Mr. Mountain

“I’ll be in there in a minute. The right side is mine.” I stood up and gathered our glasses.

I cleaned up the living room as she walked into the bedroom. I wasn’t going to push for what I wanted so soon after what she had been through, especially after I plied her with alcohol, but there would be plenty of time when she had some sleep to refresh her beautiful eyes.

My possessive nature was already starting to really kick in. I hadn’t felt that way about any other woman except the one I married. The hardest part would be just letting her get back in that red sedan and drive away once the storm passed. I hoped the lust and desire I was feeling would pass once I was able to finally fuck her. I really didn’t want to get involved with anyone, I just needed to get my dick wet.

I finished cleaning up enough for it to be presentable again and walked into the bedroom. She was already in bed with the covers pulled up tight, but her eyes were open. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I could see a bit of interest in her sparkling green orbs when she saw it come off.

That’s right baby. You’ve never seen a man like me.

I removed my pants and stood there in my boxers, turning away to put them in the hamper with my shirt. She didn’t take her eyes off me as I walked around the bed and pulled back my side of the covers. I stretched once to let her see the outline of my cock against my boxers before I put a knee on the bed. If she wanted to stare, I’d give her something to look at.

Eye-fuck me all you want right now—you’ll get the real thing soon enough.

“You don’t wear pajamas?” She watched as I started to climb into bed.

“Normally I go to bed naked, but I figured I should keep my boxers on tonight.” I slid under the covers and lifted her side to see what she was wearing. “You’re one to talk.”

“I’m wearing a nightgown.” She replied harshly.

“Yeah, what’s underneath it?” I reached over and grabbed the edge.

“Stop it!” She smacked my hand.

Mmm. Foreplay.

“That’s going to cost you.” I slid over and grabbed her hip, rolling her towards me so I could smack her ass through the gown.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” She squealed and turned her ass away from me.

“See, you aren’t wearing pajamas either.” I pulled the edge of her nightgown up. “I’m not even sure I’d call those panties. I hope you didn’t pay full price for that strip of fabric.”

“My panties are none of your concern.” She pushed her nightgown back to her knees. “Go back to your side of the bed like you promised!”

“Good night, Heather.” I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and laughed as I turned over to face the wall.

She will be mine.

I could have probably had her right there if I pushed for it, but anticipation was part of the fun. It would make the inevitable a lot more pleasurable if she was burning with desire for me before she even saw my cock. I felt like I could easily seduce her; I could play the hero card, I could tell her she owed me, I could say a million things that would make her reluctantly remove her panties so I could do what I wanted, but that wasn’t how I wanted it. I needed it to be real.

I wanted her to be invested in the experience—I wanted to feel enthusiastic lips around my cock instead of a reluctant girl swallowing my cock because she thought she owed me one for saving her life. We could have a lot of fun with the little bit of time we had together if the desire was mutual. I needed a few hours of sleep anyway.

I closed my eyes and I could tell I wasn’t going to be lying awake at all. I was so exhausted I didn’t even need the radio going to knock me out for once. I doubted I would sleep for long. The sun would be up soon and even if there were clouds covering the sky, there would still be too much light for me to keep my eyes closed.

Chapter 5: Heather

When my eyes opened, the only thing on my mind was Shane Black. I knew there was no way I had frostbite and I knew he was just using it as an excuse to get me out of my clothes, but there was a part of me that wanted him to see me naked.

I’m a virgin acting like I know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m in way over my head.

There was a part of me that wanted to do a whole lot more than just sleep beside him. What the hell was wrong with me? I had known the man less than a day I was already taking off my panties for him. The furthest I’d ever gone with a man was a hand job from a guy that made me cum with his finger.

I decided to just blame it on the wine, the emotional trauma of being lost in the snow, and the whiskey he gave me when we got to his cabin—it was good to have scapegoats. Perhaps my inner damsel-in-distress was just trying to reward her hero, but that wasn’t me. I was supposed to be the good kid. My sister was the promiscuous girl who went home with random strangers she met—that definitely wasn’t me.

Good girl. You’re a good girl, even if you want him so bad your pussy is wet just thinking about his eyes on you.

“You’re finally awake?” I heard Shane’s voice in the other room. “There’s coffee and breakfast if you want some.”

“Thank you. I’m definitely hungry now and coffee sounds amazing.” I crawled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.