Page 163 of Mountain Grump

But then I see Tilda with her finger in her mouth.

The finger she just dragged through my release.

And my balls pulse again.

Chapter 83

Tilda

With Ethan’staste on my tongue and his heaving body standing at the foot of the bed, I smile.

His body twitches as he releases his cock. His super pretty cock.

“That was… wow.” I try to catch my breath, wishing I could take a photo of this moment.

Ethan shirtless, jeans open and shoved down his hips, still-hard cock exposed.

He really is something.

Ethan blinks. Slowly. And I snicker.

“You okay, Ranger?”

He nods and swallows.

I snicker again.

Then a shiver dances across my skin, reminding me I’m even more naked. And no longer clean.

“One second.” Ethan turns toward the door, his shoulders shifting as he adjusts himself back into his jeans.

And before I can stop him, he’s opening the door and walking outside.

“Ethan!” I squeak and scramble up from the bed. “The mountain lion!”

I catch myself on the doorway, not wanting to go outside.

“Stay there,” he calls back as he picks up the second washcloth and pumps clean water onto it.

Clean, freezing water.

Ethan squeezes the cloth, then turns and strides back toward me.

His eyes are locked on my body, not showing any concern for the woods around us.

Then I remember my pajamas are still sitting on a stump.

I hold my hand out for the cloth as he approaches. “Can you grab my clothes too?”

I feel like a giant chicken. I know I’ll have to go outside to get to the outhouse. But I’m not ready yet.

And I won’t do it alone.

I look around at the trees and bite my lip as I use the cloth to clean up the mess Ethan left all over me.

The trees look like the same ones that are on my property. Same ones in the state park.

Same habitat. Same climate.