Mountain Man's Secret Baby

by Lauren Wood

  “I’m not one to stick my nose into other people’s business. I was only trying to be friendly. I can understand your right to privacy. I’ve no idea what you might have to unpack. It could be some sort of sex swing.” His smile was disarming and made me feel like I was completely naked at his mercy.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know? I suppose you know all there is to know about a sex swing.” He was licking his lips and most likely imagining how I would look spread eagle with my legs wide open in the contraption.

  “I have one in my bedroom. I have it located so that I can look at the lake. I haven’t had much chance to use it with someone of the male persuasion. I don’t want to be presumptuous, but are you interested in being friends with possible benefits? You seem straight-laced, but you never know what is lurking behind closed doors.” I was gauging his reaction and watching him tug at his collar nervously with what was turning out to be some very heated conversation.

  “I have been known to try different things. This storm might be the perfect excuse to be reckless. You can still take back your invitation. I would never want you to feel uncomfortable.” He was charming and his dimples made him irresistible in my eyes.

  “I do tend to gravitate to those with different tastes. I’ve never prescribed to a mundane existence. I do my best to fit outside conventional thought.” He touched my hand and I shivered with his thumb moving across the back of it.

  “I feel it’s necessary to tell you I can get a little crazy when I’m drinking. My clothes have a tendency to come off when tequila is introduced.” I had a bottle I was saving for a special occasion. Getting him naked was the perfect way to make the most out of the storm.

  “I might have a bottle somewhere I can scrounge up.” I swallowed when he cupped my chin and then kissed me with enough passion to melt the snow coming down from the sky.

  His tongue moved effortlessly into my mouth. I was up to the challenge. It was a slow climb to a certain pleasure that was localized between my legs. I had my hand grabbing his hair, hearing him moan and wanting nothing more than to see him in the throes of ecstasy. The kiss lasted for longer than expected and our lips were practically on fire for each other.

  It was a bold attempt to leave me breathless and unable to resist the idea of succumbing to his wild ways. I found myself drawing breath from his body. He was biting my bottom lip hard enough to send signals of pain and pleasure to the pleasure centers of my brain.

  “I hope you didn’t take any offense. Chemistry is very important with potential partners. I thought we could get the kiss out of the way and turn our attention to something more x-rated. Again, I’m taking my cue from you and you can always change your mind whenever you want.” I could see my breath coming out of my mouth and I touched my lips where his mouth had just been.

  “It was highly unexpected, but not unwelcome.” The specimen between his legs had grown considerably stretching down the left side of his pants.

  “I do like the way you are not easily offended. Being politically correct all the time gets tiring. I will be over shortly even if I have to dig a tunnel. I have to say I’m curious about this sex swing you have in your bedroom.” He was trying to wink and failing miserably.

  “I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on what you are sporting. I’m not usually this forward, but it would be nice to have some company during the storm. It doesn’t hurt to have a body that would be my pleasure to uncover one item of clothing at a time.” I was earning my stripes in seduction. It wasn’t my strong suit, but I was finding this awkward exchange to be the highlight of my day.

  “It has been some time since a woman has touched me. Is six months too long?” His confession made me gawk at him incredulously. It didn’t seem possible for him to be on the shelf for that long without somebody taking advantage of him.

  I reached out and grabbed the piece of pipe unbreakable in my hand. There was no give and the thickness made me wonder how it would feel stuffing my mouth full. I trembled at the very thought of spreading my legs to welcome him into the warm caress of my sex.

  “Some things have changed in that time. I will be happy to show you what you need to know. I’m sure you will be a quick study in my hands.” I was squeezing and feeling it flex back against me. It had to be 9-inches. I was being conservative.

  “I really have no idea what I’m getting into. You are not like the other women I have been with in the past. You have no problem saying what is on your mind without a filter. It’s very refreshing and somewhat terrifying at the same time. I won’t be deterred easily and there’s very little that shocks me.” I saw the strange man walking down the street and this time he did look up with his eyes vacant of any emotion.

  “I should get back to my unpacking before time gets away from me. Don’t tell me what we are having for supper. I want to be surprised. I’m actually looking forward to what is on the menu for dessert more than I am about the main meal.” I stopped him and was letting my fingers do the walking.

  “I know I shouldn’t ask, but can I see it?” He looked around as if he was expecting someone to witness this exchange.

  “It’s snowing pretty heavy and it’s not like there are a lot of neighbors. If you really want to see it, then you are going to have to do the honors. It gets me fucking hot to think of you unzipping me right here with the snow falling around us.” This public display was meant for my private viewing, but it was pretty damn daring.

  “Never say something you don’t mean.” It was freezing outside, but his cock was warming me up to the idea of seeing him in the flesh.

  “Darby, I don’t think you really know what you’re asking of me.” I unzipped his pants and pulled out what could’ve had its own zip code. It was enormous with that one long vein down the back quite pronounced.

  “I have to say this thing is more than a mouthful. I could easily see if I could swallow the whole thing right here, but I want to leave some of the mystery alive for when you come over for supper.” I did slap the head and watch it bounce up and down. It almost reminded me of an obscene bobble doll.

  He put it back in his pants, but now that I had seen it up close and personal there was no way that I couldn’t follow through with the rest of my plan. He was going to be subjected to a woman who hadn’t been with a man in almost a year. He had no idea what extreme thoughts were going to become a reality. I was going to use him as my personal living toy.

  The view from behind, while he was walking across the fresh powder of snow on the ground, was nothing compared to what I had seen from the front

  I went back inside and found my studio with a blank canvas in the center of the room.

  The light was out and I heard somebody cursing. I went to the window and pulled back the curtains to see him struggling with two industrial size garbage bags. He did mention something about starting over.

  One of them came undone. I got on my feet with my hand trembling at my mouth. I was positive I was seeing a human hand before he stuffed it back inside. He looked up at me in the window and waved like it was nothing.

  Chapter three

  He was fashionably late and I was tempted to call the whole thing off, but I didn’t want to raise his suspicions. Any interest in sleeping with him was now overshadowed by my overactive imagination. I put on a brave face by opening up the door to greet him in nothing but an apron.

  I turned to go back into the kitchen and heard a cat call of a whistle coming from behind me. I wiggled my butt and then bent over to give him a reminder of what was waiting for him for dessert.

  “I will be in the kitchen for another hour. Make yourself more comfortable and I will bring you a drink. Don’t get any naughty ideas about putting your hands on me before we finish dinner. This sense of anticipation is ripe with sexual tension. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it.” I heard him pulling open the closet to put his coat away.

  “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to ruin what is possibly going to be the best night of my life. Are you going to give m
e a hint about what is for supper? I know I said I want to be surprised, but I’m as giddy as a young boy at Christmastime.” I had cooked a Turkey dinner, but I had made sure to cook it slowly to give me time to investigate further what I had seen.

  “Take a deep breath and tell me what you smell.” The aroma was a holiday favorite in anyone’s household that celebrated traditional Christmas values.

  “I love Turkey with all the trimmings. It does make me sleepy, but we both know the reason for that.” It was the Turkey’s last revenge to leave potential diners struggling to keep their eyes open. A couple of glasses of wine and it would be possible to be lights out for the foreseeable future.

  “There’s going to be mashed potatoes, fresh turnip, a medley of vegetables, and a supply of stuffing courtesy of my own recipe. Of course, there will be homemade cranberry sauce.” I had spied the broken window in his home courtesy of vandalism. It had been boarded up, but it was an easy access to the basement and into the house.

  My basement was a straight line to his not more than 12-feet in length through the snow. My boots and jacket were stored by the window in the basement. I needed to make sure I wasn’t going to be interrupted. I was going to do everything in my power to have him snoring loudly within the hour.

  “I was going to open up the bottle of wine you brought with you, but I think I have something far better for a night like this. I got this for those cold nights when all you want to do is curl up with a good book next to the fire.” I had my hands behind my back and I produced a bottle of brandy.

  “I can sit by the fire and warm the brandy by getting it close to the flame. I can’t say I don’t like being pampered, but I feel that I could be of more use in the kitchen. I can’t promise to be on my best behavior, but I don’t think you would want it any other way.” I sat with him for a moment sharing the tranquility and the sound of the storm picking up speed outside.

  The streets were already impassable and the plows tended to come around hours after the storm had subsided.

  I looked into his eyes and I didn’t see a stone cold killer looking back at me. He seemed reserved with just the hint of a kinky bone in his body. I was ready to have him shed the layers of his clothing, but I was getting ahead of the game.

  “This is the kind of romantic atmosphere every woman wants from their significant other. Men get complacent and fail to realize it’s the small things that matter. A kiss of appreciation and a rose for no reason goes a long way. The bottle of wine was a nice touch.” There was a bottle of change sitting majestically on the mantle of the fireplace. The many dimes and quarters shined in the glow of the crackling fire.

  “I was never good at being romantic, but I do know how to learn from my mistakes. She was always trying to remind me to go beyond my marriage obligations. I don’t want to bring you down with talk about my failed marriage. I would rather concentrate on you and maybe you can tell me what made you become an artist.” I swallowed hard realizing there was no talk about my professional life.

  “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation, but how could you possibly know what I do for a living? I haven’t said anything unless something slipped that I don’t remember saying.” I didn’t dare look at him. I was a bit afraid of how he was going to react to being interrogated.

  “I’ve always been a study of fingers. I see the faint discoloration of some kind of paint. I would say it’s water based and most likely used on a canvas with light touches of a brush to create some kind of masterpiece.” Every time his drink was down about half way, I would refill it to keep him from realizing how much he was consuming.

  “I guess I’ve always had an artist’s mentality. I love creating something with my bare hands and seeing it appreciated for no intrinsic value. I auction my stuff off to the highest bidder. It’s always a surprise at how much they go for on the open market.” I did enjoy talking about my work, but most would fade out after a few sentences.

  I had his undivided attention and there was a real interest to learn more.

  “There are many forms of art and it’s all subjective. Are you working on anything right now that I might be able to take a look at? I know how an artist feels their work is private until the finishing touches are put on. I would like to share the vision you have by looking you in the eyes when I look at it.” I had a dream so big and loud I had no choice but to scream it by making the public see me through the images on the canvas.

  “You have an interesting way of looking at art. I am working on a commissioned piece for an anonymous client. I don’t even know the client’s identity. He apparently has been watching me for quite some time. He reached out to a gallery owner to find me. I never considered my stuff to be special, but others are quick to contradict my statement.” I found him easy to talk to and there wasn’t a cloud of disinterest over his eyes.

  “This place does have charm. Architecture has been a hobby of mine for as long as I can remember. The mosaic glass is indicative of a long forgotten era. If I were to guess, I would say this place was built in the fifties. I might even go so far as to say the twenties. The wood floors are easily a feature hard to ignore. The banister leading to the second floor was made by someone who took pride in their work.” The apron was doing very little to hide the natural wonders of the world.

  “I’ve always found myself fascinated by things that are unique. In a world of mass production, it is a breath of fresh air when you find something unspoiled. It made me cringe to think of somebody else getting their hands on this property. I can’t afford to buy it, but I can rent it for as long as I please. I would be happy to give you a tour of the place.” The reason why it wasn’t selling was the location and lack of bedrooms for family’s looking to uproot for a simple kind of living.

  “I can agree with that. I’ve been coming here every summer. I lost sight of what was important in my life. I became someone I didn’t recognize in the mirror.” I walked ahead of him.

  He could easily see my nude posterior. He didn’t try to touch me even though I was sure he wanted to.

  “Some people wouldn’t like the bathroom straight out of the seventies. They would want to change things and the owner has no interest in renovating. I find it functional and the bathtub quite comfortable after I’m done working for the day. I would call myself a bargain hunter. What this place lacks more than makes up for with a quiet pace of living.” There was only one bedroom not including the attic where my studio was located.

  “The lake shimmers from up here even with the fresh powder of snow. It’s perfect for the holidays. The skiing is fantastic and you don’t have to go any more than a few miles to find a suitable location.” He knew the area better than I did and some of his stories gave me a reason to trust him.

  “We should get out of here. I don’t know if we can be trusted in this room together without doing something about the heat between us.” There is a basement, but it’s mostly for storage. There’s also an attic and that’s where the magic happens.” I had turned the phrase to indicate where my art was conceptualized.

  We ran up a set of stairs quite narrow and I turned on the light to let him see the sparse surroundings. The wet paint brushes and the blank canvas was the only thing he could see. I was reluctant to share with him my work until I finished what I started.

  “Darby, this place is one of those rare gems you barely see anymore.” He was still drinking and I was carrying the bottle of brandy to make sure he never saw the bottom of his glass.

  “You look a little unsteady on your feet.” I led him back down the stairs and he sat down in the same chair he was in, before following me on the tour.

  “You don’t have to get me drunk to have your way with me. I would rather be here with you than intoxicated in a way that prevents me from performing to your expectations.” His words were slurred and he was having trouble making sense of what was going on around him. I knew the signs better than anyone how close he was to becoming unconscious.

  The brandy warmed a
t his fingertips was making him feel the effects running through his veins. His eyes were heavy and he could barely keep his eyes open. His hand with the brandy in it slumped over the side of the chair. I grabbed it from his hand preventing one single drop from spilling onto the freshly stripped old wood floors.

  I very carefully placed it on the coffee table and took the comforter off the couch to drape it over him. He looked so peaceful. I couldn’t imagine him having malevolent thoughts. I had to know what exactly I had seen before going any further. I avoided those boards on the floor which creaked when I walked over them.

  I held my breath and found the door already open to the basement. I left it open and slipped into the darkness with a flashlight clutched in my hands. The only light was coming from the kitchen and there was no way he could see it from where he was next to the fireplace.

  I put on my winter clothes, glancing back one more time before I opened the window to the chill of the snow smacking me in the face. It was already halfway up the windowpane. I grabbed the ladder purposely placed near the wall for easy access.

  Chapter four

  It wasn’t easy making my way through the snow. I didn’t want to leave any sign of being on his property. Mother Nature was taking care of that. Each step was covered by the very thick flakes falling from the sky. It was a dismal evening, but there was something magical like a winter wonderland exposed in front of me.

  I had to clear out a path around the window that was boarded over. The snow was fluffy and was easy to move with only my hands and my boots. The kitchen light gave me enough to see what I was doing. I had a hammer and I used the claw to pull off a couple of boards before realizing there was no way I was going to get through without removing them all.

  It was rather time-consuming. I was mildly worried that he was going to wake up to find me missing. I couldn’t risk getting caught in the act, but I had come too far to go back. The answers were so close that I could almost taste them.