Mister Regret: Mister Mountain Men, Book 3

by Lark Avery

  The guy could kiss. Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t have panties, just one more layer between us.

  “We need to talk.” Heat poured off this guy like he was standing next to a bonfire.

  I started to object.

  “After we get you back to town, you greedy girl. We wait any longer; Gary’ll send out a search party.” He pulled a blanket from his backpack, handing it to me.

  “You can come over later. Gary won’t mind keeping Leo a while longer.” I sounded desperate, and I knew it. If I weren’t so incredibly horny, I would’ve been embarrassed. But being a widow and single mother was no picnic. My body longed for pleasure.

  Tristan wrapped the blanket around me. He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “We will talk. And more. Tomorrow.”

  Tomorrow?

  What the fuck was he waiting for? I might die of pent up lust in the meantime.

  “Thanks a lot!” My outrage made me squeak. And that’s such a silly sound. Hard to take seriously. The sound of an approaching four-wheeler drowned out my indignation.

  He radioed to town, and soon I blinked at my transportation, pulling into view. A wiry wrinkled man with a small head and impressive tat collection jerked his mangled thumb toward the empty seat behind him. “I’m Jeff. Hop on.”

  Jeff was clearly a gentleman as he revved the engine when I hopped on.

  He wore a muscle shirt and sitting behind him, I got an eyeful. I sat back on the shared seat as far away as I could. I held onto him with the lightest pressure to keep me on the vehicle.

  I was going to kill Tristan. Where did he have to run off too?

  As we headed back toward town, Jeff sneezed.

  “‘Cuse me.” He hollered over the engine. “I’m getting over the flu. Still got some congestion. Good thing I didn’t have beans for lunch.”

  I inched back even further on our seat.

  “Hey, want to stop by my place and see my collection of shrunken heads?”

  Death was too good for Tristan. I’d have to devise some other painful torture.

  I declined Jeff’s generous offer. He shrugged as if to say my loss.

  Back in Snow Ridge, I immediately took a tepid shower (hot water was a fantasy in Snow Ridge apparently). Then I began a painful blackberry thorn removal session. I’d only just finished when a disheveled Gary showed up to return Leo.

  “You ok?” I asked him after I’d briefly explained most of what transpired in the wilderness. I left out the unrequited lust bit.

  Leo trotted in the house with his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. He circled the living room once. The intermittent squeaking alerted me to the probable vole he’d caught. However, I did not expect to share my living quarters with his victims.

  “Leo, whatever you have in your pocket, you return outside and release it away from the house. Then come right back in alone. You’re due for a bath.”

  Leo ambled to the door. His shoulders slumped dejectedly. But we’d been through this wildlife exhibition routine before.

  Where had I packed my broom? I could see the way things were going I’d be better off to keep that right by the door.

  “Gary,” I turned back to my frazzled sitter. “Thank you. Add today’s hours to my tab. We’ll settle up the end of the week?”

  He nodded and slipped out my back door.

  By late afternoon, Leo had bathed, eaten his snack, and we’d played hide and seek around our property. It was now ‘quiet’ time for both of us. I unpacked a few more boxes then worked on inventory. Having this much daylight was exhilarating. I wasn’t sleeping much. Gary suggested I cover the windows up in the bedrooms. I had for Leo, but for myself, I liked all the light. It made me feel a bit like a superwoman.

  My musings ended when a light knock on my back door had me springing across the floor. I wanted to answer it before Leo heard it. He was not a fan of nap time. Thank God for Gary tiring him out.

  “Good afternoon,” a shrunken woman swathed in furs stood on my back doorstep. “I’m a peddler. Would you have a moment to see my wares?”

  Ted told me the village peddlers set off as soon as the snow melted enough that roads were passable. They traveled around the Montanan remote locations during the long sunlight summer. There was a long mountain hospitality tradition in honoring the peddler. Not only did they bring goods and services not commonly available, but they also carried something even more valuable in the remote regions: information.

  As a stylist, I valued information. I considered everything told to me as confidential, but up here, I was without any contacts. Maybe she’d seen this Rika that Tristan was so concerned about.

  “My son is asleep if you don’t mind whispering, please come in.” I gestured toward my cluttered kitchen table covered with supplies. “Let me clear some space.” I glanced back at the living room. No Leo sprinting down the stairs yet.

  This peddler road dusty and road-weary appearance meant she’d traveled far.

  “Have we met before?” My guest asked, taking her seat. “I thought this house was vacant last time I was in town.”

  “I’m the new owner. I’m setting up a salon.”

  “A saloon?”

  “A hair and skin salon.” Great. My guest was hard of hearing.

  “Wonderful.” She opened her large black suitcase, which she kept by her side. Keeping her body turned, she rummaged around in it. “Maybe you would be interested in some essential oils?”

  She placed a half dozen vials on the table. Her deep-set eyes sparkled beneath her lids.

  Was I interested? My experience with the moving company and liquids had not been good. It was all I could do not to leap over and seize the contents of her suitcase. This was no way to negotiate, though.

  I produced a half dozen of my handmade soaps. She sniffed them cautiously. “I make them myself,” I said proudly.

  The wizened woman glanced up at me from her hooded eyes.

  The hair on the back of my neck tingled. “Have you been traveling long?”

  She fingered the soaps. “The roads are open early this year.”

  “Heard anything about a Russian woman?” I asked.

  “Who?” The woman set the soap down.

  “A woman named Rika. She’s been setting traps and harassing the town.”

  “No, but I’m just starting out after being hunkered down all winter.” The old woman sniffed my soap, closing her eyes. “You got dried snowdrops in here?”

  “I don’t remember what particular ingredients went in that batch. They are all-natural, though.”

  The peddler winked. “Good girl. Keep your secrets close. I’ll take all of these and put in an order for a dozen more when I stop here again.”

  “Excellent. I’ll take all the essential oils you can spare today. By the way, I’m Liv. Nice to meet you.”

  “Folks around here just call me Patience.”

  Tristan

  With Liv headed safely back to town, I took a deep breath in and exhaled. My heart raced. And I had to get a fucking grip on myself. Usually, being out in nature calmed me. The scent of the pine needles and the wind whispering through trees had grounded me all my life.

  Now instead of feeling at peace, all I could feel was the distance between Liv and me. It was like an invisible string pulling me to her. I almost went insane when I found her dangling over that cliff. I could have lost her. Again.

  All I wanted to do when I had her safely back on the solid ground was fuck her hard. I wanted to make her mine—to make her understand she couldn’t just risk her life like that.

  But Liv deserved more than me rutting like a stag on the hunt. She was a mother and a widow. She deserved to be treated with respect. She was my best friend’s widow for god’s sake.

  It was hard to remember that when all I wanted was for her to get on her hands and knees so I could bury my cock inside her sweet pussy.

  I had to get myself under control so that the next time I saw her, I didn’t embarrass either of us. I would go
back to the office and catch up on whatever awaited me there. I might not find my solace in nature anymore, but nothing killed lust faster than a desk full of paperwork.

  By mid-morning the next day, I was on Liv’s back doorstep. It’d been less than twelve hours since I’d seen her, and it felt like forever. It was like a giant magnet pulling me to her.

  Keep your shit together. Do not fall on her like a caveman.

  I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on her door. Most of Montanans didn’t lock their doors. I’d instructed Liv to lock up like she lived in Chicago.

  I didn’t have to wait long before Liv opened the door without the sound of any locks turning. Why was she so stubborn?

  “Good morning.” Liv greeted me wearing a deep v-neck white halter-top, with no bra. Under my gaze, her nipples hardened under the sheer cotton. Black clingy shorts clung to her supple thighs. They outlined her pussy, and I could see her camel toe. There was no way she could possibly be wearing panties. This was not typical Snow Ridge attire.

  I stepped inside to her kitchen

  “You look beautiful.” My voice felt strangled. “Turn around. Slowly.”

  “Gary has Leo for the day, so I’m running over to Big Sky for supplies.”

  “Dressed like that?”

  “It’s Big Sky.”

  “My point exactly. Big Sky makes any images you have of the Wild West look like a tidy theme park.” I had to touch her. My hand slid up her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. I fingered her halter tie. It’d be so easy to pull the knot loose, the ties falling away revealing her magnificent breasts. Too much, too soon. My cock was already hard. Wearing jeans was a mistake.

  “I need supplies.” Her lips softened at my touch.

  “Now?”

  “Yes, you want to come with?” She sidestepped around me, heading down the back steps.

  All my grand notions of acting like a sensible man flew out the window. I wanted to fuck her senseless, not watch her shop. I fingered her panties from yesterday in my pocket. I was planning on returning them to her even though they were in shreds. I’d jacked off to the scent of them more than a few times last night.

  We had to get a few things straight between us. Talking outside would be better anyway. Inside, her house was too much Liv.

  I pulled the door closed and walked around to the driveway. She was waiting for me there, I froze.

  She stood next to the most rusted pick-up truck I’d ever seen in Snow Ridge. And that was saying something because the salt we used on the roads in winter was brutal. This truck was a forty-year-old dark green Ford that would be pretty in a picture with flowers growing out of the removed engine block.

  “What is that?” I stalked over to her, wincing from my cock wedged up against my jeans.

  “My new truck. What does it look like?” She opened the passenger door and threw her bag in.

  “There’s nothing about that truck that’s new.”

  “It’s new to me.” She put her hand on her hip, and it was then that I noticed she was wearing bright red cowboy boots. She looked like sex and sin, and I never wanted any woman as much as I wanted her.

  “That’s going to get you to Big Sky?” I narrowed my eyes.

  “Probably not,” Liv agreed. “That’s why I’m taking these.” She reached into the front seat and pulled out a jumble of jumper cables. She looked like a priestess making an offering, then she threw them in the back of the truck.

  “That only helps if the battery dies. You still need something to charge it with.”

  Instead of answering me, she pulled out a red lipstick from her bag and outlined her lips using the side mirror to examine her work. She bent over enough to do this that I was now sure she wasn’t wearing panties under her shorts. I drank in the sight of her firm ass. I could feel her soft skin under my hand when I spanked her. She’d flush, but then she’d ask for more.

  Liv broke through my daydream by turning around with her lipstick freshly applied.

  “I may have to suck some cock in exchange for repairs.” Her voice was throaty. “How do I look?”

  The roar in my brain drowned out all other sounds. In the blink of any eye, I had Liv on her back, pinned beneath me on her truck’s front bench seat.

  “Don’t tease me. My time as the good guy is about up.” I ground out between clenched teeth. My hips were between her legs; I nudged my jeans-clad cock against her crotch to drive my point home.

  Instead of freezing, Liv hooked one foot around my calf, her other rested on the truck floor. Even though her shorts and my jeans, her pussy cradled me. She didn’t turn away from my gaze. “I can make time for a quick fuck.”

  I groaned. It was entirely possible this woman was going to kill me.

  “When I fuck you, there won’t be anything quick about it. I’m going to take you on every surface, and in positions, you didn’t even know were possible. Your throat will be raw from begging me to let you come. Tease while you can.”

  “I can’t convince you to ride with me? You never know what big bad wolf I’ll meet on the way.” Liv loped her arms around my neck. Her lush lips curved into a smile.

  Her tits felt great smashed up against me. I couldn’t wait to suck her nipples until her pussy was drenched.

  “You can take care of yourself just fine.” I reluctantly pulled myself off her. A ride to Big Sky in a car with her dressed like this would drive me to distraction.

  “How about I come back after you get home?”

  “Like when? Gary has taken Leo out on fishing today.” Liv propped herself up on her elbows. She eyed my cock outlined against my jeans. She had to know what she did to me. What it was was costing me to show her restraint. My heart hammered in my chest.

  “What do you suggest?” I growled.

  Liv ran her tongue over her full lower lip. “How about I blow you first?”

  4

  Liv

  Tristan’s eyes flared. He wanted me, there was no denying that, but he was treating me like some goddamn piece of glass. I’d rattled him by my suggestion.

  Good. Things between us needed shaking up. They’d been stagnant long enough.

  I loved how bold I was with him. It was Tristan; after all, even when I just met him, I felt like I knew him forever. Later I figured out what attracted to me Ted was a sense of danger. After getting pregnant, dropping out of college, and marrying him, I discovered he was more immature than anything else. But enough about Ted. I wanted to blow Tristan so hard he’d stop imaging me as some prim virgin.

  I squirmed on the seat. Thinking about fucking Tristan was making me wet. He was struggling with what he felt for me and what he thought about me. I bet having his cock shoved down my throat would help him get over it. God, please, oh please, don’t let him mention Ted again.

  “Now?” he asked. His eyes drilled into me.

  “Yep.”

  He was silent for the longest minute of my life.

  “If you insist.”

  “Climb in.” I scooted over on the seat.

  Tristan unbuttoned his jeans, but his cock was so hard against the zipper it was difficult to operate.

  My fingers brushed his aside. I carefully unzipped his jeans, then slid down his briefs. His cock sprang forth, bobbing in the air. He was seriously hung.

  His smooth fat head made my mouth water. I was so turned on I might come while sucking him off.

  “You should lie down.” I gauged how much room we had on this front seat. Not much. And then there was a massive steering wheel. Luckily, I was a girl who liked a challenge.

  His right hand rested on my ass. It was possessive and I liked that. Immediately an ache started deep within me.

  Pushing my hair behind my ears, I opened my mouth to lick the sticky pre-cum that glistened in drops from his cock. It was like nectar, and I lapped it up.

  “My only regret, Baby, is that I can’t finger you like this,” Tristan hissed. “But you take care of me, I promise I’ll make it good for you.”<
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  I wanted to say it was good for me, but with my mouth full of cock, the best way to communicate was to take more of him. Slowly, he advanced in my mouth. I could feel the vein that ran along the underside of his prick. I gobbled him up, running my tongue around his dick, sucking him, altering the pressure around my lips.

  My nipples tingled for his touch, and a deep ache inside me started building. My blood was flushed with pleasure. This felt so right.

  His fingers pressed into my ass harder the more I sucked. Tristan started breathing faster. It was such a turn on to hear his growing excitement, not to mention his thick cock in my throat.

  “Your mouth feels fantastic. Can you take just a bit more?” He thrust his pelvis up.

  I extended my head, even more, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. I loved the power I had.

  “That’s it, baby. Your sweet mouth wrapped around me is heaven.”

  His clean-shaven balls pressed against my chin.

  “I’m so close, Liv.”

  I increased my pressure. He emptied his load into my mouth, ream, and ream. I swallowed and swallowed, taking every last drop of him. I loved the taste of him. I couldn’t wait for his cum to fill up my pussy.

  When he was done, I released him.

  I wiggled back up on the bench from under the steering wheel.

  Tristan’s head was lying against the headrest. He opened his eyes. “That was incredible. You are one talented girl.” He reached out an index finger to stroke my mouth. “Your turn.”

  “Sadly, for me, that’ll have to wait for another time. I still need supplies in Big Sky. I can’t hang around all day sucking your cock.”

  His eyebrows rose in surprise. He was still a bit dazed from my most excellent blow job. I was feeling more than a bit smug.

  “More’s the pity for me.” Tristan tucked his cock back in his briefs. “You aren’t really going to blow some guy if your truck breaks down, right?”

  I touched my thumb to my mouth. “You expect me to kiss and tell?”

  Two hours later, we pulled into Big Sky. Tristan drove the whole way without one word. I chattered nonstop. Strangely, after that spectacular blow job, Tristan was tenser than before. I, on the other hand, was loose-limbed and relaxed.