Page 19 of My Mountain Man Grump
“Not necessarily. I came for an adventure, Cole.” She takes my hand and puts it back between her legs. My fingers twitch involuntarily at the sticky sweet flesh I find there. “Give me an adventure.”
Her voice is breathy, and I’m trying really hard toresist. Then she brings a finger up and trails it over her breast. I watch, mesmerized as she takes a hard nipple between her fingers and tugs. She gasps at the pleasure she’s giving herself, and my dick twitches.
“It’s my choice, Cole.” Her hand slides down her body and then over to mine. She pulls at my zipper, and my dick slips out and into her soft palm.
Carrie gasps and sits up to use both hands. I’m big and I’m rough, and there’s no way I’m taking this woman’s virginity. Carrie deserves better than that. She deserves to be with a man who loves her, not one who wants a quick fumble.
I won’t sleep with her, but there’s no reason we can’t give each other a little relief. I’m aching to pleasure her, to watch her come undone under my touch.
So I lay next to her, and while Carrie tugs inexpertly on my cock, I roll my palm over her pussy.
She moans at every touch, and when I find her sensitive nub, she loses it completely. Her cries carry over the yard and up to the starlit sky, turning into a whimper when I slide two fingers inside and press hard against her clit.
Her hands tug at me wildly, and she rolls me against her thigh as another orgasm racks her body. Her body shimmers as the climax crashes through her, and her grip on me tightens. Then she’s pulling hard at my aching cock, giving me all her attention. I grab her breasts with one hand while rolling slow circles over her clit with my other.
This time when she peaks I climb with her, and wefall over the edge together. My seed spills out in thick ropes over her belly, reaching the glorious peaks of her breasts.
We lie together for a long time afterward, watching the stars and basking in the warm afterglow of release until finally Carrie stands up and slides her dress back on.
I help her pull grass out of her hair and then watch her go down the yard and to her cabin. The warm feeling is replaced by something cold and bereft.
10
CARRIE
Watching Cole’s muscles ripple under his tight shirt as he masterfully maneuvers the horse along the trail almost makes up for the chaffing thighs. Almost.
“Are my thighs meant to be this sore?”
I adjust my position in the saddle, but there’s no relief.
When Cole knocked on my cabin door this morning and told me he was taking me horse riding, I thought he was joking. But here we are. You can’t come to Montana without getting on a horse, he told me.
I didn’t know he had horses. They’re in a field at the bottom of Joyce’s cabin.
So not everything is the same on this mountain as Wild Heart Mountain. We don’t ride horses and wear wide-rimmed cowboy hats, which is what Cole has on today, and it makes him even sexier somehow.
My thoughts drift to last night and what we did underthe stars. My body heats thinking about it. It’s the furthest I’ve ever been with a man. Strange how it’s Cole I trust with my body, the internet stranger who wasn’t real.
But the way he strummed my most sensitive parts had me purring like a kitten, and I liked it. It makes me wonder what else he could do to my body. I came here looking for an adventure, and losing my virginity to Cole could be it.
The thought makes my aching thighs tingle, and for a moment it lessens the pain. Then the horse sidesteps along the path and I’m jolted in the saddle.
The trail opens up to a wide valley with long grass on either side of the trail and the mountains looming all around us. Cole turns his horse off the trail and heads toward a copse of trees. As we get closer, the sound of running water reaches my ears.
He pulls up next to a river where a stoney bank meets the long grass.
“This is a good spot for lunch.”
He slides off the horse with competence and grace, and I try to follow his example but end up with one leg caught in the stirrup.
Cole unhooks my leg and helps me down, and heat skitters up my body as he lifts me to the ground.
“Thank you,” I murmur as his hands slide to my waist. We haven’t spoken about last night, but from the look he gives me now, his eyes blazing, I know he enjoyed it as much as I did.
My horse, Pinky, named by Olivia, snorts andstamps its foot, and I move away instinctively. I’ve never been around large animals much, and they frighten me a bit.
Cole catches her reins and leads her to a tree. He ties the reins over the branch next to Stomper, his horse, and they bow their heads to munch on the grass.
