Page 9 of My Mountain Man Valentine
She nods stoically and pulls her top down over the top of her leggings, but not before I catch a glimpse of black lace hugging the side of her hip. A delicate red bow is tied to a thin strip of the delicate lace, giving her panties a sexy look.
My mind races, thinking about where that tiny strap leads to and if there are any more sexy bows on the prim schoolteacher’s panties.
My breath hitches, and I crouch down so she doesn’t see the stirring in my pants.
Focus, numb nuts.
It’s obviously been far too long since I saw female underwear, and now the first glimpse of her panties has my cock as hard as the chair leg I’m gripping onto.
But black lace with red bows, I was not expecting that. If it was something sensible like cotton panties, I’m sure I wouldn’t be behaving like a lustful teenager. But black lace and a red bow, that’s sexy. It makes me wonder what else this prim schoolteacher is hiding.
“Is it looking okay?” Her voice brings me out of my fantasy and I concentrate on the foot, pretending to examine it when all I can think about is that tiny red bow and whether there’s a matching one on the front of her panties.
I swallow and run my hand over her ankle. Lucy shivers at my touch, and that pulls me back to reality. The woman’s in pain. She doesn’t need me having indecent thoughts about her.
“We’ll get these wet things off, then I’ll make you more comfortable.”
Lucy managed to get her leggings halfway down her legs, and I hook my thumbs over the waistband. Her skin is coolunderneath, and it pimples as I slide the leggings down her calves.
The skin is soft and smooth, made slick with the rain. I go slowly so as not to bump the ankle, holding her heel in one hand and sliding the fabric over her foot with the other.
Rain clings to her calves, and the faint scent of rain and something musty reaches my nostrils. I long to lick the rain off her and follow my nose to the source of the musty scent, to unwrap the tiny red bows that adorn her panties.
My gaze catches on her swollen ankle and the bruise that’s beginning to show.
Focus.
I grab the first aid kit out of my backpack. Ice would be the best thing to put on it, but I have to make do with what we’ve got.
I scoop arnica cream onto my hands and lift her foot, trying not to look down her leg. I force myself to look up as I apply the cream. Lucy winces and I move slowly, rubbing it in circles over the affected area.
Her face scrunches up in pain, and I say the first thing that comes into my head to distract her. “Did you have any plans for tonight?”
The wince turns to a frown, and she sighs. “Yeah. I did actually.”
That’s when I remember it’s Valentine’s Day. She probably had a date with a boyfriend. That’s why she’s wearing the lace panties with the red bow.
“You had a date?” It comes out as a growl, and I’m overwhelmed by a sudden jealousy.
I grip her foot too tightly, and she sucks in a breath between her teeth. “Ow.”
“Sorry.” I ease up on her foot, but my veins are popping. “You’d better call your boyfriend and let him know where you are. I’ve got signal.” My voice is clipped, and I can’t explain thisfeeling inside of me. It shouldn’t make me angry, the thought of this stranger on a date, but it does.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
I’m far more relieved by her words than I should be, which is unfair. I’ve got no claim on this woman.
“I did have a date though.”
I finish wrapping her foot and tuck the bandage in a little too tight. “A potential boyfriend?”
She sits back in the chair. “Something like that.”
I hate the guy. I don’t know why, but I hate him.
“Did you have a Valentine’s date?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m happily single.”
