by Sara Hazel
Aidan
*
I lie down beside her, and Elyse rests her head on my chest.
“Wow,” I say. It’s all I say, but I think it conveys my feelings perfectly well.
“Wow is right,” she replies. “I can’t imagine a better first time than that.”
I kiss her forehead and stroke her soft hair.
“Thank you for letting me be your first,” I reply. And I think about the way I said that just now and make sure to add: “I’m going to be your only one too, if I have anything to say about it.”
She sighs heavily. “Aidan, I can’t stay on this mountain forever. Trust me — you’ve got me considering it, but it’s just not realistic.”
“Then I’ll come with you. I know we’ve only known each other for a day, but I’m already in this for life, baby.”
“Wow. That’s—”
“I’m not sorry for how forward I’m being with you, Elyse. When my perfect girl walks up my mountain, there is no way I’m not going to take my shot with her. I came up to this mountain to find peace. After making love to you just once I already know that you’re the one who is going to bring true peace to my life. I know how crazy that sounds, but I don’t care. You can do with it what you will.”
She snuggles closer to me and sighs again. “How is it possible that I could go my entire life wondering if I would ever meet a great guy and then I find one in my grandfather’s former cabin?”
“That’s what I call destiny,” I reply. “I know you don’t believe in it, and that’s fine. But I think you’re gonna see that I’m right about us.”
“I’m just gonna lay here and let myself dream about it for a bit. But in the morning, I really need to check on my car.”
“I’ll take you down there,” I reply.
“Ok, handsome,” she says dreamily. Soon, Elyse falls asleep and I just listen to her breathing. The sound of her breath alone fills me with a sense of wonder and beauty. It’s not the kind of feeling I am used to, but it’s there, anyway. I’ve seen a lot of dark things in my life. But now I’m seeing beauty.
*
The next morning, I wake up first and I kiss her sweet sleeping face till she wakes up too.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful,” I say.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome,” she says.
A few moments later her hand has found its way to my stiff cock. She gives it a squeeze and laughs.
“Wow. Ya know, I think I’d like to go for a ride…”
She climbs on top of me and I admire her soft, curvy body as she straddles me. I set my hands on her hips and watch my cock rest against the thick lips of her sex. She teases me by grabbing my shaft and rubbing my tip all over her slit.
“I really want this inside of me right now,” she says.
“Then I think you should put it inside of you before I flip you onto your back, hold you down, and take you again.”
“Hush, you. I want to show you how wild I can be. Isn’t that what you think of me? That I’m hiding a wild side?”
“I know you’re hiding one.”
“You’re right,” she replies as she lifts herself up. Her hand is still on my shaft as she guides it inside of her.
She moans as she lowers herself all the way to the bottom of my shaft.
She grinds her hips in a circular motion and then bounces up and down with a look of wild abandon on her face. Her mouth hangs open as she moans while riding me. This is exactly the sort of thing I knew she’d enjoy if I could just get her to open up for me.
I tighten my grasp on her sides and take control. I lift her up and down — all the way back up to my tip and then all the way back down. I go as slow as I can for maximum pleasure. She throws her head back and screams.
“I’m at the—perfect angle—right now,” she says between quick breaths.
I slam her down on me and her moans grow louder. The pleasure of having her soft body grind into mine is overwhelming and I'm fighting hard not to orgasm. I growl as I bounce her on me, and she screams her sweet heart out.
“I’m cumming! Oh, wow!” She exclaims.
As I unleash my hot seed into Elyse, I have a vision of her pregnant with my baby. It’s a beautiful vision, and something that really turns me on even more. I continue thrusting upwards as Elyse rides.
Elyse
*
Aidan makes me cum so many times that my head is literally spinning. I’m really going to hate going back to the city, but I know that’s where my life is. I’ve just been through a break-up and I’m not sure if I should really be getting involved with someone new.
But my handsome mountain man wants to go with me.
Part of me wants to shout at the top of my lungs that I want him to come with me. That I think this can work, even though it happened so suddenly.
But the sensible part of me is screaming that it’s all a fantasy and it can’t possibly last.
When I look at him, I am starting to see my destiny — and that’s not at all a thing that I’m used to.
Aidan and I finally climb out of bed and clean up.
“We’d better go check on my car,” I say as I put my coat on and grab my backpack.
We trudge down the road through the heavy snow. At least it has finally stopped. But I’m finding it harder to move, and I fall over from exhaustion. I think Aidan has literally worn me out this morning.
“I can’t go any farther,” I say.
“That’s ok, baby. I’ll carry you,” he says.
Before I can protest, Aidan is picking me up and carrying me down the mountain road. It’s as if I weigh nothing to him. I can’t stop giggling as we finish our journey and reach my car that I left on the side of the road. It is of course buried in snow, but I can see it peeking out. He sets me down and I try to dig it out as best I can but give up after only a few minutes.
“Yeah, ok. This isn’t going to work,” I reply.
“I tried to tell you it would be awhile before you got back down this mountain. You’re stuck with me for now.”
“I no longer think that will be so bad,” I reply.
“Time to go back to the cabin,” he says. He picks me back up and carries me all the way up the road to my family cabin — I mean — his cabin. I’m still having a hard time dealing with the fact that grandpa sold it without telling anyone, though if he hadn’t, I’d still be a virgin.
Once we’re back safe and warm inside Aidan’s cabin, the coats come off quickly. Very quickly. And the rest of our clothes come off just as fast.
“Ok, you win,” I say.
“Win what?” He says as he takes my bra off. He goes down and wraps his lips around my nipple.
I take a hard and fast breath before composing myself long enough to reply.
“You can come with me and we can give this thing a try. I really think you could be right about us. I just hope you’ll always want me as bad as you seem to right now.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart,” he says. “And I can’t imagine not wanting you.”
He presses me up against the wall and lifts me up and slams himself into me. He makes sure to protect my head with the palm of his hand. With Aidan inside of me once again, I scream and revel in the sensation. We spend the rest of Valentine’s Day having as much sex as possible. We only stop to cuddle up close and open up to each other about our lives. He tells me about the war and the things he saw there. I start to cry as I begin to feel his pain. He kisses my tears away and makes love to me again.
We spend the next week like this. I can’t get enough of my handsome mountain man.
*
I look outside and see the snow has mostly melted. Aidan and I head back down to my car. It’s finally free of its snowy prison, and it starts too. It’s a miracle.
“Are you really coming back with me?” I ask him.
“Why would you ask me that, sweetheart? Of course, I’m coming back with you. I love you, and I don’t want to spend another moment
of my life without you.”
“I love you too,” I reply. “And I was checking to make sure. If you had said no, I was definitely going to cry.”
He takes my hand as we drive up the mountain back to his cabin. “Ya know, not only am I going to come back with you, but I’m going to marry you too when we get there.”
“You’re crazy!” I shout.
“Not at all. Marrying you would be the sanest thing I could do in my life. Say yes and I promise you won’t regret it.”
It seems my destiny has found me after all. My heart swells up with love as I look at him and shake my head.
“Yes, I’ll marry you when we get back to Chicago. I can’t explain it in words, but it just really feels right.”
When we get back inside the cabin, the clothes come off again, and my Idaho mountain man ravishes me again and again…
Who knew my destiny could feel so good?
Epilogue - Elyse
*
We get married the day after we get back to Chicago.
It turns out my mountain valentine was hiding a big secret.
“What would you do if I told you that I come from money?” He asks as we’re lying in my bed.
“I’d think it was crazy, but I’d believe it.”
“Well, we’ve got a lot of it. My father owns one of the world’s largest shipping companies. I’ll take you to Seattle to introduce you to my parents and then teach you the family business.”
“Family — oh, wow. I just remembered I have a family. Aside from you, of course.”
We both burst into laughter.
“Yeah, I haven’t talked to my parents in over a year. It took you to get me off that mountain, sweetheart.”
“My mom is going to kill me for running off and getting married to a guy I met on a mountain. She wanted me to have a big wedding.”
“That’s what we’ll do then. I promise you.”
It’s crazy, but I believe everything Aidan says. If he makes a promise to me, then I have no doubt that he’ll keep it.
And he does. Six months after our first wedding, we have my big dream ceremony. And then we fly back to Idaho and spend a month making love in our cabin.
It’s strange how it all worked out, but the cabin has found its way back into my family. And it’s where we take our children — two girls and a boy — in the summers.
And even after ten years of marriage, the way Aidan looks at me has never changed. He’s proven to me that he was right about us, just like he said he would.
Oh—I finally finished my novel and wrote a few dozen more too. Aidan has inspired me in more ways than one. The heroes of my books are always Idaho Mountain Men.
Jasmine warned me about those mountain men, but I inspired her to find her own. That’s a story for another day though…
THE END
Rebel: Mountain Man in the City Book 1
Rebel
*
It’s two in the morning, and I hear a woman’s scream as I’m walking down the street in Andersonville. Suddenly, every one of my senses kicks into war mode and it’s like I’m back in Afghanistan ready to fight. I’ve been back home for a long time now, but every so often, something will trigger the fight response.
She screams again, and I follow the sound further up the street, and dash down an alley until I see it:
Two guys have pinned a woman up against the brick wall. She screams and whimpers as one of the guys digs through her purse. No one has noticed me yet.
I pull out my flashlight and shine it on the guy going through her purse.
“Hey, tell your friend to put her down, or I’ll put you both down,” I say in my calmest voice.
“We’re just seeing what she’s got, mister, and I suggest you get out of here before we put a bullet in you.”
“Is that so?” I ask.
He tosses her purse to the side and rushes towards me while his friend continues to hold the girl down.
One swift elbow to the head of the guy who rushed at me, and he’s down with a very loud thud, followed by a groan. The other guy sets the girl down and comes at me.
“Run!” I shout at her. She takes my advice and dashes past me as the other thug and I engage. He pulls out a knife, but I quickly grab his hand and crash it against my leg. His knife clatters to the ground.
He takes a swing at me, and I dodge it before delivering a roundhouse kick to his face. He collapses to the ground and wails beside his partner.
“Leave women alone, because if I see either of you again, I’m not going to be so kind. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it…we got it…,” they whimper.
I don’t carry a cellphone, or I’d call the cops. But I think these two learned their lesson for today.
I leave the alley and find the girl panting against the door of a shoe store.
I shine my light on her, and she looks away.
“I bet you’ve come for your payment now, right? For saving me?”
“Not at all,” I reply. “I just want to make sure you’re ok. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”
She’s much shorter than me, probably around five foot three. And her thick curvy body causes something to spring up and stiffen…
But I’ve got to focus on getting her somewhere safe now. I’ll be her protector for the rest of the night if she’ll let me. At least until she gets home safe.
“Do you live near here?” I ask her.
“No, I live in Uptown.”
“I’ll give you some money and we’ll get you a cab.”
“Look, mister, I don’t need your help,” she says. “Thank you for saving me from those guys, but that’s all I need from you. Please leave. You’re scaring me.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you — ever. It’s not in my nature, sweetheart. Now, would you like some money to get home?”
“I’ll just walk,” She whispers.
I take out my wallet and hold out to her the only thing I’ve got — a crisp fifty-dollar bill.
“A fifty?” She asks. “I can’t take that. My ride will only be around eight dollars.”
“It’s all I’ve got on me, so you’re gonna have to take it. I have plenty of money, so I don’t care. But one thing I won’t allow to happen is for you to be out here alone for another minute.”
“You are something else,” she replies. “But I can call a car and pay for it through the app.”
“Through the what?” I reply.
“App. What are you? Some kind of crazy person who doesn’t even know what an app is?”
“It’s a long story,” I say as I put my fifty back in my wallet.
She looks right into my eyes and for the first time I see how bright green hers are. Her long dark hair falls in curls over her shoulders. She has a few freckles here and there. She’s beautiful, but she also looks tough — like she’s seen a few things in her short life.
“There’s a Golden Nugget up the street. It’s twenty-four hours,” she says. “I need to calm down and get some pancakes or something before I go home. And now I have to listen to your story about why you seem totally oblivious to technology.”
“Golden Nugget, huh? Yeah, I saw that a few blocks south. What are you doing out this late, anyway?”
“I was running an errand for my father,” she says. “Don’t worry about that. Let’s just get out of here, ok?”
“Fine by me, sweetheart.”
We walk side by side in silence as we head towards the restaurant. When we arrive, I open the door for her, and she smiles at me for the first time.
“Wow, you saved my life and you’re a gentleman. I don’t know how I got so lucky tonight.”
“Oh, it’s me who’s lucky. Trust me.”
“You’re so weird,” she says softly.
As we sit down across from each other in a booth, I can’t take my eyes off her.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Olivia,” she says as she brushes a strand of curly hair out of her eye.
“Do you run errands for your father every night?”
“I don’t want to, ok? But my dad, he’s sort of—” She stops and takes a deep breath. “He’s a mob boss, ok? He had me dropping some money off to another boss. The two guys you beat up were some of that other boss’ thugs. I guess they just decided they liked what they saw and didn’t care what the consequences will be when my father finds out. I guess they don’t have to worry now, because I’m satisfied with how you took care of them, even though I didn’t see what you did to the other guy. What did you do to him?”
Olivia talks a mile a minute. Her olive skin is flushed, and I can tell she must be pretty scared still. She’s trying to hide it from me, but she’s not being very successful at it.
“Relax, beautiful. I took care of them. And your dad really has a problem sending you out to do his dirty work.”
“It’s a family, and in his eyes, everyone has to contribute to show their loyalty. Even his princess. Maybe especially his princess, since I’m not the kind of daughter he wanted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She lays her elbows on the table and rests her head on her hands. She stares at me as if I’ve completely lost my mind.
“Look at me, mister. I’m not exactly the girl of any man’s dreams, right? I’m too thick in all the wrong places.”
I stare back at her with a level of intensity that outshines her own.
“I don’t get it.”
“I just need some pancakes,” she says with a sigh.
The waitress arrives to take our order. Olivia orders a stack of pancakes. I get a cup of coffee. Once the waitress is gone, Olivia turns away from me.
“You’re looking at me so hard,” she whispers. “Do I have something on my face or what?”
“I just think you’re beautiful,” I reply. I haven’t talked to a woman like this in a long time, to be honest. I’ve been living alone on a mountain in Idaho for the last eight years, and before that I was in Afghanistan. This is my first week back to civilization. Ironically, I decided to leave the mountain because I was hoping to find a wife.