Swiped Right by the Mountain Man (The Mountain Men of Linesworth Book 6)

by Frankie Love

  But as I bring my mouth to Winnie’s pretty cunt, I pray God will forgive me for my transgressions. I vow to make amends for all the wrongs in my life while worshipping this perfect pink pussy.

  “Ohh, Wyatt,” she moans as I run my tongue over her slit. She is so wet, so ready, that it takes all my self-control to not fill her with my hard and ready cock, here and now.

  But no. I will take my time. I will make her do more than moan my name. I’ll make her scream until she’s hoarse; until her legs shake, and her pussy trembles with exhaustion. Then I will fuck her the way she wanted the moment she pulled up Timber and swiped right.

  “God, you taste so fucking good,” I tell her, massaging her thighs as I suck her throbbing clit. “So good.”

  Pussy juice drips from her cunt, and I bury my mouth against her until she is clawing the mattress with her fingers and until my beard is nestled so tightly against her that her pussy can’t help but be tickled into submission.

  “More,” she begs. “Make me come harder.”

  I like that she knows what she wants. I press a finger against her warm entrance, then another. I kneel before her and begin finger fucking her tight little hole, watching her squirm the whole time. God, I’ve died and gone to heaven. There’s no other way to explain how this night has gone. Winnie is a goddamn angel and tonight, she is all mine.

  She begins to come the way she wanted, her pussy walls tightening against my hands as I work her creamy slit up and down. My fingers are coated in her come and I love the way it feels to touch her most tender, intimate places.

  “Come in me,” she whispers. “Right now.”

  I grab a condom, sliding it on quickly, my aching cock is ready for her tight pussy. I lower myself to her, cradling her exquisite body in my arms. I look deeply into her eyes as my cock begins to fill her.

  “Ohh,” she whimpers as I move deeper inside her tight opening. “You’re so big, Wyatt.”

  “That I am.”

  She’s smiles, a delirious smile you only ever get when you’re being fucked hard and good.

  We move together, finding a rhythm and a pace that both brings us to the edge, and keeps us going farther and farther to our limits. “I’m so close,” she says, pressing her forehead to my shoulder, holding on to me.

  “Me too, Winnie, so fucking close.”

  When we come, it’s loud and desperate and so damn good that I’m stunned. For the first time in my life, my cock has been really, truly satisfied. And that’s saying something. When I look down in Winnie’s eyes, I know it’s the first time she’s ever been satisfied so deeply, too.

  “What was that?” she asks, shaking her head as I roll over to her side.

  “Perfection,” I say, running a hand over her body. I want to hold her tight against me all night. Forever. “Will you go out with me, Winnie?” I ask, even knowing I shouldn’t. She asked for no-stings, but damn, I can’t have an experience like that and walk away from it.

  “What?” She props herself up on her elbow. “Go where?”

  “Like on a date. A real, proper date.”

  “You want to go on a date with me?” she asks, seemingly perplexed.

  “I do. Really fucking badly.”

  She smiles, pulling a sheet over her body. I push it away. “Don’t,” I say. Let me enjoy the view.”

  She obliges, a satisfied smile on her face. “As you wish.”

  “Now, about the date. Will tomorrow afternoon work?”

  She laughs. “Wyatt, I don’t know anything about you.”

  “You know I’m a good lay.”

  She rolls her eyes. “True. So, what would we do on this supposed date?”

  “We’d go on a hike, the one on the back side of Sugar Mountain.”

  She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t hike. Especially not a six-mile hike full of switchbacks.”

  “Really? Living in Linesworth? I thought it was a prerequisite.”

  She shrugs. “I hate exercise. I mean, I am all about healthy living, but working out? Blah.” She makes a face. “I only ever go to the gym for the sauna.”

  “Really? But you’re so fit.”

  “Probably because I’m a health food freak.”

  I nod, thinking maybe we’ve found common ground. Though I can’t really imagine dating someone this opposed to exercise.

  “Then forget the hike,” I say. “We could get some charcoal and I can grab some steaks from the grocery store. We can grill those up and hang out, maybe--”

  She cuts me off. “No way. I don’t do meat. I’m a vegan. And I can’t believe you’d buy steaks at the grocery store in town anyways. They don’t carry any organic meat. I know, because my sister is a carnivore and I’ve lectured her about it.”

  I laugh. “Really? Don’t you think organic is just an invention by Whole Foods?

  Her jaw drops. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

  I shake my head, incredulous. “I just can’t believe you’re that kind of girl.”

  “What kind of girl is that?” She pulls the sheet up and I know I’ve put my foot in my mouth.

  “Nothing, I just mean, I’m hard-core paleo. Meat is kinda my main course. And I’m a CrossFit trainer. So, hiking and exercise, it’s not only how I make a living, but it’s my life philosophy.”

  “Life philosophy?” She snorts. “Eating baby cows is a belief system now?”

  “Yeah, it is,” I say, feeling defensive. “And so is CrossFit. I’m getting ready to open a gym here in Linesworth.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Yeah, I’m just waiting on some funding but it’s the plan. The dream. Let me guess, you own a vegan snack bar?”

  Her eyes go wide with shock. “First of all, not a snack bar. A juice bar. And not yet. I’m waiting for funding too. But secondly, you live here?”

  Not understanding her aggression toward that concept of where I reside, I scoff. “Yeah, why?”

  She sits up in the bed. “So, let me get this straight, the one-night-stand with an out of towner I’ll never see again was actually with a man living in Linesworth, who happens to be a macho, meat-eating, cave dweller who thinks a fun time is killing yourself just to reach the top of a mountain pass?”

  I run a hand over my beard. “Yes, to all of the above. Now, let me get my facts in order. The girl of my dreams who I’m fucking falling for after a few hours, is actually a judgmental vegan hippy who pulverizes wheatgrass and would rather drink her calories than put in some sweat equity?”

  She shakes her head, and damn, she looks gorgeous as she does. She may be certifiable, but she is something else too. I think I could get past all the other stuff if it meant I could look into her eyes forever.

  Fuck it, I know I could.

  But she is already standing from the bed, reaching for her clothes. “This was a mistake,” she says, not meeting my eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to get personal. It was supposed to be fun.”

  “It can be fun,” I try, so badly wanting a rewind button.

  “No, it can’t Wyatt. We are fundamentally at odds. This is a disaster.”

  “Give me a chance. Go on a date with me,” I say, shocking myself with my vulnerability.

  “I don’t see how it would work,” she says, zipping up her little black dress. “Which sucks because you are seriously the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”

  Then she leaves, without looking back.

  I may be a player, but I know boundaries when I see them. Windsor needs space and I’ll give it to her. I’m not going to push myself on her--not after sleeping with her.

  But damn, it kills me to see the woman of my dreams walk away.

  Chapter 6

  Windsor

  The last week has been excruciating.

  Mostly because I toss and turn all night thinking about Wyatt. About his hard chest, his thick beard. The way he made me orgasm so freaking hard.

  It’s obvious by the circles under my eyes, that I am a tortured mess. When my mom calls, I try my best to
sound chipper, but the moment I realize what the phone call is about.

  “I told you, Winnie,” she says. “Weeks ago. You have to come. Your father is the chairman of the event and your sister and Kodiak are out of town. We need you there.”

  I pace my apartment, thinking I don’t have to do anything. I’m a grown woman.

  But she is right. I have to go, and not just because my father is a long-standing lawyer in this community who just so happens to have offered to be a silent investor in my business if I can pony up the rest of the funding myself.

  The event she is referring to is the Business Association of Linesworth Annual Auction, and since I’m hoping to open a juice bar in the next few months, I know how good it would be to make connections. I already know that I’ll be up against some hurdles because of my age.

  “It’s at six, right?” I say, already looking through my closet for a dress that looks both professional and cute.

  “That’s what the tickets say. I got you a pair of them, don’t you remember? Honestly Win, what’s gotten into you this week? You’re always so on the ball?”

  I swallow. “I’m assuming Kensie told you Mark and I broke up?”

  “What? She didn’t say a word.”

  I fall on my bed, hating that this conversation is happening. “Yeah, he cheated on me, that lying sack of--”

  Mom cuts me off. “Winnie, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. But you know he will be here tonight.”

  I groan remembering. “He’s the emcee, isn’t he?”

  “Yes. So, maybe... Oh dear. This will be awkward.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” I say digging deep for confidence. “I’m fine. Actually, I already have a date, so no worries here. Just make sure we aren’t seated by one another.”

  “You do?” I can practically hear my mother’s mind reeling.

  “Yeah,” I say feigning nonchalance. “The guy is great. We actually went out last week.”

  “Well, that’s wonderful, Windsor. You know, dear, I really wish you’d share more about your life with me. I always feel like I’m ten steps behind.”

  I choke back a laugh. She thinks she’s behind? I just invented a date on the spot. But there is no way I’m going to let Mark get the best of this night. I need to meet the other business owners in town, and I won’t let him and his smug smile ruin that.

  Hanging up I bury my face in my pillow. Now, what am I supposed to do? Go on Timber and find a date? No, that would invite way too many unknowns into the equation.

  Biting my nails, I realize the one man I do know would make Mark feel inferior.

  Wyatt. The biggest hulk of a man I’ve ever met.

  But going with Wyatt requires me talking to him.

  The memory of how I left the hotel fills my mind. Neither of us was our best selves, so maybe this is a terrible idea. Then I remember his words right before I left. Give me a chance, go on a date with me.

  He wanted a date a few days ago, I guess I need to find out if he’s moved on or if he might still give me a second chance.

  I pull up Timber and send him a direct message. Hey, can we talk?

  He replies immediately. Does right now work?

  As I leave my apartment, I stop and check the mail. Flipping through it as I walk to my car, I pause when I see an envelope from the bank.

  Tearing it open, my heart pounds in my chest as I scan it, seeing that it is the final decision on whether or not I can get the loan. Hope flares through me as I look it over.

  My face falls as I read the words: LOAN REQUEST DENIED

  Hot tears fill my eyes and I pull open my car door, not wanting to be standing on the sidewalk and be seen crying. Linesworth may be a great place to live, but gossip travels fast. I don’t want Mark to know I’m crying over this.

  I know it’s not Mark’s fault. He wasn’t the banker processing my loan application because it would be a conflict of interest. But it feels personal. It feels like the rug was just pulled out from under me.

  I push the key in the ignition more determined than ever to make Mark regret hurting me. Petty, I know, but right now, my dreams were dashed. My dad was willing to pony up half the start-up costs, but it’s not enough to get this business off the ground and there is no way I am going to ask him for more, he already helped with my college tuition.

  Not. I can do this on my own.

  How, exactly, I’m not quite sure of yet.

  But I will figure it out. Starting by asking Wyatt to be my date tonight.

  I may have been screwed over my ex, and never want to get back together with him, but there is still a level of satisfaction in making him regret his choice.

  I’m about to pull out of my parking space when I pause to wipe my eyes. I don’t want to look like a total mess when I get to the gym where Wyatt told me he is working out.

  My phone pings with a Timber direct message from Wyatt.

  You coming?

  I swallow. Hard. Unable to forget how it felt the last time I came for him.

  And knowing I wouldn’t mind doing that again, no matter how opposite our ideas might be.

  Chapter 7

  Wyatt

  I grunt as I finish a set of reps, thinking about how getting that message from Windsor was the second happiest surprise of the week. Damn, guess she couldn’t stay away after all.

  Finishing my workout in the empty gym, I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my neck just as Windsor is pulling at the front door.

  It’s locked, so I go over and open it for her, immediately noticing her red-rimmed eyes.

  “You okay?” I ask as I step inside.

  “I’m fine,” she says hoarsely, her eyes now darting around the barren warehouse. “Um, where is everyone?”

  “Oh, no else is here. Just you and me.”

  “You work out alone in an abandoned warehouse?”

  I grin, pretty damn proud of this place, but not wanting to get into all that right now. “Yeah. But did you really come here to talk about workouts? If I remember correctly, you aren’t really into those.”

  “True.” She shakes her head. “Sorry I left the way I did last week. We were both just being...”

  “Assholes?”

  “Pretty much.” She groans. “Sorry, Wyatt. I don’t even know if I should be here. I’m kind of all over the place.”

  As she finishes her sentence, her eyes roam over me, taking in my bare chest, my low-slung shorts, the beads of sweat falling down my body.

  She presses her lips. “You’re really sweaty.”

  “That’s true,” I say, stepping toward her. “You wanna come to help me wash up?”

  She snorts, that sexy-as-fuck snort of hers and she rolls her eyes. “Who are you even, Wyatt?”

  “I’m yours.”

  “You mean it?”

  I lift my eyebrows in surprise. Talk about a 180. Last week she swore me off forever.

  “What did you come here for again?” I ask, crossing my arms.

  “I have a favor to ask.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I smirk. “What kind of favor.”

  “Not a sexual favor,” she says, pointing a finger at my chest for emphasis. “A friendly one.”

  I set a hand on her hip. “How friendly?”

  “You are such bad news, Wyatt.”

  “Naw,” I say, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “I’m not so bad.” Then I smile. “Even if I am a cave-dwelling manwhore.”

  “I never said manwhore.”

  “You were thinking it.”

  She cracks a smile. “Fair enough.”

  “So, what kind of friendly favor do you need?”

  “It’s a long shot, but I need a date for the Linesworth Business Association auction tonight.”

  I smile, not letting on that I already have a ticket for that auction. Of course, I do, I’m opening a business in this very town. This very warehouse. That is the first great news I got this week. My loan was approved.

  “Tonight, huh?”

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sp; She nods. “Do you have plans?”

  “Why do you need a date? Can’t you go alone?”

  She bites her bottom lip. “I could, but my ex is gonna be there and I know you and I don’t share a lot of common ground, but I thought if we came as a couple he might get... ugh, it sounds so lame to say out loud.”

  I lower my head, wanting to kiss her lips so badly. “You using me to make him jealous?”

  She nods. “Is that terrible of me?”

  “No, it means you think I’m pretty fucking sexy.”

  She laughs, pushing at my chest. But then, instead of pulling her hand away, she rests it there. “The question was never whether or not I thought you were sexy.”

  “Right, it was my life philosophy that spun you up.”

  She groans. “So, is that a yes or a no?”

  Drawing both her hips closer, I say, “How about if I do this for you, you do something for me?”

  “What’s that?”

  “I need a shower if I’m taking you out tonight.”

  “And how does that involve me?”

  I squeeze her ass. “I thought you were going to help get me nice and clean.”

  Her lips part, the offer posed. “You want me to take a shower with you in exchange for being my date?”

  I exhale, my cock knowing exactly what it wants. Her. But I’m not that guy. I may be a player, but I’m not going to exchange anything for a sexual favor.

  “No, I’ll go with you; no shower required.”

  Then she licks her lips. “But what if I wanted to shower with you?”

  God, this woman is too fucking good to be true. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  “Then I’d say it’s time we both get out of these clothes.”

  The warehouse has a single bathroom installed, but it has a shower, which is all I need right now.

  “You know,” I say, as the hot water runs over our bodies. “For having so many opposing opinions, we seem to fit together quite nicely.”