Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
His cabin is amazing. Like Architectural Digest or Telluride amazing, with a three-story log beam ceiling in the great room, and an eclectic mix of vintage craftsman, leather and some contemporary but cozy and overstuffed upholstered furniture in creams and whites, with rich navy blue oversize chairs by the fireplace and velvet pillows tossed everywhere.
The contrast between Mathias and his home only makes him more intriguing. I expected an efficient cabin, with the essentials. Maybe even a hand pump at the sink and no indoor plumbing. The reality is far from it, and I want to know all about this contrast of a rugged man with such refined taste.
“So...” I look to the ceiling, then crane my neck around to look at the monstrous kitchen, outfitted with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, knotty, alder-looking handmade wood cabinets, and a warm, cream and black granite on every flat surface. “Your place is okay.” I hold back the sarcastic smile as I raise an eyebrow at the monster tending to me in such a gentle manner.
“It gets me by.” He retorts, mimicking my sarcasm as he sniffs, lowering the towel full of ice onto my ankle. “My mother helped me decorate.”
“Yeah, it’s roughing it, for sure.” I crane my neck to look at all the details of the room. “She did a good job. Does she live close?”
“No.” He stands, letting one hand linger on my shoulder before moving it up my neck to my chin.
With slight pressure, he tips my head back so I’m looking at the enormity of him. His silver-gray eyes look dark in this light, and I see what I think is the same lust behind them that has my panties wet and my nipples hard. “She and my father raised me near here. But, they moved to Palm Springs.” He shakes his head in disbelief, but I sense no animosity. Then he asks, “Are you hungry?”
Seeing the softness in his eyes when he talks about his parents makes me smile inside. “No.” I shake my head. “I ate the world’s biggest hamburger at Duffy’s. And drank Blue Moons.” I rub my distended stomach as he narrows his eyes.
“You had three beers?” His eyebrows raise as he gives me a disappointed, fatherly sort of look. “Then you ran out and drove away.” His voice is deep as he shakes his head. “You will never again drive after you’ve had anything to drink.”
I screw up my face at the implication he’s going to somehow be an overseer in my life. “Uh, okay, Dad. But, you’re sort of not the boss of me.” I chide, but the fingers on my chin shift, his thumb and forefinger now pinching my flesh holding my gaze onto his. “Oww.” I wrinkle my nose.
“You will never again drive after you’ve had anything to drink.” He repeats, his words solid, each one vibrating inside of me like the beat of a drum.
I swallow and pull one of the loose pillows next to me to my chest, curling my fingers around the edges, feeling I need something between us. Besides, my traitorous nipples are about to poke holes through my t-shirt.
And I like this t-shirt.
There’re a few beats of heavy silence, then his body language shifts, his eyes flitting up and down my body before coming to rest on my face, this time with a new softness. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate. You like hot chocolate?”
“Sure.” I nod. “Who doesn’t like hot chocolate?” The summer day’s air has chilled and the wall of windows across from the sofa are open, letting in a good breeze to spin through the living area.
When he releases my chin, there’s a twinge in my neck but there’s a bigger twinge between my legs. He makes me feel incredibly tiny as he moves away. I lick my lips, my mouth dry as I watch his massive form lumber into the kitchen. Boots scraping on the wood floor and I feel the vibration of each heavy step as he goes.
I never much considered what it would feel like to be taken, like in the old pirate or Viking sort of romance books, but when he threw me over his shoulder there was an immediate shift inside of me. My heartbeat raced, wetness coated my underwear and images of him holding me against his body while he used me like some human Fleshlight had me nearly convulsing into an orgasm as he stomped through the woods.
There’s some banging of cupboards and clanking of pots behind me in the kitchen. As he works, I ponder my fate with this confusing but ovary exploding mountain man.
When he returns, he places a tray on the table next to where I’m hunkered in the corner of the sofa and hands me a white ceramic mug, the scent of chocolate swirling around my nose, making my mouth water. The floating mini marshmallows on top make me smile as I think of his huge fingers plucking them out of a bag and placing them there.