Page 24 of Restored By the Mountain Man
I don’t remember fallingasleep. A comforting weight rests at my back. Instinct has me reaching my hand over and taking the hand touching my shoulder, bringing it around to my chest and settling back in.
Those soft, long fingers push between mine, interlocking our hands. My thumb runs over her skin, her knee gently pushing between my legs. This dream feels hazy, intimate, peaceful. Her head nudges the back of my neck as she releases a quiet hum of pleasure.
Turning my head back, her nose brushes mine. Her quiet breaths puff, exhaling, then the slightest brush of soft, full lips.
Two sharp raps on the RV door harshly snap me out of this dream.
I jolt, wide awake and quickly realize…I wasn’t dreaming.
Zoe gasps, tightening her hold on me as sleep quickly fades and we both notice the compromising position we’re in.
“Good morning,” Francisco’s voice calls cheerfully from behind the RV door. “Hadn’t seen either of you yet so making sure you’re awake. Veronica says, breakfast in thirty. Get your butts ready,” he laughs. “See you soon.”
We’re both frozen, waiting for Francisco’s departure. Moving painstakingly slow, we untangle and move to opposite ends of the end.
“Um. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize,” she begins and her raspy morning voice has my already hardened dick twitching.
“It’s fine,” I briskly reply, needing to get the fuck out of there. “I’m gonna head in to shower, if that’s okay?”
Her long, dark brown hair is a beautiful mess around her face, her bare makeupless face is fresh, youthful. Her cheeks are flushed and when she licks her lips, that’s the last I can take. I refuse to spill my seed in front of her like a damn teenager with wet dreams.
She doesn’t answer fast enough so I grab my duffle bag, keeping it in front to cover my dick, and rush out to the main house for a scorching hot shower. Fuck a cold one. I want to feel the burn on my skin.
Breakfast is a test of will as I refrain from grunting answers at Veronica and Francisco who are eager to house us and they’ve been nothing but above and beyond welcoming. They remind me of my parents.
Another papercut to add to the sting throughout today. I keep my distance from Zoe. She attempts small talk. When that fails, she puts on her professional mask and talks business. This is why this shit is unacceptable.
Here I am, participating in a monumental business merging opportunity, and everything Francisco says or shows us is going over my head. I nod a lot. I appear contemplative. But, in reality, the feel of her body wrapped around my back this morning is torturing me. Because I loved it. She felt amazing. She felt…right.
And that’s the biggest mindfuck, if there ever was one.
Thankfully, as the day goes on, the bane of my current existence proves to be damn brilliant at what she does and takes over a lot of the business conversations. She presents what she prepared, examines the grain supply, and talks distribution and delivery with Francisco and his team. I watch, half taking it in.
During lunch, I disappear, needing a moment alone. I answer Nash’s texts with updates on the business side of the trip until the conversation turns to Zoe.
NASH: How’s Zoe fairing at the farm?
Groaning, I don’t answer back. I head to the nearest river and sit for a while before another buzz comes in. Rolling my eyes, I already know it’s him.
NASH: Ah. Gotcha. Read ya loud and clear. Try not to Ghost her. You are her ride back, you know?
Asshole. Hilarious pun, big brother.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. That deep in your bones, your soul, tired. I eat dinner in a daze, ignoring the shifting eyes questioning my mood. Before everyone is finished, I get up, taking my plate to the kitchen.
“Francisco, Veronica. This has been a wonderful experience. Before Ms. Diaz and I head out in the morning, are you available to meet? Just you and me?” I ask.
“Of course, mijo. We’ll take coffee canisters and sit by the lake, make a decision,” he looks to Veronica, his wife.
“I’ll send you boys with breakfast sandwiches and spiced trail mix,” she smiles.
That actually sounds perfect.
“Thank you. If you’ll excuse me. Sleep came and went last night.” Veronica’s concern has her about to say something but I quickly assure her. “The sleep accommodations are perfect. Nothing to do with that. But if you all would be okay with it, I’m going to turn in early. I’m used to being up before the sun anyway.”
Zoe’s stare feels like a thick weight but I ignore it, keeping my eyes on the older couple.
“Of course, mijo,” Francisco stands. “Zoe, you and Veronica should head out and check out some of the festival preparations. I’m going to walk Ezra over to the RV.”
