Poetic Justice: A Songwriter Mountain Man Romance (A Rock Hard Mountain Man Romance Series Book 1)

by Kylie Parker

  Olivia did not verbalize. She swung her left leg over him and sat on his lap. Then, she cupped his face in her hands. The sensation of her soft palms made him warm inside. But still, he would not look into her eyes. His gaze was fixed on her stomach.

  “Last night, an angel on Earth saved my life,” speaking in a sweet voice, as she ran her thumbs across his cheekbones, making his heart flutter. “He gave me shelter and, although I was a little rude to him, he played music with me all night. Tonight, he gave me a poem; I’ve never met a man like him.”

  Olivia’s compliment flattered him. He hesitantly brought his gaze up to meet hers; but, she did not allow him to open his mouth. Instead, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Tilting her head down, she met his lips, their mouths joining in a soft, tender kiss. Her breath on his skin sent tingles up his spine as he entwined his arms around her waist. James was not thinking anymore. Olivia’s kind words awakened his senses and helped him put aside his inhibitions. He felt her still moist, purple sweater, with his hands; and, as their kiss grew more demanding, strands of her wet hair lightly brushed against his face. He leaned back against the couch, as she caressed the back of his neck. Olivia then ran her right hand lightly up his head and into his hair, as he put his own hands under her sweater. The smoothness and warmth of her skin sent him into overdrive. She threaded her fingers into his hair: his hands traveled up her body; his breath became heavier as he caressed the sides of her midsection. The sensation of her big breasts, rubbing against his chest made his cock twitch. James flexed the muscles of his right arm and pushed her to the left. Laying her down on her couch, he opened his eyes.

  He reached towards her and unbuttoned her skirt. The black nylons she wore had him anticipating the feel of the stockings in his palms. At their lovely sight, James licked his lips like a hungry predator. Olivia leaned forward and pulled her blouse up and over her head, exposing her black, lace bra.

  “Never keep a lady waiting,” she breathed out, curling her index finger towards herself, her husky voice overwhelming his senses. James took off his sweater and scanned her body, from bottom to top.

  “Sexy lady…” he said, his voice deep and manly, looking down into her sparkling eyes. Lying on top of her, he claimed her lips once more, as his right hand landed on her knee. Olivia’s arms snaked around his upper back, as he stroked and caressed her thigh. Filling his palm with the smooth nylons, he slowly slid his hand up her thigh, as she grabbed and held onto his shoulder blades. His cock was getting harder by the second. Feeling the tender flesh of her upper outer thigh, he made his way up, as she stroked his back. James did not stop at her thong. His hand caressed her hips and her midsection, until it reached her bra. Olivia arched her back, giving him access to the strap. He used both hands to undo it and then slid the straps down her shoulders and arms.

  “Touch me…” She whimpered, tilting her head back. Gently biting her lower lip, he brought his hands back to her breasts. He pressed them together, forcing a long sigh of pleasure out of her. Olivia’s arms went around his back once more, before he squeezed her breasts again. Trailing soft kisses along her neck, he felt a drop of precum, dripping down his large, swollen shaft. James planted even more passionate kisses across her chest, trapping her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. Drowning in her scent, he stuck his tongue out. Licking the area around her left nipple, he rolled her right one, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

  “Right there, baby…” Olivia moaned, digging her long fingernails into the firm flesh of his back. James’s lips closed around this erogenous zone, before he pulled the nipple into his mouth, lightly pinching her other nipple at the same time. With the sound of her pleasurable whimpers of surrender filling his ears, he flicked his warm, wet tongue against it. But James wanted to do more; much more. Too eager to taste her juices, he laid a short kiss on her nipple, letting go of her breasts altogether. He leaned back and got off the couch, desperate to get rid of his pants. Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down and off her feet. To his surprise though, she then sat up and stepped off the couch.

  James took off his boxer shorts, releasing his 8 ½ inches, stiff, throbbing cock. At the sight of it, she bit her lower lip, as a cunning smile spread across her face. She did not speak. Instead, she moved around him and put her hands on his stomach. In a split second, he found himself sitting down, marveling at her curvaceous figure. Olivia climbed back onto the couch and sat on his lap, her gaze locked on his.

  “God, I want you so bad…” She said, cupping his face in her hands, her voice a husky whisper that raised every hair on his body. She tilted her head down to meet his lips. James put his hands on her hips, as she reached behind her back. Olivia grabbed the base of his shaft, forcing a loud, manly groan out of him, as their mouths joined in a hot, sensual kiss. She lowered herself onto his large, hard cock, as he slid his hands down her body. Cupping her juicy ass, he felt the head of his manhood slowly penetrating her dripping wet pussy.

  “Awwww, yeah…” She groaned, tilting her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, as he got lost deep inside her. Loving the sensation of her big, round ass in his palms, James buried his face between her breasts. He pushed his throbbing cock all the way in, feeling her breasts on his cheeks, as her hands slipped down his neck. He grabbed and held onto her butt cheeks, planting passionate kisses all over her right breast, as she squeezed the firm flesh of his shoulders. Her moisture had amazed him. As much as he would have loved to, he had not been able to take her orally, but still, Olivia was so wet that he could hardly believe it.

  “You’re dripping…” He whispered, taking her breast into his mouth.

  “You turn me on so much,” She moaned, licking her upper lip, as he spread her ass. Her juices, mixed with his precum were flowing down his rock hard shaft, as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. James slapped her left butt cheek to the point of pleasure. Olivia’s loud, sexy moan drove him crazy with lust. By now, he was unable to maintain a slow pace. With her warm body in his arms, he began to thrust into her, squeezing her ass. Their moans filled her living room, as she tilted her head forward. Once again, she lowered her face to his level, seeking his lips. Understanding that, he released her breast and tilted his head up. Their lips locked in yet another fiery kiss, as he pounded her fast and hard, maintaining a firm grip on her butt cheeks.

  “God, it feels so good… fuck me.” Her muffled moan in his mouth made him quicken his pace. His cock was pulsing inside her, as her ample breasts swayed back and forth. Each inch of her ass wobbled, as pleasure brought her into uncharted realms of passion. James knew that he could not keep this up for much longer, but he did not even consider slowing down. She ran her right hand up his neck, as their tongues danced against each other. Olivia sank her fingernails into the side of his neck, moaning louder and louder by the second. The glistening lips of her womanhood were gripping on his massive, hard shaft, as his big, strong hands kneaded her ass. Too overwhelmed by the feel of his manhood in her depths, she circled her arm around his neck and held him close.

  “I’m coming…” Olivia moaned, her sexy voice bouncing off the walls of her living room, as she rested her head on his shoulder. James’ large, heavy balls were slapping against her butt cheeks, as the heat in her pussy increased. Coaxing her relentlessly towards orgasm, he slapped her ass once more, adding to her immense arousal. Her breathing became shallower, as he plunged into her. Olivia’s body tensed, as her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure. A few, hard thrusts brought him to the edge of his own, aggressive climax. James pulled out, spurting a huge amount of semen all over her lower back, his manly groans audible over hers. Olivia snuggled close, exhausted and short of breath…

  8

  “Sorry...” She gasped. “I got a little carried away there. I rushed things a bit.”

  “Do you know how many times you’ve said you’re sorry?” He teased her, running his hands up her b
ody. “Don’t be. As ‘Asia’ so eloquently put it, it was ‘The Heat of the Moment.’ I know a thing or two about that.”

  “You’re a dream, Mr. Poet” Olivia whispered, looking deep into his eyes; “an absolute dream. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go.”

  The tranquil look in her eyes and her soft voice sent warmth all over his body. James longed for her lips. However, just when he was about to kiss her again, his cell phone rang.

  “Bummer…” Olivia hummed, as he reached towards the table behind her. It was Rick.

  “Hello?”

  “Sorry to bother you, man.” He spoke in a wobbly voice. “But something’s come up.”

  “What is it?” James asked, curiosity lingering in his voice.

  “Umm, you know the singer you were going to meet tomorrow, Laurel Thomas?” Rick sniffled. “She’s dead.”

  9

  “What?” James inquired, the news of the young girl’s untimely demise causing his voice to raise several octaves.

  “Gunshot wound to the head.” Rick informed him. “The cops found her an hour ago.”

  “Oh, no…” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Do they have any suspects?”

  “Not yet. They have the murder weapon, though: nine millimeter. Listen, I have to go. I’ll call you if I hear anything else. Later.”

  “Bye.”

  “I couldn’t help but overhear.” Olivia’s voice tore the silence. “Who’s Laurel?”

  “Some singer I was going to work with.” James claimed, tossing his phone on the couch.

  “Poor girl…” She whispered. “Did you know her?”

  “No.” He replied, as sadness moved over his face. “I was going to meet her tomorrow. This is exactly why I live on the mountain, Olivia.”

  “What does she have to do with that?” She squinted at him.

  “Humans…” he shook his head. “We are the worst beasts. We can do…” his speech faltered. “… anything to hurt each other. One would think that the species with the largest brain would live in peace with each other, but no; Wars, famine, greed. … and the list just goes on and on.”

  “Well, yeah, but people are also capable of other things.” She made her voice sound sweeter, caressing the back of his neck. “Like love, devotion, tenderness, loyalty…”

  “Are we?” He wondered.

  “Yes!” She raised her tone, intensifying her stare. “You’ve already shown me; I don’t like to repeat myself. Now, let me show you.”

  “I like you, Olivia.” James confessed in his bass-deep voice which had a hint of change behind it. “I really do. But, how are we going to make this work? I live two hours away from you.”

  “You know what they say.” She winked at him. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Let’s not worry about tomorrow. I don’t know how it happened, but you ended up at the bar where I work. Some may call it a coincidence. I call it ‘fate’.”

  At that moment, Rick’s words “I hear she’s a nice girl” came back to mind.

  “Something tells me it wasn’t ‘fate’.” He maintained, smiling to himself. “Do you know Rick Briar?”

  “Nope:” she shook her head sideways; “never heard of him.”

  James was somewhat puzzled. Clearly, Rick knew her and yet, she did not know Rick. All the same, he would not voice his concern. He was still in her embrace, with her blissful eyes gazing deep into his and her soft touch was good to resist.

  “Can I ask you a tiny favor?” Her polite request widened the smile on his face.

  “Go ahead.” He encouraged.

  “Which ballads have you written? I’m not…” She paused. “Doubting that you wrote them, I just don’t remember them all.”

  “Where should I start?” He heaved a long, deep sigh.

  “Just tell me which ones you like best.” Olivia added.

  “That’s a lot easier.” James laughed. “Well, I’ve written all of Arlene and Ron Mitchell’s songs. They’re the ones I work with more often. They are, in ascending order, Arlene’s ‘Top of the world’, ‘Careless’, ‘Drunken heart’ and Mitchell’s ‘Funny world’ and ‘Shattered in the snow’.”

  “Oh, my God…” a soft whisper left her lips. “I should have known you’d written that one. It pretty much describes your life story. I really love ‘Shattered in the snow’. In fact, it’s gotten me in trouble.”

  “How come?” He got curious.

  “My neighbors don’t like it so much when I play the piano.” Olivia burst into loud, sweet laughter, collapsing onto him. “I almost got arrested once.”

  “You’re more than welcome to play with me.” James spoke, his voice a breathless whisper as he slid his hand up her back.

  “Trust me…” She chuckled, slowly leaning back. “We’re going to do a lot more in your cabin, other than just play music.”

  “Really?” He raised his eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I’d love to show you.” Olivia’s whisper gave him the chills. “But let’s just wait till we get there. I’m really tired anyway.”

  “Alright,” James smiled up at her. “When’s your day off?”

  “I took the weekend off; I wanted to go camping.” She said. “But, after what happened last night, I thought ‘why not work the early shift?’ Besides, I could use the money.”

  “Tomorrow, then,” James muttered. “You’d better be careful, though. I don’t want to chase off any wolves again anytime soon.”

  “Cut it out.” Her playful laughter sounded like music in his ears. Even her pinching did not bother him. On the contrary, he enjoyed it. “I’m going to spend a whole day with the man who wrote one of my favorite songs: lucky me.”

  James did not open his mouth; he didn’t want to speak. Getting lost in her eyes, he pulled her a little closer. Olivia’s kiss sent all the warmth that he had dearly missed into him. Gentle and passionate, it gave him a good idea of what was about to follow and not just the next day. She seemed genuine, thoughtful and honest; someone he could actually rely on. Taking her into his embrace, he laid a short kiss on her upper lip and one more on the tip of her tiny nose. He buried his face into her long, curly hair, letting her scent flow through him.

  “Tomorrow sounds interesting, but it’s just one day, Olivia. I want a lot more than that. Maybe you’re right; we can make this work, even though we’re a hundred miles apart. Just don’t treat me any differently than you do now. Don’t let me down…”

  10

  James and Olivia were all smiles the next morning, as they left New York City behind them. She was so happy that she kept singing happy tunes to him, throughout the drive. Still, he wished he could share her enthusiasm. The news of Laurel’s murder had upset him. He could not fathom why anyone would do that to someone so young. To him, such a violent act was a testament of how evil and brutal people could be. As much as would like to believe Olivia’s words the night before, he was unable to do so just yet. James would need a lot more than just a great night with her to change his mind. At any rate though, he could not deny it to himself that so far, she had been wonderful to him. And, when they arrived at his cabin on that clear, freezing, mid-January morning, she proved to him once more how impulsive she was.

  Olivia simply tossed her small, red suitcase across the hardwood floor and did not even step into the cabin. She walked down the pathway, past his living room window, and into his backyard.

  “That’s Panther Mountain Peak…” She pointed up ahead, as he joined her. “I’m so jealous right now.”

  “I can understand why.” He smirked, stopping behind her. “I can’t get enough of it, either.”

  “Is it always so…”

  “Majestic?” He finished her sentence: “Yeah.”

  “Even in the summer?” She wondered, her voice somewhat higher, as he hugged her from behind, around the waist.

  “There’s not so much snow.” James whispered in her ear. “But there’s a lot of vegetation and it’s a lot cooler
than in New York.”

  “God, this is so good…” Olivia spoke in a low, raspy tone, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back. Resting it on his broad chest, she reached back and cupped his cheek. “You’re spoiling me.”

  At that moment, a powerful gust of wind blew from the north, tossing her beautiful hair across her face. James tightened his hold, only to hear her purr like a contented cat, as she caressed his face. Kissing her on the cheek, he savored the moment, loving the sensation of her soft hand on his skin.

  “I must be dreaming…” She whispered, dropping her arm, as the wind blew harder. Then, she put both palms onto his hands and squeezed them, as he gave her one more, sweet kiss on the cheek.

  “You can’t feel anything in dreams, Olivia.” He spoke in his deep, manly voice.

  “Right,” she purred, running her thumb across his wrist. “Hold me.”

  Sadly for them, their romantic moment was interrupted. Seconds later, the loud, piercing sound of police sirens tore the silence. Two police cars were speeding up the road that led to James’ cabin. Neither of them paid attention to it, unwilling to let go of each other. However, the police cars pulled over, just outside his cabin. It was then that he realized that the police were looking for him. Straight away, he loosened his grip. Before he could see the officers, he heard Rick’s familiar voice. Four officers in uniform and one more in civilian clothes were on his doorstep, as he laid his eyes upon them. Before he could open his mouth, they all pulled their guns and pointed them at him. His stomach chilled with fear, as he raised his hands up.

  “I’m unarmed!” He yelled. “What are you people doing here?!”

  “Frisk him.” The senior officer commanded. “Mr. Farrell, I presume.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Lieutenant Lowry, NYPD. We have a warrant to search the premises.” He said, pulling a thick piece of paper out of the pocket of his coat, as an officer carried out his order.