Page 13 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
She was going to be okay, and the protector in me started raging a battle with the sexual animal in me. I felt my cock stir and kept my back to her. That’s the last thing that she needed to see. A stranger in a one-piece wool suit with a raging fucking hard-on.
When she asked about her clothes I could hear the tears in her voice. I wished that I could turn around and explain everything to her, but because of the state of my pants, I pretended like I was fully engrossed in making a pot of tea. I kept my back to her and explained why she was naked and that I had laid out some dry clothes for her in the bedroom. She started to panic about her friends and asked to leave. I wished that I could take her. Get her out of my cabin right away – the sooner the better. But she was going to be stuck here until the weather eased up. Once she grasped what had happened, and that she and her friends were all going to be okay she seemed to calm down. She also seemed to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to murder her.
She fell silent and I realized that I had eschewed all politeness to try to calm down my erection.
“I’m sorry. What’s your name?” I asked. “And do you like camomile tea?”
“I’m Lucy. And yes,” she said. I kept my back to her.
“Why don’t you get on some warm clothes and come and sit by the fire with some tea,” I suggested, taking a deep breath. Not looking at her was helping the – um – situation.
She disappeared into the bedroom and I let out a deep breath.
Like the situation in my pants, having a gorgeous woman like that so close to me was going to be hard. Very hard.
Chapter 11 – Lucy
His clothes smelled like cedar and musk, so different from Lawrence’s expensive cologne. I pulled the drawstring cord on the sweatpants in as tight as it could go. The bottom of the pants bunched around my ankles, pressing against the wool socks on my feet. I’m not a short girl, but I swam in his clothes, I peered around the corner at the man. He had to be at least 6’4”.
My hands and feet had felt tingly since I gained consciousness, and with his warm clothes, I felt like I was swathed in a protective blanket.
I walked over to the fireplace and held my hands out in its warmth. The lab, Chopper, leaned against my legs and started wagging his tail so aggressively I was swaying with him to its rhythm.
“Well, you’re a happy guy,” I couldn’t help but smile at the carefree pooch.
“Happy? What?” the man said, not realizing that I had been having a conversation with his dog.
I cleared my throat, “I was talking to your dog here,” I said, a touch embarrassed.
Mick smiled. “He’s got two moods – happy and happier.”
“Must be nice,” I mused.
Mick passed me a cup of tea and I sat down in the massive log chair by the fire. He sat in the opposing chair and set his cup down on the side table.
“He’s got life figured out,” Mick responded.
Chopper looked at me, then at Mick as if he knew that we were talking about him. He set his chin down on my leg and gazed up at me. My heart melted. Lawrence wasn’t an animal person. When we went for walks around campus I would always stop to pet dogs passing by and Lawrence always stood back. I think that he was afraid they were going to jump up on him and ruin his clothes.
I took a sip of the tea and stretched my legs onto the ottoman.
“Do you need a blanket?” Mick asked.
“No. Thank you. This is perfect,” I replied.
“Are you sure? I can get you one,” Mick said, standing up.
“I’m fine. I’m actually feeling a bit warm.” Along with the tingling sensation, the warmth had started to creep through my body. Mick eased back into the leather club chair and picked up his pottery mug of tea.
“Where were you ladies going?” Mick asked.
“We were headed to the Crystalid spa for a, um, a girls’ weekend.” I don’t know why I lied. I mean, I didn’t exactly lie, it was a girls’ weekend. I just omitted the part about it being my bachelorette party.
“Who was driving? Mario Andretti?”
“Who?” I asked.
Mick laughed. “He’s an Indy car driver. I’ve never seen anyone so far off the road before.”
