Page 6 of My Wild Mountain Man

“Shit! I didn’t mean… fuck!” He lifted his hand like he was going to touch me but stopped mid-air before it dropped to his side. With his hands clenched, he started to walk ahead of me, and I blinked for a moment.

Swear to god, little girl, you’re making it hard for me to not pull you over my knee and spank you.His words replayed in my head, painting an image that made my toes curl inside my shoes.

“Catch up!” he yelled, and it got me moving. Behind him, I watched his body move with grace and ease, making me wonder if he did everything that way.

We didn’t say another word.

Which worked for me since I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts together. His words kept bouncing around in my head.Spank me.Did that mean what I thought it meant? Was he into BDSM? Or was he just trying to be funny and got embarrassed.

Sweat slicked my skin, but I didn’t complain. When my stomach growled, he must have heard it, because Bash stopped and handed me a granola bar from his backpack and an extra water bottle.

Suddenly, all too quickly, we were back at the clearing that headed to the parking area of the trail. He stopped and turned to look at me. The moment our eyes locked, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. So, I did what I was good at and avoided him.

“Thanks for leading the way,” I mumbled with an awkward wave. I walked past him, my focus on anything but his eyes, and hurried straight towards my little blue SUV. I was too flustered by what he had said that I never realized he knew where I’d parked.

And because I didn’t look at him, I didn’t notice he was staring at me with so much longing it would have knocked the wind out of me.

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I wasin the back office, staring at the Excel spreadsheets, but all I could see was Raven and her wide eyes filled with intrigue after I threatened to pull her up over my knee.

“Fuck!” I cursed, scrubbing my face. She had been watching me while I swam naked in the creek. I’d felt her gaze like a touch from afar. “Fucking hell,” I repeated, shutting my eyes as I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling.

“Do I want to know what your problem is?” Austin asked. I shook my head.

“You really don’t,” I grunted.

“Please don’t tell me this has to do with someone’s little sister,” he whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

“Shut up, Austin.”

“No, I’m serious, Bash. Onyx will lose his shit if he finds out you’re trying to seduce––”

“Seduce!” I hissed. “I’m not seducing anyone! I didn’t do anything. Not really.” Keep telling yourself that, and maybe you’ll believe it,a little voice in my head mumbled. I’d threatened to spank her, and my innocent pretty girl looked intrigued by it. “I found her on the trail by the waterfall.”

“You found her…”

“She was reading and got turned around. I helped her back to her car,” I explained. Never mind the fact that I was out there because I knew it was her day off and she usually liked going for a hike.

“And that’s it?” he asked, clearly suspicious.

“Yup.” I nodded, glancing at him from over my shoulder, omitting the fact I had been fighting tooth and nail from stopping myself from kissing her.

“Good. So, we going to Sugarloaf to do a little bar hopping?” he asked. The offer was there, clear as day. He’d be my wingman. I could hook up with some random woman, and in his head, that would fix the situation. Reality was, just the thought made my dick want to curl up on itself.

“I don’t think so, man.” I shook my head. “But how about a beer at The Clover?” Austin shot me a look like it was most definitely not his first choice, but it would do.

“Fine. Better than nothing. Meet you there about nine?” he asked.

“Sounds good.”

He walked out of my small office space, and I continued to stare at the screen in front of me. The Clover was a biker bar just on the outskirts of town. It was a hole-in-the-wall spot, but they had great food and ice-cold beer. And more importantly, from what I knew, the Trejo girls didn’t go there.

The rest of the day went by in a blur.

My mind was too busy and mucked up with thoughts of Raven and how damn cute she looked out there on the trail. The way she’d been watching me skinny dip. How prettily she blushed for me, and the perfect way her hand had fit into mine.

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