Page 12 of Single-Dad: The Mountain Man

Momentary elation bubbles up inside me. Before I realize what’s happening, it’s too late. My body is doused in high-octane gasoline, the match is lit and a climax explodes through me. Fortunately, I’m able to clasp my hand over my mouth and suppress my cry of pleasure.

How is this even possible? This is insane. I’m having an orgasm–hands free.

But I revel in the way my body shudders uncontrollably against the tree, a melting sensation seeping into my underwear.

When the world blinks back into focus, a silence engulfs the air. I turn back to see him looking in my direction.

He heard me?

I retreat backwards only to halt at the sound of a twig snapping.Shit. I peer down at my foot to see nothing there and look back up to find myself staring into the hungry eyes of a mountain lion.

It lunges.

My scream dies in my mouth and I freeze in terror.I’m dead. I can’t believe I actually died a virgin. I won’t get to experience that beautiful cock and know what it’s like to be Shane’s woman.

But the lion doesn’t get me because Shane dives onto it and that’s when I find my voice.

“Shane!” I yell as helpless fear slams into me.

My brain doesn’t comprehend what I’m witnessing. Shane, naked and powerful, has an even larger more dangerous beast in a headlock.

I’m dreaming?

But it quickly becomes apparent that the lion isn’t attacking him and Shane’s…laughing?

“That’s enough, Dixie,” he says as he gets to his feet. But the big cat rubs its head against him for more pets.

I almost forget about the large beast between Shane’s legs…almost. That’s until he stands to his full height and walks straight for me.

My heart drums in my chest as he closes in and I don’t dare to look into his eyes, I keep my gaze fixed on his searing blue irises.

He pulls me into a hug, melting me with his powerful embrace.

“You okay, angel?”

With each passing second, the involuntary tremors lessen as he holds me. I close my eyes and try not to think about how being wrapped in his powerful arms and protected by his naked frame feels so natural.

I instinctively know that if any other man were to hold me so intimately, I would feel sick. Here in his arms, my soul feels sated. He’s definitely the one.

Why does it have to be you?

“Shane, what’s going on?” I close my eyes and become engulfed in his soapy, clean, masculine scent.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he says, pulling away, and I lament his warmth. “Dixie, come here.”

On command, the lion strolls over to us, its intense gaze locked onto me.

“I think I’m going to pee myself,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry, she won’t bite you. She was just playing with you earlier, but she can be a bit rough.”

Shane reaches out and pets the large cat and I follow suit, slowly holding my hand out. She rubs her head on my palm. Beautiful, powerful, and wild. She sort of reminds me of someone.

I glance over at Shane to see him pulling on his tee shirt and pants and I give a sigh of disappointment.

Shane tells me about how he freed her from a bear trap two years ago and nursed her back to health.

“I haven’t seen her in a few months, but she usually comes by to check on me.” He meets my gaze.

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