Page 20 of Christmas Hike With The Mountain Man
A fast flash of frustration crossed his features, then it was gone in an instant. I could have imagined it in the dark shadows of the tent. “Yeah. A quickie. We should definitely do that tomorrow,” he rumbled, sounding distant again.
This man was hot and cold, cold and hot.
I didn’t know how Boone could go from baring his soul to me to closing up completely. But he managed to do it in an instant.
One minute I was basking in the glow of his warmth. In the next I was shivering from his distance.
“Let’s get some sleep, Boone,” I told him as I planted a tiny kiss in his beard.
He’s probably afraid I’m getting attached.
And Iwasgetting attached. But I was also a realist. I knew Boone wasn’t going to get down on one knee and declare his love for me. He was in his forties and single for a reason. Men like him just wanted to dabble.
And as much as I might have wanted more, he was just part of my wild, crazy trip to the Ozarks. It was the trip of a lifetime. The kind I’d remember for decades. I knew I’d rememberhim.
I let myself ponder that while I drifted off to sleep in his arms. Right now, I could pretend that Boone would fall in love with me on this trip, and beg me to stay. Then I’d start a whole new life here on Red Oak Mountain. I could even work for their tour guide business.
Maybe even get better at hiking and come back out on this trail. Make it over the mountain that bested me earlier.
When I was half-asleep and hardly thinking about what I was saying, I whispered, “I want you to take me to Snowflake Canyon. I’ll fly back for that when it’s warmer, Boone.”
It wasn’t my imagination that he hugged me tighter. “I’d like that Katie-Peach. You can come back and see me anytime you want.”
***The next morning, we made love again.
Three more times, to be exact.
We kept saying we needed to get on the trail, but here I was, straddling the sexy mountain man as I bounced on his cock.
He looked like he was in absolute heaven, his eyes watching my breasts with each bounce of my hips, his cock straining to meet me thrust after thrust.
I was so sore from all this hiking and fucking I probably wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week, but I couldn’t stop.
As long as he was willing, I was going to keep pouncing on him.
I was losing myself in this man, and I was happy to stay lost.
Every nerve ending in my body was tingling as I ramped up higher and higher, closing in on another orgasm. I’d gone through the drought, and now I was in a flood of them.
I gripped the sleeping bag underneath us and shut my eyes as I got closer.
He seemed to sense that because he growled out, “Katie, you better come for me now, girl.” Then he put himself on turbocharge, thrusting up into me so hungrily that I couldn’t do anything but ride the wave.
I flew to the highest peaks, crying out as I came, then collapsed down onto his chest as he released his warm come deep inside me.
That was one thing I couldn’t unravel about Boone. He seemed perfectly comfortable risking a pregnancy with me. Not that I was doing anything about it either.
It might have been completely irresponsible of me, but I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant by him. He’d be in my life forever, even if just as the father of my child.
And I was at the age where I’d decided I either needed to have a baby on my own, or make one last effort to find a match.
His calloused fingertips grazed across my skin.
“Katie-Peach, you’re going to ruin me if we keep this up. Can I move to Georgia with you? I’m afraid I’m addicted to you now.”
I laughed at that and rolled off his cock. It was the sweetest thing he could have said.
As I tugged on my pants I told him, “Let’s skip the cave after all. I’m ready for a hot bath and a warm meal.”
