutter.

“Doesn’t it all seem too good to be true?” he asks. “You being here. Like destiny.”

I shake my head slowly. “I don’t believe in destiny,” I say.

“What do you believe?”

“I believe in hard work. Determination. I believe in pulling up my bootstraps and doing the damn thing. Mostly, I believe in me.” Kutter’s eyes darken as he listens to my spiel. “It’s not a cozy point of view, I get that. It won’t give many people warm and fuzzies. But destiny doesn’t work for people like me, Kutter. Or for babies like the one who is sleeping in the living room.”

“You’ve been hurt, bad?” he asks. “Broken down?”

“I prefer bruised but not broken,” I tell him honestly.

“That why you do the work you, protecting people who can’t protect themselves?” He cuts straight to the heart, sees my truth.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “I was a foster kid. I get the system. I wanted to help make it better.”

“You’re making it better for that sweet girl in the living room.”

“So are you,” I tell him. “You fought for her.”

“She needs a name,” he says. “Don’t you think?”

I swallow. “We shouldn’t get attached.”

He frowns. “Why not?”

“Because when we say goodbye—”

He cuts me off, looking so deep into my eyes I swear he can see my every thought, every dream. Every desire. “We don’t know how this is going to end.”

I shake my head again. “Don’t, Kutter… We don’t know one another. We’re not remotely ready to dive into our dark and lonely pasts, let alone contemplate some future. We just met…”