Page 28 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
Chapter 20 – Mick
“I don’t want you to leave me.”
I knew that she couldn’t hear me over the growl of the snowmobile, but it felt good just to get the words out. I didn’t want her to stay so I could get her naked and into my bed. I wanted her to stay because I liked the way I felt when I was with her. Could it be that the cure for my sex addiction came in the form of a hypothermic virgin?
I took it easy as we traveled from the alpine into the trees. I had been monitoring the avalanche forecast on an hourly basis, watching all of the changes. Now, the avalanche risk was at high, one grade down from extreme, so I still had to choose our terrain and path wisely. Even though I enjoyed her company, I didn’t want to have to dig her out of the snow again – or rely on her to dig me out. She understood the avalanche beacon, but I knew firsthand how calm, rational, and smart people can panic in a life or death scenario like an avalanche. I chose the flattest, safest route to the treeline and breathed a sigh of relief once we were out of the exposed terrain. The woods provided us with a little more protection, the trees helped to minimize the storm slabs and offered a bit of stability to the snow. We were by no means ‘safe’, and I was still on high alert watching for changing conditions as the sun rose higher into the sky.
To my surprise, she only got the sled stuck once, I really thought that I was going to spend the majority of our trip digging her out. I knew that it would’ve been faster to clear off the helicopter, but the trip would’ve been too fast, and I wasn’t quite ready to let Lucy out of my sight just yet. I know that it was selfish, but aside from walking or snowshoeing to town, the snowmobiles were going to offer me the most amount of time with her.
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The Crystalid Spa was on the trail system and we pulled up to the expansive building just after three p.m. The concierge met us at the trailhead and helped Lucy off her snowmobile.
“Mr. Brady, great to see you,” he said, shaking Mick’s hand.
“Great to see you too, Roger. Man, that was some storm, wasn’t it?” Mick replied, removing his helmet.
“That is was, Sir. I believe it has set some ten-year records for accumulation in the valley.” The concierge was an older man who looked like he had seen his fair share of storms.
I’m dropping Miss McKennit off here. She’s joining a party of her friends. I also radioed ahead to have medics here to check her over. She fell victim to hypothermia two days ago, and I’d like her checked over thoroughly.”
“Yes, Mr. Brady. The medics arrived about a half an hour ago.”
“LUCY!”
I heard a high-pitched voice squeal through the lobby and turned to see a blonde girl bounding towards us. She gripped Lucy in a bear hug and I couldn’t help but notice that Lucy didn’t reciprocate the enthusiasm. “Oh. My. God. Are you like, ok? We were so worried. And then they told us that you were trapped with some hermit.”
The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw me. She gasped, “I mean, I didn’t say hermit, that’s what somebody else said.”
It wasn’t the first time that I had been referred to as a hermit, and I actually took it as a compliment.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and a cold shiver passed through my body. I looked past Lucy and her friend to see a young man watching the scene in front of him, but he wasn’t staring at Lucy, he was staring at me. He was clean-cut, like an Abercrombie model, wearing an expensive looking shirt with the collar popped, and totally inappropriate suede driving shoes.
He walked toward us with purpose and that’s when Lucy finally saw him.
“Lawrence,” she said.
“Lucy, I’m so glad that you are okay. I got here as fast as I could once I heard the news.”
Lucy turned to face me and smiled meekly like she didn’t want me to see her interact with her fiancé. I didn’t want to see it either, so I turned and walked away as Lawrence embraced my Lucy.
Roger handed me my helmet. I should’ve said goodbye to Lucy, but the feelings that I had for her would’ve betrayed me, would’ve betrayed us and what we had shared in some way – and I wouldn’t do that to her.
“Wait.” I heard a voice call out. It wasn’t Lucy. “You. Wait up.”
Lawrence had followed me out of the lodge. So much for a tender reunion between young lovers.
I turned to face him. We were of equal height and I was surprised when Lawrence got right in my face and gripped my forearm.
“Did you fuck her?” he seethed.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, old man. Did you fuck her?”
“Take your fucking hand off my arm before I take it off for you,” I growled.
“Whoa, whoa. Just a question bro,” Lawrence took a step back, his palms up in front of him.
