Page 47 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
Lawrence cracked one eye open warily to stare at Mick.
“You’re not worth it,” Mick growled and shoved Lawrence back to the ground. He immediately turned onto his hands and knees to spit blood out onto the manicured lawn.
Mick turned to walk away and then Lawrence started to laugh quietly, the laughing grew in intensity to the cackle I had heard earlier. Mick spun around and kicked Lawrence squarely in the ribs.
“Oof,” Lawrence grunted, falling to his side, writhing in pain. “I thought you said I wasn’t worth it,” he managed to choke out.
“You’re not worth my fists, but my boots, that’s another story.”
“You’re done in this town,” Lawrence stuttered falling in an attempt to rise to his feet, the front of his pants stained green from the grass.
This time it was Mick’s turn to scoff. “Pretty soon the whole world is going to know about your boy’s club. That’s not going to look good for the family name, is it?”
“You wouldn’t,” Lawrence stammered, still on his knees, looking like a downtown panhandler. “We stick together.”
“We? That’s funny, Larry. You know that I don’t bow to anyone in this town. I own this town.”
Mick turned and squatted down beside me, his powerful thighs pressing against his jeans, “Can you stand?” he asked, offering me his hand.
“I will try,” I said. I pressed into the ground and drew onto one knee. I successfully stood on my good ankle, but when I tried to put weight on the other one, a flash of white light, like a million paparazzo flashes, blinded me and I almost dropped to the ground in pain. Mick swept my legs up from underneath me into a honeymoon-style carry and strode off across the lawn.
“You’ll hear from me!” Lawrence’s voice cracked as he shouted at us.
“No, we won’t,” Mick said gruffly, looking straight ahead.
Mick carried me along the granite pathway, the carriage style lanterns illuminating the drizzle as it formed drops in the hair at the nape of his neck, his beard, and eyelashes. I rested my head against his chest and could hear his heart pounding through his flannel shirt.
“I love you,” I murmured into his chest without thinking.
“I love you too, Lucy,” he replied, then he kissed the top of my head, his lips jump-starting a surge of adrenaline that jolted from the crown of my head right to my baby toes and then back to my belly. The feeling of being in Mick’s arms superseded the pain in my ankle. The longing to be closer to him, to feel his skin against mine, was more powerful than the throbbing physical pain. I shifted in his arms, rubbed my thighs against each other, trying to get even closer to him. Hell, if I could’ve crawled inside that man at that moment, I would’ve.
I had never felt the raw desire to have Lawrence inside me. I hoped that waiting until marriage would allow that desire to grow. I hadn’t set out to be a college junior and a virgin, it had just kind of happened. When I met Lawrence, he was so supportive of the fact that I was a virgin, and now I get why.
I knew then that I wanted to be in Mick’s bed, I wanted to taste the salt on his skin, I wanted to feel him inside of me. I didn’t care who he was. Poor hermit be damned. I wanted Mick. It wasn’t the traumatic experience talking. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make love to someone. Screw that, I wanted Mick to fuck me. I wanted him to throw me down in the back of his pickup truck, I don’t know why, but I just assumed that he would be the pickup truck kind of man, grab me by my hips and fuck me hard.
My head lolled against Mick’s chest as we rounded the corner of the mansion. Mick pressed me tighter to his chest and grasped my entire body with the arm that was under my thighs. I turned to look to see if I had been right about the pickup truck, but Mick reached his other arm to open the door of a – helicopter?
Chapter 30 – Mick
I wanted to steer my helo east to get Lucy as far away from Seattle as possible, but I knew that she needed medical attention. One quick call to my personal doctor had been all it took to have a surgical team at the hospital awaiting our arrival. I’ll be the first to admit that our health care system favors the rich, but when I saw the pain flash in Lucy’s eyes every time she moved, I couldn’t help but be thankful that I had a full medical team at my disposal. Luckily it had been a clean break, no surgery required. She would need a little physiotherapy after the cast was off, but she should be back in action and on the track for spring training, I was going to make sure of it.
Three hours later, after a quick stop at the office to pick up Chopper, we lifted off from the helipad and purred off toward the Cascades. I glanced over at Lucy and my heart surged with empathy. Chopper hadn’t left her side from the moment we picked him up and contentment washed over me like a wave as I watched her languidly stroke his ear while she gazed down at the lights of Seattle.
Was I surprised that she told me that she loved me? Yes. Was I surprised that I said it back? No. I knew from deep within that I loved her, that she had been brought into my life to prove to me that I can love and respect women.Could it have been duress that drove her to say that she loved me? Maybe, but in my heart, I knew that it was true. And the best part? She told me when she thought that I was a broke bushman.
The snow swirled up and danced in the lights as I set the chopper down on the cabin’s landing pad. As the blades slowed, Lucy looked over at me and laughed. She tapped the panel with her hand, “So, this is what was under that big pile of snow.”
“Roger that, beautiful.” I took off my headset and reached over to help Lucy pull hers off.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
I knew what she was asking but didn’t know the right way to respond. To tell her that I wanted her to like me for me, not for the billions of dollars in my offshore bank accounts sounded cliché.
“Why didn’t I tell you what?” I tried to brush it off.
She wasn’t having it.
“Ah, you thought that I was a gold-digger,” she sighed and turned to me.
