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Story: Ferocious Mountain Man
I scanned the area, prepared to spring into gear if I saw anything the slightest bit out of order. No sign of her…or anyone else.
“I’m in here,” she said. “Did you find anything?”
I rounded the tent and knelt in front of the opening, pulling up the flap so I could see inside. But I stopped myself from lifting it farther just as I started to get a glimpse.
She might be scared, but I couldn’t invade her privacy. She could be naked in there.
That brought the bulge back. So much for getting rid of it.
I had only one question. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” she said. “Can you come in, please?”
I’d be excited at the request, but her voice was still shaky and forced. I wanted to wrap my arms around her until she felt safe, but I was in my underwear, and I may or may not have an erection. I was scared to look.
So I knelt and lifted the flap, peering inside. She sat on her sleeping bag, wearing a T-shirt and what looked like nothing else, although she could’ve had short-shorts on. I couldn’t tell, the way her legs were tucked in front of her, arms around them.
Her hair fell in waves around her face. A few tendrils covered her right cheek. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. And I was supposed to be getting my libido under control. Shit.
“You okay in there?” I asked.
My voice sounded strangled too—or maybe it was just my imagination. My throat definitely felt closed up. My heart was pounding. My stomach was doing flip-flops too.
I did not like seeing her like this. In fact, the reaction it brought out of me surprised me. I prided myself on not getting emotionally connected to anyone. Not since childhood. I was a loner in the true sense of the word.
So, what was it about this woman? What was she bringing out in me? I wasn’t sure. It was all so unfamiliar. I was basically a spectator, trying to figure out what was going on inside me. It was as much a mystery to me as it would have been to anyone else.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I just need a few minutes. Maybe you could tuck me in.”
She smiled, but it was a tentative smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Yeah, she was seriously spooked.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
She hesitated, then finally said, “Do you think it’ll come back?”
“What?”
“The raccoon or squirrel or whatever it is.”
“It might, but I don’t think it’ll hurt you.” I looked down. “I’m in my underwear.”
The bulge wasn’t all that noticeable from this angle. Hopefully, things had calmed down enough that she wouldn’t think I was some sort of pervert if she noticed it.
“That’s fine,” she said. “I guess I woke you up. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Should I have given that away? I’d just admitted that she had me tossing and turning.
No, she wouldn’t make that connection. Still, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it. The last thing I’d want was for a woman to know she was getting to me—even if she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Yeah, I was having a tough time sleeping too,” she said. “It’s almost like we did a thirty-minute round of cardio before saying goodnight.”
Fuck. Was this woman deliberately trying to do this to me?
I ducked my head and pushed my way through the tent opening. Now I was in an awkward crouch, trying to figure out how to position myself in a structure that wasn’t nearly big enough to accommodate my six-foot-five frame.
So I plopped down on the ground, feet in front of me, knees bent, and tried not to think about what kind of cardio we could have done that would’ve kept us up all night. It wasn’t the kind that involved erecting a tent. No, it was another kind of cardio, and it brought a different type of erection.
“I’m in here,” she said. “Did you find anything?”
I rounded the tent and knelt in front of the opening, pulling up the flap so I could see inside. But I stopped myself from lifting it farther just as I started to get a glimpse.
She might be scared, but I couldn’t invade her privacy. She could be naked in there.
That brought the bulge back. So much for getting rid of it.
I had only one question. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” she said. “Can you come in, please?”
I’d be excited at the request, but her voice was still shaky and forced. I wanted to wrap my arms around her until she felt safe, but I was in my underwear, and I may or may not have an erection. I was scared to look.
So I knelt and lifted the flap, peering inside. She sat on her sleeping bag, wearing a T-shirt and what looked like nothing else, although she could’ve had short-shorts on. I couldn’t tell, the way her legs were tucked in front of her, arms around them.
Her hair fell in waves around her face. A few tendrils covered her right cheek. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. And I was supposed to be getting my libido under control. Shit.
“You okay in there?” I asked.
My voice sounded strangled too—or maybe it was just my imagination. My throat definitely felt closed up. My heart was pounding. My stomach was doing flip-flops too.
I did not like seeing her like this. In fact, the reaction it brought out of me surprised me. I prided myself on not getting emotionally connected to anyone. Not since childhood. I was a loner in the true sense of the word.
So, what was it about this woman? What was she bringing out in me? I wasn’t sure. It was all so unfamiliar. I was basically a spectator, trying to figure out what was going on inside me. It was as much a mystery to me as it would have been to anyone else.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I just need a few minutes. Maybe you could tuck me in.”
She smiled, but it was a tentative smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Yeah, she was seriously spooked.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
She hesitated, then finally said, “Do you think it’ll come back?”
“What?”
“The raccoon or squirrel or whatever it is.”
“It might, but I don’t think it’ll hurt you.” I looked down. “I’m in my underwear.”
The bulge wasn’t all that noticeable from this angle. Hopefully, things had calmed down enough that she wouldn’t think I was some sort of pervert if she noticed it.
“That’s fine,” she said. “I guess I woke you up. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Should I have given that away? I’d just admitted that she had me tossing and turning.
No, she wouldn’t make that connection. Still, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it. The last thing I’d want was for a woman to know she was getting to me—even if she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Yeah, I was having a tough time sleeping too,” she said. “It’s almost like we did a thirty-minute round of cardio before saying goodnight.”
Fuck. Was this woman deliberately trying to do this to me?
I ducked my head and pushed my way through the tent opening. Now I was in an awkward crouch, trying to figure out how to position myself in a structure that wasn’t nearly big enough to accommodate my six-foot-five frame.
So I plopped down on the ground, feet in front of me, knees bent, and tried not to think about what kind of cardio we could have done that would’ve kept us up all night. It wasn’t the kind that involved erecting a tent. No, it was another kind of cardio, and it brought a different type of erection.