Broken: A Mountain Man's Romance

by Mia Ford, Bella Winters

I thought about keeping that detail to myself, but that would make the whole situation worse. If she was coming clean about everything, then I needed to be honest with her and myself about my feelings concerning this situation. The way that I was bred was trying to make me hate this information, but the person inside of me found it arousing and exciting. My cock was rock solid, and there was no hiding it from Jessica. She was lying right on top of me. She raised up slightly and looked down at the bulge in my pants, swinging her long red hair behind her and lifting her eyebrows at me. She slowly started to smile and shifted down next to me in the hammock, her nipples getting hard under her shirt.

  She moved her hand down my chest and to the bulge in my pants, pausing for a moment before beginning to press down and rub up and down. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the palm of her hand rubbing up and down my cock, bringing it to the point of throbbing. She continued to rub, her hand getting faster and more aggressive as the moments passed. I opened my eyes and stared down at her, watching her eyes darken and her lips quiver. I was getting to the point of no return, and my breath had turned into a fast pant.

  “Stop,” I said in a breathless tone. “We can’t do anything to remedy this, and you are going to give me blue balls. There is no reason to even get this started. I already want to fuck the hell out of you, and it’s going to get really uncomfortable for me in a few minutes.”

  I wanted to throw caution to the wind, to just go crazy and fuck my wife right there in that hammock, but everyone was below us, doing whatever they were doing. I wasn’t the kind of guy that threw caution to the wind like that. It was pounded into my head that I had to keep a certain level of personal privacy. Fucking in a hammock in front of everyone wasn’t my idea, or anyone’s idea, of personal privacy.

  “That’s not true,” Jessica said with mischief in her eyes. “We can do whatever we want, whenever we want.”

  I looked up at her and stopped, hearing the words that she was saying. Could I accept that? Could I really just do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to do it? Could I fuck my wife, and maybe even someone else’s wife, on the floor of a snowed-in cabin on vacation? Everything was so confusing, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach or the desire that was eating me alive. Something was going to have to give, and it might be my cock inside of my wife, next to everyone else.

  Chapter 17

  Kristin

  I leaned back, nestling into the circle of Jason’s arms, feeling his strength wrapped around my body. The room had gotten so warm and comfortable with the fire blazing and the kitchen still cooling from the cooking we had done for lunch. The alcohol, combined with the sex I already had that day, had made me feel very relaxed. I hadn’t been that relaxed for a very long time, and it felt good to be surrounded by the people I loved. I looked across the room at Matt and Amber, who were cuddling on another couch. I could still remember when Amber met Matt. She was completely enamored. That was when the first of us dropped out of our group, but I wasn’t mad. I wanted Amber to be happy, and it was obvious that she and Matt were perfect for each other.

  The hammock containing Austin and Jessica was swaying gently above us, and I could hear them whispering softly to each other, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jessica was the one that had shocked me when she left the group, even with Austin chasing after her. Jessica, when she had a fire in her, didn’t stop something that she really enjoyed, and she really enjoyed Jason and me. When she met Austin, though, he started a whole new fire in her, and she ran off as fast as she could to be in his arms. Of course, that didn’t upset me, either, seeing that she had truly found what moved her.

  Jason looked at me and smiled, swirling his drink around in his glass. I smiled back and sat up, rolling my neck and my shoulders. I was starting to lose my momentum, falling into the comfort of relaxation, when I much more preferred the comfort of Jessica and Amber. I had planned this out for so long. There was no way I could let the opportunity pass by without doing everything I could to get them on the bandwagon with us, even if it was just for today, just there in that swinger’s cabin in the woods.

  I stood up, walked over to the window, and stared out at the white blanket that made it impossible to even see the trees. The storm was still raging just as hard, but it would likely let up before too long, and everyone would want to go back to the resort. The resort was where we would all split up into our own rooms and the likelihood of getting us all back in one place would be lost. I knew the reality of going back into life would knock any thoughts of swinging right out of the others’ minds. The clock was starting to tick down, and I knew that this would be the best opportunity that I had to make my fantasy become a reality. It was definitely time to kick things into high gear.

  I smiled at my instant determination and headed into the kitchen to dig around in the liquor cabinet for our next round of liquid fun. Apparently, the people that frequented the cabinet didn’t really like mixed drinks and had a serious obsession with expensive whiskey and Scotch. I pulled all the bottles down and surveyed what I was working with. There must have been five grand worth of liquor there, but not the usual stuff I was used to. Scotch was all well and good if you were sitting around, sipping your alcohol and reminiscing about the tax break you got on your million-dollar estate, but we were in need of something a little less pretentious. If I wanted to get the fam into party mode and loosen up those inhibitions, I was going to need something with a little more sweetness and more of a hidden kick to it. I wanted them to throw them back until I could wiggle some more of those hidden passions out of all of them.

  I picked up the rum and walked over to the fridge, throwing it open and grabbing the cherries and the soda out of the fridge. It wasn’t a fancy drink, but it would definitely go down easily and give them a bit of sugar rush to keep going. I pulled down six glasses and then dug through the different drawers, looking for things to add to the drinks. When I opened the last drawer, I pulled out a deck of cards, smiling at the luck of it all. Some sweet, rum-based drinks and a deck of cards were definitely some good tools to get everyone’s interest.

  I mixed up the drinks and tried them out, pretty proud of myself for my amateur bartending skills. I grabbed a tray out of the cabinet and piled them on, carefully balancing myself as I returned to the main room and sat them down on the table. No one had seemed to notice that I had gone anywhere, except Jason who was watching me closely, knowing I had revamped my plan. He smiled and shook his head, drinking the rest of the Scotch in his glass and stretching. I loved that he liked to watch me work. It was incredibly arousing.

  “Okay, family,” I said, clapping my hands and turning around to the room. “Nap time is over. It is now time for Amber’s favorite game, poker!”

  Everyone started to sit up, and Jessica poked her head over the edge of the hammock, rocking it back and forth. The excitement on her face was almost comical, and it made me feel like maybe this wasn’t a dead end after all. I should have known these girls would be all about livening up the party and making the most of being snowed-in. Amber stood up and straightened her top, shaking her head and laughing.

  “I am terrible at poker,” she said. “Besides, we don’t have any chips to bet with. I left my purse at the resort, so penny poker is out of the question, and I am not giving you my debit information.”

  “Yeah,” Jessica groaned, climbing out of the hammock and down the ladder on the wall. “What fun is poker if we aren’t in a serious match of trying to kick each other’s ass? You know how competitive we can get at these things. I distinctly remember a game of monopoly that ended in a fire.”

  “Oh God.” I laughed. “Let’s not go there. That was totally a fluke. Someone gave me tequila, and there was already a bonfire going. You make it sound like I set fire to the board in the middle of the living room or something.”

  “I wouldn’t have put it past you.” Jason chuckled, taking a drink.

  “Okay, all of that is besid
e the point,” I said, putting up my hands up. “As far as chips, I clearly remember that you, Miss Amber, had no problem betting your clothes once upon a time.”

  “I want to play,” Jessica said, jumping onto the floor, dusting off her hands. “I have always been really good at poker. I will whip y’alls ass at it. Austin is really good, too.”

  “I’m down,” he said, poking his head over the edge of the hammock.

  “So, get your ass down here.” I laughed, sitting down at the large round table. “Let’s get this shit going, Las Vegas style.”

  “Yes,” Jessica said excitedly. “Come on, Amber, it’ll be fun. Stop being a spoil sport.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” she said, walking over and sitting down next to Jessica.

  The guys slowly meandered over and sat down at the table, taking one of the rum drinks and gulping it just like I wanted. I looked around the room and smiled as I dealt the first round of poker, giggling as Jessica held her cards up to her face and peered over them, acting like she was on a super-secret mission. Austin seemed to be a bit more relaxed, and I could see him rubbing Jessica’s lower back while passing glances over at my tits. Maybe he wasn’t going to be so hard to get to, after all.

  We played several hands, and Amber lost every single one. I waited for her to start taking her clothes off, but she gave an excuse just like I expected. She rambled something off about it being too cold to take off her clothes while glancing nervously over at Matt. I was going to have to come up with some other idea to get our clothes off.

  “I know, let’s gamble with drinks instead of clothes,” Jason said, smiling at me. “Losers have to drink, and the winner doesn’t.”

  We played a few more hands, and I laughed as Amber struggled through it, losing every single hand. After the last one, we all chanted loudly as she gulped down another rum drink, slamming the glass down on the table and shaking her head. I knew she was about to tap out.

  “Okay, I can’t play this game anymore,” she said, putting her hands up in the air. “It is not fair. I never get a good hand.”

  “Or you don’t know what a good hand is when you have one.” Matt laughed.

  “Okay, why don’t we play something else then?” Jessica asked. “Something that isn’t skill or luck based to make the playing field a bit fairer.”

  “I know,” I said, jumping up. “Let’s play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ It’s not luck based, it’s not skill based, and it is really easy to answer the questions. If you are brave enough, that is.”

  “I don’t know,” Jason said. “Jessica never liked that game because she didn’t like everyone to know she had a small obsession with her vibrator when she was in college. Wait, what did you name it?”

  “Conrad,” Austin said with a smirk.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Jason said, pointing at him.

  “Ugh, what are we in high school?” Jessica asked, rolling her eyes.

  “I don’t know the game,” Austin said.

  “What? You have never played ‘Never Have I Ever?’” I was completely blown away.

  “I had kind of a sheltered life growing up.” He chuckled. “And it’s not really a game we play sitting around the conference room at the White House. I am pretty sure the secrets in that room would start the next World War. As a teen, I spent my time studying and going to the country club with the guys. We didn’t really have sleepovers and giggle time.”

  “Okay, here are the rules,” Matt said, groaning. “We take turns saying something that we have never done. Anyone who has done that has to take a drink. If you lie, you drink double. For example, I would say something like, ‘Never have I ever fucked an old lady,’ to which Jason would have to take a drink. Otherwise, he would have to down his whole glass.”

  “It depends on what you consider an old lady,” Jason said, smiling.

  “Gross, dude,” Matt said, shaking his head.

  “Okay, now we absolutely have to play it since Austin doesn’t even know what it is,” I said.

  This was an excellent way to get everyone in the mood, but only if the conversation took the right turn. I pulled everyone over to the couches by the fire and sat down on the ledge of the fireplace. This was definitely going to be what changed my plan for the better, but I had to be the one to start this thing off in order to direct it where I wanted it to go.

  “Alright,” I said, quieting everyone down. “I am going to start things off. Never have I ever had sex on a train.”

  “Leave it to Kristin to start it off with sex.” Amber giggled.

  “What kind of game would it be if I didn’t?” I asked, winking at Jason.

  Sex was what it was all about.

  Chapter 18

  Matt

  Amber and I both glanced in each other’s direction before shrugging and taking a drink of our cocktails. If I was going to play the game, I might as well be honest about everything. At least this answer included my wife in it and not any of my pre-marriage partners. Kristin’s eyes widened, and she sat back smiling coyly.

  “Okay, no, I have got to hear the story behind this one.” She laughed. “I am assuming since the two of you drank at the same time that you were involved in the same sexcapade. Come on then, spill the details. Inquiring minds want to know. And no lying, or I will go make you an extra-strong drink.”

  “It’s not that crazy of a story,” I said, laughing. “Amber and I were heading back home from my parents’ house when we used to live back east. It was late at night, and the train car was pretty much empty. It was, I think, Christmas night, so everyone was home already. It had been a really long visit with my family, and we were pretty exhausted.”

  “And horny,” Amber pointed out.

  “Yeah, and horny.” I laughed. “We had spent the entire weekend in separate bedrooms at my parents’ house because we weren’t married yet, and they are very conservative people. We lived together at that point, but it didn’t matter to them because we weren’t legal. It was annoying and uncomfortable to say the least, but we did our best and made due with it, knowing it was only for the weekend. So, once we were alone on the train, all that sexual tension just came spilling out. We were touching, groping, kissing, and then we just decided to go for it. Amber was wearing a dress, and she climbed onto my lap, pulling out my dick from my pants and draping her skirt over me to conceal what we were doing, even though I am pretty sure it was obvious anyway.”

  “It was,” Amber said. “I could see the reflection in the train window.”

  “We started out fucking really slowly and super quietly, not wanting to attract any attention to ourselves,” Matt said with blushed cheeks. “We have never really been the kind of people to have sex in public. I guess when you need it, you need it. When the car door at the far end of the train car opened, I skillfully set Amber down and tucked my cock back in so that the conductor wouldn’t catch us. He came by, said hello, checked our tickets, and all the usual stuff they did.”

  “It was excruciating.” Amber laughed.

  “Once he left the car, though, it was on,” Matt replied. “Amber gave no shits and hopped back on top of me, and we fucked like wild people until both of us finally came.”

  Everyone looked around at each other, and Kristin whistled loudly shaking her head. Jason started clapping and laughing, and it made me feel kind of good that the most daring people in the room were impressed. I reached over and took Amber by the hand and winked at her.

  “I have always wanted to fuck on a train, but I have yet to have the chance,” Jason said. “Maybe our next trip should be a train ride across the country. We could fuck in every state.”

  “I like that,” Kristin said, leaning forward as Jason kissed her cheek.

  “What about the subway trains?” Amber lifted her eyebrows. “I mean, you live in New York City. You have a subway station on like every single corner.”

  “Nah, those things are always way too crowded,” Jason said.

  “And disgusting,” Kristin scof
fed. “I mean, I do have boundaries, even if they are small. At the same time, though, I don’t give a damn about crowds. You guys know this. I think Jason needs to get the balls up to fuck me on the subway train when we get back. I’ll get some disinfectant and a towel for us to sit on. It has to be packed, though. Like end of the work day packed. None of that four in the morning bullshit.”

  Everyone burst into laughter, watching the giddy interactions between Kristin and Jason. Though they were taking it as a joke, for some reason, I had this sneaking suspicion that Kristin was not joking at all. Visions of Kristin getting fucked doggie style on a subway train flooded my mind, and I could feel my dick twitching in my pants. Kristin was so damn wild and uninhibited. There was definitely a really big part of me that wanted to bend her over and fuck her. I knew that submission wasn’t her thing, though, and she would throw me down and ride me like a cowgirl until I bust a nut all over her. That was incredibly hot to think about, and I wondered if Jason would be down to let me fuck his wife. They had the most interesting relationship of anyone that I knew. It was one thing to want your wife to feel the most pleasure possible, but it was a different thing to be completely aroused watching another man fuck her.

  Amber and I had a really strong relationship—we always had—but I wasn’t sure that the two of us could have an open relationship like that. I could barely imagine her in her college days with those three, much less imagine letting another man climb on top of her and fuck her until she screamed out in pleasure. I wasn’t possessive in any way, but there was something about letting that fear go and watching it happen at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I was aroused, irritated at the thought, or both, but there was some serious tension in my chest.

  It was my turn to give the next “Never have I ever” statement. There were more than enough things that I hadn’t done, but I knew that everyone was looking for me to carry on the conversation in the risqué column. It was hard for me to bring myself out of my private mindset and open up to everyone, even if I had known them my whole life.