Mountain Man's Bride

by Lauren Wood

  I was a little disappointed and I leaned back against the desk slightly relieved at the same time. It was only after I heard the door slam and the telltale click of a lock that had me on high alert.

  The woman walking towards me had a confidence which exuded from every pore of her body.

  The black leather skirt and the tight white sweater called attention to her best assets. Her long and luscious legs were highlighted by the high heels. I was about to say something, but then I lost my train of thought when she turned and purposely bent over in front of me.

  My eyes were literally bugging out of my skull. There was no way that I could be brave enough to walk away from her bare ass. On further inspection, I realized there was a very thin piece of material blocking my way.

  I fell to my knees with my hands pulling gently at what had found its way up the crack of her ass. It slipped down her legs and around her ankles. The lips of her sex were bright pink and there was the obvious lipstick along the lips to keep me prisoner.

  “I can feel your hands on my skin.” It was hard to deny how she had sealed my fate with something so insignificant as a pair of underwear.

  “You’re going to feel a lot more than just my hands. Coming in here wearing that is going to get you more than you bargained for.” My tongue slipped out of my mouth and moved within a hair’s breath of those silky lips. She reached back and opened herself up to a visual intrusion.

  “I want to feel every part of you. I’ve waited long enough and you’ve been amazingly patient. This was your way of making this moment sizzle.” Stopping the forward momentum of this illicit affair was asking for retribution.

  I was powerless. I wanted to taste the forbidden fruit of her desire. There was a sheen of wetness and I went in for a closer look.

  “You have only yourself to blame for this.” I penetrated the interior of her sex with my tongue leading the way.

  The delicious nectar flowed freely and I could feel the membrane of her resistance waiting for me. I touched it with my finger to feel it give a little, but not near enough to ruin what was going to be the moment of truth.

  “I want you to suck my clit.” Her words conveyed how easy it was going to be to bring us both to the pinnacle of our desire.

  Grabbing onto that little bud, I gave it a tongue lashing that it was never going to forget. I was going to smell like her and she was going to carry my cologne like a badge of honor.

  Her clit was quite big and demanding satisfaction. I worked her into a frenzy with those lips a froth of white from the friction of my finger touching her in a profound way. I wasn’t breaking the rules. I was making her think it was going to happen before she wanted it to.

  “This is too much and I want to cum so badly all over your face. I want you to taste what is going to grab onto your cock when you finally sink it in deep. This is what I wanted that night when you forced me to confess my desires over…over…the… PHONE.” She was in the process of screaming and thinking quickly, I managed to put my hand over her mouth. It was the only way to muffle the cries of hungry lust escaping her lips.

  I buried my tongue and kept up with the demand of her orgasm. It was the perfect appetizer to wet my appetite for the main course. I continued to administer to her pleasure making her gyrate. I was witnessing the way that her thighs were quaking on her heels.

  I turned her around and kissed her deeply letting her taste the product of her own hungry little kitty. She was quite taken back for a second. She swooned to my touch. I had my hand on the small of her back. I was guiding her to her knees. She anxiously took my cock out of my pants. She began to show me the kind of treatment I was waiting for.

  “I might be…a little older…” I lost my train of thought as she attempted to drive the full brunt of my manly persuasion into her throat.

  Grabbing onto her hair, I twisted the locks in my hands and held her firmly against my waist. The feel of her tongue lapping at my balls was quite unexpected. It was probably meant to give me the incentive to give her more than a mouthful. I was not going to be enticed and this was only a prelude for better things to come.

  I let her continue until the emphasis was on the crown of my scepter. I was rapidly approaching the end of my rope. The gun was about to go off and all chambers were full to capacity.

  “I don’t think so.” I pulled her off of me with her lips plump and her lipstick marking the territory of my shaft.

  I lifted her onto the table and used my hands to spread her knees. I could see what was winking at me. She was dripping down the surface of her thighs. Positioning myself between her legs, I moved forward until the head kissed the lips.

  “I want you to know that I’m ready for this. I’ve been ready from the moment that I could smell you during registration. You really didn’t think that I forgot.” She made me gasp by wrapping her hot hands around the thick shape of my shaft.

  “I remember that day like it was yesterday.” I gave a lunge forward and the head disappeared from view. I could feel the vacuum force pulling me forward until I was as deep as I could possibly be.

  “Just give me…a minute.” I wasn’t sure that I could not when I was feeling this much pleasure. It seemed illegal to feel this way and be with a woman half my age.

  “You have no idea how much restraint it takes not to just fuck you.” I was waiting for the green light and then her fingers raked over my nipples.

  “I need this more than you know and I decided to take it off like a band aid.” There must’ve been a little bit of discomfort, but she managed to grin and bear it. The worst part was over. The smile creasing across her face confirmed that the pleasure was outweighing any lingering pain.

  She was twisting my nipples. She was feeding my libido a shot of adrenaline. I grabbed onto the back of her thighs and gave her short hard thrusts. The urgency was coming over me and I was holding out.

  “I don’t know why we waited so long. I thought it was wrong, but how could it be when it feels so right.” She wasn’t just taking it and she was showing her enthusiasm by pushing herself against me.

  The wet sounds were like cracks of thunder every time that I bottomed out. I could see the lips kissing every inch and leaving behind a polish of her juices.

  “I’m fucking… I’m going to… AHHHH.” Her body went into sexual hysterics, humping into the air and she was lifting her body at the same time.

  “I can feel it and I think I understand why we had to wait so long.” I was slowly moving along the slickness of her hole. There was nothing quite like a virgin being touched for the first time.

  Watching her reaction was like seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It was a revelation of Biblical proportions. The necessary response was to let go of the burden building up in my balls.

  I saw a way to enhance her experience and I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of giving her multiple reasons to rejoice. Her clit was quite pronounced and easily recognizable. I only had to touch it to make her eyes roll back into the back of her head.

  This time she was foaming at the mouth like a mad dog. She was scratching my chest with enough force to leave a mark.

  “You are one wild woman and I doubt that we had even scratched the surface of what you’re capable of. It’s going to be fun to find out where your limits are. As far as I know, I don’t think that I have any, but maybe you can test that theory.” I was enjoying the way that she was throwing her head from side to side. She was thrashing like mad and I was worried that the table wasn’t going to put up with that kind of strain.

  I could feel the momentum shifting and my pace turned up a notch. If anybody were to see this they would have sworn that there was a blur of motion. I’d never moved that fast in my life. There was no way that I was going to stop the inevitable from happening.

  The sensation was growing and there was the flicker of recognition in her eyes when she began to flutter her eyelids. She raised one finger and motioned for me to come closer to where I could hear her.r />
  “I want your hot cum inside me. You want the same thing and I can feel how close you are.” It was the words I needed to push me over the edge.

  I pulled back on the hammer. The exit was intense and burned in a good way. She was literally draining me of every drop and leaving me as dry as the Sahara desert. I pounded swiftly and with decisive movements. I didn’t scream, but I did moan which was captured by her hand slapping over my mouth.

  “I can’t breathe and I don’t care.”

  “Damian, I want you to know that you have taught me more than just journalism. I don’t know what your intentions are. I know that I would like to be with you, but we’ll have to sneak around until after this class ends.” I hadn’t done that when I was younger and I had a feeling that I was missing out on something.

  “I think that I can handle leaving a light on for you.” I kissed her lips and then I looked up to see my colleague standing at the door with his mouth wide open. I thought that he was going to blow the whistle, but he smiled and walked away with that same whistle mocking me.

  I’d found my calling and something quite unexpected along the way. Teaching had given me the opportunity to give back to the community. It also led me to the beauty of youth wrapped up in an old soul.

  THE END

  BAILEY

  Chapter 1

  “It doesn’t have to be this way, Lynn. I could easily offer you a promotion with all the benefits, but I’m not sure that you’re willing to take it. It will mean moving away from this no nothing town and finding a life in the big city. I want you to seriously consider my offer. I’m giving you the right of first refusal. You should not take that lightly and I’ve never been a man that was about charity.” Holden Mackie was the boss and usually whatever he wanted he would get. That was not how it was with Lynn Hawkins. She was a potential gold mine, but she was allowing her past indiscretions to get in the way of success.

  “I never knew that you even saw me. I thought that I was wallpaper. I am flattered, but I’m going to have to give it some serious thought.” “I want to tell him yes, but I can’t do that with the responsibility of another to take care of. My young son Timothy is only five years old. I can’t take him away from everything that he loves including his grandparents. Having them around has been a godsend. Whenever I was at my wits end, they were always there to lend a hand. I understand that I might be losing out and that somebody else is going to benefit by my decision to say no, but I have to think of my son. It if was just me, I would jump at the opportunity for this kind of adventure.”

  “I can give you, until the end of the week and then I’m gonna have to move on to another candidate. This could be the start of something huge, but it’s going to be up to you to take it. I’ve seen you get lost, but I’ve also noticed that you have the kind of work ethic that I’m looking for. I know that this is a huge step, but it’s a big opportunity that doesn’t come around all the time. Don’t squander the gift that I’m giving you on a silver platter. I don’t want you to get complacent and I want you to truly live up to your potential. This is not the place for you. I only keep this newspaper because the town needs it to stay up to date with local news.”

  Lynn Hawkins had wanted to go to school to become a real international journalist. She wanted to jet set around the world seeing all those things and places that made her heart stop any time that she was thinking about traveling. She had gone to journalism school, but she had dropped out on her last year. She couldn’t juggle that kind of commitment with the terrible two’s of Timothy making her hair turn prematurely grey. Thankfully her hairdresser was able to give her something to bring back the body and luster.

  “I’ll be sure to take everything that you say under consideration, Mr. Mackie. I appreciate you thinking of me.” She couldn’t come out and flat out say no and that would have been rude. She already knew that she was going to have to decline. Writing obituaries was not her idea of fun, but it was necessary to put food on her plate and a roof over her head. She made sure that Timothy had everything that he wanted regardless if she had to eat Ramen noodles for the next month.

  “Miss Hawkins, I don’t do this for just any one and sometimes you have to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth. I’ve been watching you for quite some time and I think that you have what it takes. You’re just going to have to decide what you want from this life and if you’re going to allow anyone or anything to stand in your way. I have family myself and sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I’m offering you a chance to get in on the ground floor of an online publication.” Holden Mackie had many businesses, but those that he had a passion for was in the media.

  “It’s not just me that I have to consider. I think you know that. Give me the week and I’m sure that I will have an answer for you by then.” Lynn knew that if she took it that it wasn’t going to give her any more money. It would essentially be a steppingstone and one that was required to really make her mark as a journalist. Having her byline under the obits was mostly ignored by her friends and her grandparents. “I do have one foot already out the door, but the other one is being held down by Timothy holding my ankle.” “I didn’t want to have a family this early in life. I had everything planned out, but any great laid plans can go awry at a moment’s notice. Holden Mackie was my idol and mentor and even working alongside him in this capacity was a dream come true. He was charismatic, but he was also a man that knew what he wanted and apparently he wanted me.”

  “I don’t want to beat a dead horse, but this will disappear in a week. You never know when something like this will come up again. Don’t become stagnant and think that you have to do this. Think about your future and where you want to be in five years. Family is important, but you sometimes need to do what’s right for you.” Holden Mackie had five kids of his own and that was never more apparent than the gray hairs on his head. He had five different wives and each one was taking a bit of his soul every time that he had to pay alimony.

  Lynn walked out of the office feeling like there was a shift in the air. She wanted to believe that her future was bright, but without the necessary money to go along with the position it was almost foolhardy to think about it. She would not have her grandparents to be instant babysitters. She would have to uproot her entire life. She was already living hand to mouth. This would be a risk that she wasn’t sure that she could take with her family in tow. “I think about how I got here. Bailey Welling was the one that got away. On prom night, we said our goodbyes with a soft kiss. It ended with him leaving to become a very high profile football star with the Patriots. I wanted to go with him, but I knew that he was still young and sowing his wild oats. He didn’t give any indication that he wanted to marry me and I had to believe that his feelings were not as deep as nine was for him.”

  “You’ve been in there a long time. You don’t have to tell me what that was all about, but you really do look like something big has happened. You got a message and apparently an old friend of yours is getting married in the next few days.” Leslie was in competition with Lynn. She tried to ingratiate herself into Lynn’s life, but she was only doing it to keep her friend’s close and her enemies even closer. This girl had a bubbly personality and she knew how to use what god gave her. Leslie had no problem using her obvious sexuality to her advantage to get ahead. It was primarily the reason why she was writing the editorials and working with the sports side of things. “I think what we both need is a ladies night out. A few drinks and watching some young stud put the moves on us is something that we have been lacking lately. What do you say, Lynn? Are you ready to cast aside these cubicle walls and dance the night away?”

  “I would really love to, but I have to get home. I have a child that I have to feed and take care of. I’ve already asked my grandparents for enough to last a lifetime. I know that they would gladly take him for the night, but I can’t do that without a damn good reason. Going out and having fun sounds great, but I just can’t do that.” “I’m not foolish to think for onc
e that Leslie wants to be my friend. She would just as soon stab me in the back than to say anything kind to me. She wants to be noticed and the low cut tops have certainly gotten her some attention. It may not be the right kind of attention, but it has gotten her this far. I’ve seen her flirt on several occasions with those athletes that are just getting noticed. She has no problem digging into their past and finding those skeletons that are better left buried.”

  “I just think that we need to find some time for ourselves. If you can’t go out tonight, then maybe you can go to lunch with me.” Leslie wanted to grill her for more information about what that meeting with Holden Mackie was all about. She’d heard rumors that Holden had acquired something of a dysfunctional online publication. He was going to do a major retooling and poach some of the best talent from various companies underneath his umbrella.

  “I suppose that I could take a long lunch. There’s a cute bistro down the street that makes the most amazing ravioli that you have ever put into your mouth. I go there all the time with Timothy. I think he enjoys trying new things.” “That kid is very curious, but he lets me know in no uncertain terms what he likes and what he doesn’t. I don’t think I’ve ever had to scold him or yell at him in public. I’ve taught him to be a little gentleman. He doesn’t give me many problems and being five years old, he’s starting to wonder about a few things.”

  Lynn sat down at her desk seeing that there were only three obituaries that had to be written today. She saw the message on her phone and she pressed on it to hear a familiar voice from her past.

  “Lynn, I want to be my maid of honor. I’m marrying a very successful producer. I’m going to be back in town and my whole family is coming in for the big occasion. We’re actually having it at the old family homestead. I should be arriving in the next couple of days. I’m looking for to catching up. I’ll give you a call when I get in."

  Lynn couldn’t even think about what this could mean. Seeing him after all this time would be the worst thing that ever happened to her. She had seen him on TV several times going down the field looking for that touchdown. She would be screaming so loud that Timothy would mimic her. It had become a nightly ritual to watch the Patriots in action. She saw how he had climbed the ranks from his high school days all the way to his NFL career with the Patriots.