Page 5 of Her Mountain Rescuer

My dick doesn’t get the memo though, and it thickens against my thigh. Fucker.

Ignoring my body’s response, I kneel in front of Hailey, pull the blankets away and unzip her jacket, peeling it off her. Her shirt is plastered against her, clinging to her curves, and I swallow roughly as I take in the sight of her. I carefully peel her soaking wet shirt off her, too, pulling it over her head.

I’m going to hell, because even though I should be focused on looking after her, I zero in on her perky tits, covered in a simple black bra.

Jesus fucking Christ, she’s so lovely it hurts to look at her. Her beauty is like a physical ache in my chest.

Mine.The word beats through me fast and true, like a heartbeat. It sticks to my skin like a tattoo.

I shake my head, trying to shove the thought away. No. Hailey is lots of things—beautiful, smart, hilariously funny, sweet, kind—butminecan never be one of them. It doesn’t matter that I feel for her two years ago, the realization striking me up the head on Christmas Eve, when it struck me what an amazing woman she’d become. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve stroked my cock to thoughts of her.

It. Can’t. Happen.

I shake my head again, trying to dislodge the completely inappropriate thoughts. Right now, my girl needs me to look after her. What I want and how I feel don’t matter.

“I need to take your pants off, too,” I say, hoping she doesn’t notice the huskiness in my voice.

She just nods, her huge brown eyes fixed on me. The firelight is reflected in them, making them look almost otherwordly.

I take her boots off first, careful of her injured ankle. It’s a bit swollen, but as I probe it gently, I don’t think anything’s broken. I retrieve a tensor bandage from my emergency kit and make quick work of wrapping her ankle up so that it doesn’t swell more.

Taking a breath, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, dragging the sodden fabric down her long legs, toned from all of the hiking she does. I toss them aside, leaving her in nothing but her bra and a pair of sweet pink panties. They’re wet too, and I can see the outline of her peachy little cunt through them.

Fuck. Me.

My cock goes from halfway to rock fucking hard in the space of a heartbeat. I grab more blankets from the trunk and wrap them around her, rubbing her arms and legs vigorously while trying to name different insect varieties to distract my brain enough to get my dick to calm the fuck down.

“Beau,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine. She’s still shaking, but her lips are slightly less blue. “C-cold.”

“I know, sweet girl. We’re gonna get you warm. You’re safe now, and everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Get me warm?” She blinks up at me, firelight flickering over her skin. Outside, more thunder booms across the sky, rattling the windows in their panes.

I nod. “I’m going to take my clothes off, too, and then we’re going to huddle for warmth in front of the fire. We need body heat. You’re mildly hypothermic.”

“Your clothes?” Something flickers in her eyes, and she glances away.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I start to strip down in front of Hailey. I toe off my soaked boots first, peeling off my wet socks and tossing them aside. Her throat works as she watches me, shifting slightly on the couch. She’s got a bit morecolour back in her face, her gaze more alert than it was a few minutes ago. Good.

I shove my jacket off and then reach for the hem of my Henley, pulling the cold, wet fabric over my head. I shiver slightly, my nipples hardening in the cold air as Hailey stares at me. I can feel her gaze like a physical touch as it roves over my tattooed chest, down my arms, to my stomach.

I swallow thickly and look away. It feels wrong to look at her as I unbuckle my belt. I pop the button on my pants, and the rasp of my zipper feels impossibly loud in the quiet cabin. The only other sounds are the soft crackling of the fire and the rain pelting the roof.

The storm raging outside is nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. I need to look after Hailey. I can be her protector. I can’t be anything more than that. We’re taking our clothes off to get her warm.

And yet…the level of lust and excitement pounding through me right now…it’s perverse. There’s no other word for it. I’ve known this girl since she was a baby. I remember holding her just a week after she was born. I remember her taking her first steps and learning to ride a bike.

I’m sick for the way I want her.

I push my pants down, hoping that my black boxer briefs will do enough to conceal just how hard my dick is right now. As I slide my pants off, I glance down, grimacing slightly when I see that the outline of my cock is clearly visible.

I look up and meet Hailey’s pretty brown eyes, which are wide and dancing with firelight. She blinks and looks away, sneaking glances at my chest, at the bulge in my underwear. I set the wet clothes aside and then our eyes meet again.

All the air whooshes out of me as fire licks at my skin. I can see something there in her eyes as she takes me in. Something that looks a hell of a lot like hunger.

I turn away, pulling the large sleeping bag out of my waterproof pack. I busy myself with laying blankets out on the floor in front of the fireplace and arranging the sleeping bag. When I turn back, Hailey’s still staring at me, shifting slightly on the couch.

I stride over and offer her my hand. “Come here, sweet girl,” I say softly, helping her up. Her hand in mine sends a tingle up my arm that I like far too much.

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