Page 66 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
I know I’ve said the easy part.
The hardest bit is still to come.
“And now I have a confession to make.”
I stop, swallow hard. This isn’t easy. But it has to be done. I can already picture her reaction—her hand slapping my face, her storming out of the shed, door slamming behind her. Maybe she’d even tell the others what I’m about to say. The thought makes me cringe inside. But still, I have to tell her.
“The night before last, I was outside, just making sure everything was put away, same as always. Well… I walked past your room.” I pause, searching for the words. My throat feels dry as sawdust. Luna is frozen on her stool, her big eyes fixed on me.
“Go on,” she half speaks, half whispers.
“Well, I heard noises, so I… and I know this was wrong of me… I went over to the window and looked in.”
“Uh huh.”
“Yes. I know that was a terrible thing to do. But you see, Luna—what I haven’t told you is that despite our differences of opinion, as a woman, I find you… well… I think I’ve kinda fallen for you. I mean, I know we’re opposites. You’re tiny, delicate, and feminine. I’m huge, clumsy, rough around the edges. I figured you could never look at me that way. But that didn’t stop me… from wanting you.”
The words drag out of me, heavy as lead.
“So then I looked in through the window and I saw the three of you together—you, Jack, and Toby—and first I was angry, and then I was jealous as hell, and I…”
I’ve reached the hardest part. But not saying it is devouring me alive.
“I went back to my room and I… masturbated.” My eyes drop to the bench. I can’t look at her.
“And afterwards, I felt guilty. Very guilty. I’ve never done anything like that before. The irony is that a day or so earlier, you’d accused me of being a peeping Tom—and I was furious with you. Turns out that two days later, that’s exactly what I was. I’ve felt sick with it ever since.
“So you see, I had to confess. I had to ask if you’ll forgive me, because keeping it inside is tearing me up.”
I close my eyes, bracing for the explosion. Dreading her anger. God knows what she’ll call me now.
Instead, I feel something soft brush my cheek—a fingertip, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was there.
I open my eyes. She’s looking at me with… compassion.
Her small hand strokes my face, tender and careful.
“You poor boy,” she whispers, her voice low and warm. “Out here in the wilderness all this time. Seems to me you deserveas much love as the rest of us. You’ve been loyal—to your friends, to your company—but I’m not sure anyone’s ever really appreciated you. Not properly. What you need, Luke, is some love.”
And then I freeze as she rises from her stool and moves to sit in my lap. Her weight is nothing, just as I remembered from carrying her down the mountainside a few days ago. She’s light as a bird, soft as a dream.
I open my mouth to speak, but she presses one small finger to my lips.
“Shush,” she says. “I want this. And you’ve told me you want it too. So…”
She leans in, and the world drops away when her delicate lips brush mine.
They say the first kiss is the best. At the touch of her mouth, my whole body melts. I’m undone. All I can do is give myself up to the warmth and softness of her, to the way she nestles against me. Her hands bury into my hair, pulling me down harder into her kiss, lips parting to let her tongue flick against mine.
My hands move of their own accord. The sweet curve of her neck, the dip of her shoulder blades, the gentle firmness of her breasts. I kiss, I nibble, I taste her skin. I tease her nipple with my tongue, and her body jolts against mine like she’s been struck with lightning. Her hips grind into my lap, and I groan.
“Let’s get undressed,” she whispers.
We strip quickly, clothes tumbling to the floor until we’re standing bare before each other. My breath catches at the sight of her—slim and strong, with soft curves, round hips, delicate breasts. But it’s the trust in her eyes, the softness of her smile, that undoes me completely.
Gently, I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, kissing my neck and chest as I hold her. My cock is thick, heavy, aching. She reaches down to guide me, and I feel myself press againsther slick heat. Her folds part, and I push in just a little. She gasps.
I know I’m big, and she’s small. I vow to let her set the pace. Inch by inch, she lowers herself onto me, her tight heat gripping me like a velvet fist. My whole body tenses with the effort not to lose it right there.
