Page 13 of Saved By The Mountain Man

“Take a moment,” he whispered, placing tiny kisses along my thighs, his beard making me grin.

“What are you going to do?”

I closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow of it all, my body more relaxed than it had ever been before.

“Go in for round two.”

My eyes shot open, and I looked down at him, the smirk plain as day letting me know he wasn’t releasing me anytime soon and I was his mercy, regardless of whether I wanted to be or not.

Chapter 5

***** Demon *****

Twenty-four hours later, and I could still taste her. Not that I ever wanted to stop. But damn it, after round two came round three. Then I let her finally rest, only to wake her up again, six hours later, with round four. She hated me, because she wanted to return the favor, but she was in no position either.

Not that I didn’t want her, I very much did.

But she needed true rest. A break from her mind running wild. Because though she didn’t have nightmares, she still stirred a lot throughout the night, and it told more than enough.

That woman had far too much going on and she needed a safe haven.

Was I that?

I wasn’t sure.

I had my own problems and demons, but I could also say, with her around, they didn’t seem to be as big.

Because like I calmed her, she had the same effect on me.

Which was something new. Something I didn’t see then.

No, that wasn’t entirely true. I saw it, I just didn’t know how to define it.

“Are you going to stay outside all day?”

I turned my head to look at her and nearly lost my breath. Why was this woman so damn beautiful to me?

And in my shirt, I could gobble her up all over again.

But that was a dangerous road, one that would lead me right over a cliff and to my death. Because no matter what, this woman was still off limits to me, even if her dad never found out.

“Not all day. But it’s a beautiful afternoon. Sit down.”

I watched as she gingerly walked over to the seat. She was still limping, but the pain in her ankle had gone down and she was moving a bit more. The night she fell, it was almost impossible for her to put any weight on it at all.

“It’s serene,” she whispered, as if speaking would break the spell that nature had cast.

It wouldn’t.

I’ve done my fair share of yelling, cussing, and drunk spewing to know it was still the same peaceful place as always.

“It is. When I needed to heal a few years ago, this was ideal. No one bothered me. Sure, they checked up on me, made sure I was alive, changed whatever dressings I needed, but they also let me be.

“Josh Monroe was the older gentleman who found me that night. They didn’t hide my body far enough away that I couldn’t somehow walk somewhere. Sure, I almost didn’t make it. But Josh brought me here.”

“What happened?”

“He passed away two years ago. He was a chronic smoker, so lung cancer did him in. He helped me with the bike too. He was always impressed with my knowledge of bikes.”

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