Page 3 of Bossy Mountain Man

My mind drifts to the woman in the room next door, and my palms begin to itch thinking about her wide hips, full breasts, and tiny waist. She reminds me of one of those old-time pinup girls tempting men to do their bidding.

I shake my head, trying to remember why I called my brother in the first place, but the only thing rattling around in my brain is all her glorious wet skin.

Having my daily routine interrupted by a naked woman pleasuring herself in my shower is not something I was expecting when I came home for lunch to my quiet house and boring cold meat sandwich.

My cock twitches in my pants reminding me of her panties resting so close to it stuffed in my front pocket. What in the hell was I thinking, shoving them in there when she caught me red-handed holding them up for inspection?

In my defense, when I opened my bedroom door to the sound of water and a feminine voice crying out in ecstasy from my bathroom, my brain short-circuited. When my eyes landed on apair of white lace panties carelessly tossed on my bedroom floor, my primal instinct took over.

I’m not sure what compelled me to pick up that tiny scrap of lace, but I swear I wanted to bring it to my nose and inhale the sweet scent I knew I would find there. The little willpower I had saved me from something more embarrassing than I ever thought possible. I might be a thirty-year-old virgin, but I don’t need my little squatter to think I’m some pervert who goes around sniffing strangers' panties.

Squatter.

I’ve never really given that word a second thought until today. Now that I’ve seen her pretty little pussy all I can picture is it smashed against my face as she rides my beard, feeding me her cream as I lap it up with my tongue.

Unconsciously, my free hand shifts to my front pocket to the tiny strip of fabric burning a hole in my jeans. One little sniff won’t hurt anything.

The dirty thought almost takes over until I remember I’m in the middle of a conversation with my brother. “I'll be a little late today. I have a squatter claiming she rented my cabin for the next month."

"She? How hard can it be to get rid of a girl?

"She's hardly a girl. She's all woman." I clear my throat. I don’t want my brother all up in my business about a woman I’ll neversee again after today. "I mean, she claims to have a confirmation text, which she said she'll show me after she gets dressed."

"Wait, you have a naked woman claiming she rented your cabin for the next month. You're pulling my leg, right?"

"No, I'm not joking. I came home to grab lunch and heard water running in my bathroom. It shut off as soon as I walked into the bedroom, but before I knew what was happening, a gorgeous naked woman walked out of my bathroom, glaring daggers at me." I leave out the sound of her moaning, and the damning piece of evidence in my pocket.

"You poor thing." He chuckles. "What are you going to do with her?"

"I don't know. I threatened to haul her over my shoulder and out of my house if she didn't leave on her own. So, I don't expect she'll want to stay after that.”

"Alright, if you say so. But maybe you should take the whole day off just in case."

Fortunately, Wyatt and I own a logging company. As owners, we can come and go as we please. We both enjoy being outdoors with the lumberjacks we employ, cutting down mature trees only to replace them with young ones to maintain the circle of life in the mountains.

"Maybe." I need to settle this issue and send my unwanted guest back to whatever city she came from because she definitely has city girl written all over her. "I'll talk to you later, Wyatt."

"See you later. And good luck."

I grind my teeth at his sarcastic tone as it digs into my last nerve. My curvy squatter has me tied up in knots as it is, and I’ve only known about her for ten minutes.

“Hey, sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. My name’s Selena, by the way.”

I spin around at the sound of her sultry voice. My jaw drops as I take in the sight before me. Her long hair curls wildly around her shoulders, still damp from the shower.

But that’s not what has my jaw dropping—it’s what she’s wearing: one of my flannel shirts. And damn if she doesn’t look good in it.

It’s a bit too long for her, falling below her knees, but it fits snugly around her wide hips. It must be too tight in the chest since she has it unbuttoned so far that I can see the deep valley between her breasts and the swells of her creamy skin, prompting me to take a step closer to her.

“I’m...ah...Shaw." I finally spit out, surprised that I could even string those few words together, my eyes glued to the Goddess in flannel.

“Sorry. I hope you don’t mind.” She runs her hands down the front of my flannel shirt she’s wearing, pressing it tighter against her lush curves. “But you seemed to be in a hurry to settle this ugly trespassing dispute. I threw on the first thing I saw. I didn’t even take time to get anything out of my suitcase.” Her unspokenthoughts about her lack of undergarments linger heavily in the air.

My hand instinctively grazes the small lump of fabric still tucked in my front pocket, drawing her gaze to it. There’s no way in hell I’m giving these back. I’m going to need something to jerkoff into once she realizes she’s in the wrong about renting the cabin and hightails it out of her as fast as she can, leaving me with only the memories of her perfection.

Just the thought of wrapping her lace panties around my dick as I thrust into my hand imagining it’s her tight little pussy has me rock hard and ready to bust a nut. Needing to place some distance between us before my body gives in to the craving, I step behind the kitchen island, hoping to cover my obvious lust for Selena.

Selena, a beautiful name that matches her lovely face and gorgeous body.

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