Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I exhale long and slow as the water dips and I see the top of his ass. My hands tingle as I imagine gripping it. Squeezing it. Pulling it toward me as he drives in deep.
Holy shit, Ashley. Get yourself together.
But I can’t. I’m mesmerized by this hot mountain man.
He’s bathing in the freaking river like he was made for the outdoors. He looks so at home. This mysterious man is definitely in his natural habitat.
“Oh yes…” I whisper when he finishes washing off and heads to the river bank. His back is to me and I get a full glorious view of his ass as he steps out.
I shouldn’t be doing this. This is so wrong. I’m a Peeping Tom. I’m a sexual deviant. I’m a total pervert, creeping on this naked stranger who thinks he’s bathing alone.
I know all this, yet… I can’t. Look. Away.
He steps onto the rocky shore and my eyes run up and down his strapping virile body, taking in every peak and valley of his muscles from his sturdy shoulders to his rock-hard ass to his brawny thighs that I would kill to touch.
He raises his chin in the air, letting the sun wash over his gorgeous face, and breathes in nice and slow.
I’m in love.
Is this even real? Did I slip off the ridge back there and plummet to my death, landing in mountain man heaven? That wouldn’t surprise me. This is so unlike my real life it’s laughable.
He starts to turn and my heart stops. Everything in me freezes as that deliciously tempting body slowly turns.
Yes… Yes…
Oh, fuck yes!
His cock is huge.
It’s hanging low between his brawny ox-like thighs. My mouth waters as I stare at it in awe. My pussy pulses with heat. My core constricts.
If I can’t have that inside me, I’m going to kill myself.
My body is leaning forward with every single cell in my body being drawn to him, being pulled to him.
Gravity takes over and I stumble forward, my foot landing on a stick. It cracks and the beautiful mountain man’s stunning dark brown eyes snap onto me.
I gasp in terror.
Busted...
Our eyes lock on one another. He doesn’t look away. He doesn’t try to cover up or turn around. He just stands there in complete confidence, completely exposed as those dark brown eyes burn into me.
My cheeks flare up with heat. My stomach drops. My ravenous she-beast of a vagina begs me to go to him.
I step back instead, stumbling as my whole body trembles.
He never takes his eyes off me. I never take mine off his.
It’s hot, intense eye contact. The kind that takes over your whole body. The kind you never forget.
I don’t know what that man is thinking, but he looks like he’s going to bolt over here at any second, throw me over his giant shoulder, and take me into the mountains to ravage me.
That’s what I’m talking about! my horny she-beast vagina shouts.
A blue jay lands on a rock between us. It snaps me out of my daze.
I gotta get out of here.
The need to flee comes in hot and before the horny she-beast trying to take over can convince me to stay, I turn and sprint back down the trail.
My feet slam into the soft earth as I throttle my legs and pump my arms as fast as I can.
The sexy image of that mountain god stays burned into my brain the entire way down.
It might be burned up there for a long time.
Maybe even forever.
Chapter Two
Ashley
I don’t stop sprinting until I’m back in the lobby of the lodge.
Holy shit, was that real?
I’m breathing heavily and walking in circles as the twin receptionists, Tina and Tiffany, watch me with blank faces.
Okay, now I’m sweaty and gross. I’ll admit it this time.
“I was on the trail…” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Why, was the movie theater closed?” Tina asks with her nose scrunched up.
“I don’t know,” I say as I take deep gulping breaths. “There was a naked man in the river.”
“Was it an old guy?” Tiffany asks.
“Belly out to here?” Tina adds.
“That’s Phil. He swims naked sometimes.”
“What?” I say between quick breaths. “No! It wasn’t Phil and he was definitely not…”
The words kind of drift away as I think back to him bathing in the river. The bubbles of soap running down his wet abs… His round tattooed shoulders shining in the sun… The thick tantalizing length of his beautiful cock… His hands… His beard… The intense way he was staring at me like no one has ever done before…
“How hot was this guy?” Tina, or maybe Tiffany, asks.
“Look at her, she’s drooling.”
“I’m not drooling,” I say sharply. I’m just… ogling him in my head.
Tina’s eyes go wide behind her glasses as she looks at the front door. “Is that him?”