Mountain Man Taken

by Turner, Olivia T.

  “Come skinny dipping with us, Anna,” one of the guys calls out. I think his name is Greg.

  I gulp as he unbuttons his shorts and slides them down his legs along with his underwear. The girls start giggling as he walks to the lake wearing nothing but a smile.

  I have an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as the rest of the guys get naked and follow Greg into the water, splashing around and laughing as they jeer at the girls to follow.

  It doesn’t take much to convince the three girls to get naked, and before long they’re pulling off articles of clothing until all they have on is their panties that don’t cover up much anyway.

  I bite at my lips as I glance back down the way we came. I wish Hailey was here. I wish I hadn’t come on this trip in the first place.

  I’ve always hated drinking and have never taken more than a sip of alcohol. My father used to drink a lot before he ran out on my mom and I always hated it. The smell, the way his eyes would change, the way his tone would sharpen when he spoke to my mother. There’s nothing good about it in my opinion.

  I should have realized that there would be a ton of drinking but I just needed to get away. One morning three months ago, I came downstairs and saw my mother’s old luggage packed by the door. She told me she was going on a five day trip with her boyfriend to Europe. That was three months ago.

  I still don’t know where she is. I received a postcard in the mail two weeks ago saying that she was in Paris but the stamp was from Idaho, so who the hell knows?

  “Anna,” Ryan yells, standing up in the lake. The water is only up to his knees so his cock is in plain view, not that I’m looking. “Take off those ugly clothes and come in the water!”

  My heart starts thumping away as my breaths start coming out quick and fierce. Maybe it is a better idea to stay at the campsite, even with Hailey’s constant moaning. Anything is better than this.

  “I’m not feeling very well,” I say, clutching my stomach. “I’m going to head back to the camp.”

  The three girls are giggling in the water with their perky breasts in full view. Fuck these people. I have to get out of here.

  “I’ll see you guys later,” I say, turning back down the path as they call out for me to return.

  My heart is pounding with every step I take down the dirt path but it still feels better than standing back there like a moron while they try to pressure me into getting drunk and naked.

  I have no idea why Hailey would think I’d be interested in a guy like Ryan, or any of these people for that matter. From what I’ve seen today, Ryan is immature and acts like a spoiled little kid. I’m looking for a real man, not a teenage wreck like him.

  Hailey thinks it’s hilarious that I’m still a virgin at eighteen years old, but how can I not be when all I’m surrounded by is immature guys like Ryan. I’m waiting for a real man to take my virginity.

  And it’s not going to be Ryan.

  Shit. I whip my head back around when I hear the thump of footsteps coming up behind me.

  There’s thick forest all around me but there’s nowhere to hide. I’m wearing a bright pink shirt that will stand out even in the middle of the thickest rainforest.

  I have a really bad feeling about this and look around for a rock or stick that I can use as protection as Ryan comes jogging around the bend, still completely naked.

  “I’m just heading back,” I say, swallowing hard as I point down the path behind me.

  It’s then that I realize how dangerous this situation really is. I’m in the middle of the forest, deep in the mountains, and there’s a drunk naked asshole approaching me. Ryan has already shown me in only a few hours that he’s sexually aggressive with his constant unwanted touching and leering.

  I’m scared.

  “Come back to the lake,” he says, grinning as he stops right in front of me.

  My throat is burning so much that I can barely breathe. He’s much bigger than me with a thick muscular body. If he wants to get aggressive, I don’t stand a chance.

  “I’m not feeling well,” I say, sliding my hand over my stomach. “I’ll go swimming tomorrow.”

  No, I won’t. As soon as I get back to camp, I’m demanding that Hailey drives me back home. If she refuses, I’ll steal her car. There’s just no way that I’m spending the weekend with these creeps.

  “I said come back to the lake now,” the biggest of the creeps says. His eyes wander over my body, sending cold chills racing through me.

  “No,” I say firmly just in case he missed that I’m not interested. “I’m going back.”

  I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist with an iron grip and holds me in place. My stomach drops as I turn back to him and see the malicious intent in his eyes.

  “Fine,” he says with an evil grin. “No lake. We can fuck right here.”

  I try to yank my arm away but it doesn’t budge from his firm grip. I open my mouth to scream but he covers it with his hand. The earthy taste of lake water hits my lips as tears start to stream down from my eyes.

  With a whoosh, Ryan flies off of me as someone crashes into him. I jerk my head to the side, staring with wide surprised eyes as a thick man who I’ve never seen before grabs Ryan by the neck and slams him into the trunk of a huge tree.

  He smashes Ryan into the trunk so hard that the branches overhead shake and dozens of pine cones rain down on us.

  I can see through his tight, dirty t-shirt that his back is pure, thick muscle. He’s shorter than Ryan but he’s a real man, where Ryan is only a boy.

  “If the pretty lady wasn’t here, I’d kill you,” the man growls into Ryan’s terrified face as he digs his thick forearm into Ryan’s neck.

  Ryan doesn’t answer. He can’t with the man’s arm cutting off his air supply. His mouth opens and closes as his skin starts to turn blue.

  The man slams his fist into Ryan’s stomach, dropping him to the ground. “Get off of my mountain,” he commands sharply. My breath is starting to quicken for another reason. It’s not fear. It’s the man’s dominating and commanding presence.

  “If I ever see you in my mountains again, or around my girl, I will kill you.”

  My heart skips a beat when he calls me his girl. Have I stepped out of the pan and into the fire with this guy?

  He looks so rugged with his messy hair, thick beard, and old jeans and shirt that cling perfectly to his muscular body. His eyes are dark and intense. His lips look like pure heaven. He’s sexy in a wild, mountain man kind of way.

  He may just be one fire that I don’t mind stepping into.

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