Stranded: A Mountain Man Romance
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She was walking around, making herself a hot drink. She was wearing one of those short, skimpy nightdresses, with the frilly bits on the top. This one was lemon. I could see her breasts falling from it when she bent slightly. She had taken her hair down, and it was a mass of golden curls down her back.
Stop it, I told myself. You shouldn’t be doing this. You aren’t a stalker. But I couldn’t take my eyes away from the vision of her in that night dress.
Go, I commanded myself.
Back in the house, I reflected that the walk hadn’t calmed me enough for sleep. Now I needed a cold shower.
Gemma
Morning rush had almost cleared.
It hadn’t been a hard breakfast to prepare, eggs, biscuits and gravy. I usually did a variation on those. The cowboys loved a hearty breakfast, and needed the sustenance for all the hard, physical work they did. Mustering all that cattle made a man have a huge appetite.
Lance had certainly woofed his down, asking for seconds. It was good to see him up and about, ready to get stuck back into the running of the ranch. Hank was a great manager, but it wasn’t the same as having the owner here. And it warmed my heart to see that Lance was intending to be hands on. I would have thought lesser of him if he had come back and stayed in the house, ordering from above.
But then, Lance had always been a hands-on kind of guy. My skin glowed at the memory of those hands, large and broad. Smooth, but calloused in all the right places. The kind of hands that made you tingle when they were laid upon you.
Stop it, I told myself. You must stop! I really did need to get myself a cowboy, even if it was only for a night. I had never had a one night stand before, but a woman had needs. It had been so long. And it might stop me thinking about Lance.
Speak of the devil. Here he was, bringing his plate into the kitchen. Always had been a gentleman like that. He wasn’t the kind of guy too proud to clean up after himself.
“Gemma.” He leaned against the kitchen bench as he watched me stack the dishwasher.
“Lance.” I didn’t stop what I was doing for a second. If he wanted to talk to me, he would have to do it as I was working. I had a job to do, after all.
“A group of men and I need to go into the high country to herd some cattle over to Ryan’s Ranch,” he said. “It’ll take a few days. We are going to camp out.”
I nodded as I kept stacking. “Well, have a fine old time.”
He smiled. “I don’t think you understand me.” He paused, looking down at his feet. “We are going to need to be fed on the trip. You’re coming to take care of all that.”
“Me?” I stood up from what I was doing, looking at him. “But the men back here still need to be fed. Can’t you bring some beef jerky?”
He laughed. “It’s hard work. I think we need a bit more than that.”
“But who will take care of the men here?”
“That’s all taken care of. Jessie can step up and do it. She knows how to cook.”
“Yes, she does.” I paused, digesting what he was telling me. “But she’s not used to leading a feed for a large group. Why don’t you take her with you, instead? She’d be better suited to preparing camp fire meals for just a few of you.”
“If I didn’t know better, Miss Gemma, I’d be thinking you were trying to avoid camping out with me.”
I blushed. “It’s not that. You know I love camping. It just seems it would be better…”
He put up a hand, cutting me off. “Bosses orders. Be packed and ready to go by this afternoon. Work out with Jessie what she is going to cook while we’re gone, and get the stuff ready that you’ll need to cook while we’re away.” He walked off.
Well I’d be damned! Seemed to me Lance had decided to play the Big Boss card after all. He could toss around orders with the best of them.
I picked up a tea towel and vigorously wiped a pot.
Camping out. With Lance.
I couldn’t deny that a fission of pleasure had run through me at the very thought. Spending time with him outdoors, under that wide blue sky. Winding up into the mountains, breathing that air. The thought was pretty intoxicating.
I shook my head. It wouldn’t be like that. It was a working trip, after all. We wouldn’t be alone, several other people would be with us. And I had no right to expect anything else.
I thought of the time that I had suggested a camping trip to Jack. Just the two of us, getting away from it all. Re-connecting in nature.
It had never happened, of course. Just like nothing I had suggested to him that we should do together had ever eventuated. It was part of the reason we had broken up.
I blushed at the thought of some other things that I had suggested that we do. Oh well, I had to try. I was fighting to make things better for us, see if there was a way back to each other. But Jack had never been interested. It made me embarrassed thinking about it, but it was the past.
Gone. Over. Done.
I watched Lance through the window, talking with some of the guys. Then they walked off, preparing for the trip, no doubt.
Better get cracking. There was going to be a lot to organise, if I was heading off for a few days. Preparing an easy menu for Jessie to follow while I was gone would be one of them. And making sure I had everything I needed to feed the men while we were away.
I stared out at the window at the sun bursting its way above the mountains. It was going to be a beautiful day.
What it would bring was another matter entirely.
Lance
We set out later that morning. The sun was high, looking like a perfect orb in the clear blue sky.
It felt good to be out, herding. I hadn’t done it in a long time. I still remembered when Pa had first let me tag along when I was a boy. I had pestered him for so long, I think he decided to bring me along on that first trip just to shut me up. It might also have had something to do with Ma’s death, just a month before. He could see I was lost.
I glanced at Gemma, riding ahead of me. She was bouncing on top of the horse like a kid on a trampoline, her ponytail of golden curls swishing from left to right underneath her hat. She sure looked good in those tight denim jeans that she was wearing. The type that left little to the imagination. They grabbed her ass and moulded its shape so well I had to consciously stop myself from staring.
Gemma. I still couldn’t figure her out, even after all this time. Even after everything between us.
She hadn’t acted thrilled to come along on this trip. In fact, she had been trying to get out of it, if I didn’t know any better. Trying every excuse to stay at the ranch. It seemed like she didn’t want to spend time with me.
Did she really blame me for Jack’s death?
That thought was sobering. And the fact that she was so cut up about it. She still loved him.
I tried to let those thoughts go, and get on with the job at hand.
We stopped for a quick lunch, then kept pushing on. We had to lead the cattle through a steep valley and then bring them up the other side before the day was done. Everyone was hot and caked in sweat by the time I called a halt for the day and we started setting up camp.
The men had all wondered off, stretching and relieving themselves, I daresay. Gemma was at the fire, setting up her stuff. I wondered over to her.
“What’s for dinner?” I sat down heavily on a log, drinking thirstily from my canteen.
“Beef stew,” she answered. “Should be ready in about an hour.”
I nodded, not feeling the need to say anything else. It was nice, just being able to stretch out my legs after a day in the saddle. I grimaced slightly as I stretched. I hadn’t ridden for this long in a while, and I was feeling it. Even though I was super fit from being in the Special Forces, you used different muscles riding. I would probably be pretty stiff tomorrow morning.
It was also nice just being near Gemma. Her smell wafted over me, lady sweat, mingled with her deodorant and perfume. It smelt sweeter to me than the perfume of any fancy flower.
She stopped cutting the meat and looked at me. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean, you tried every which way to get out of coming on this trip.” I spat out some water on the fire, making it hiss. “Why?”
“I’ve already told you.” She resumed cutting the meat, hacking at it as if it was about to leap off the chopping board and start walking again. “I thought I was better suited to staying at the ranch.”
“There’s more to it than that,” I countered.
She flung down the knife. “Okay, Lance, what do you want me to say? It makes me nervous to be around you. I don’t know you anymore. It’s weird.”
I looked at her. “You know me plenty, Gemma.” I glanced over the mountains, trying to choose my words carefully. “You probably know me better than anyone else on this god forsaken earth.”
She looked up, startled. I immediately regretted what I said. Too intense, and it smacked of bitterness.
“What about Jack?” She had to bring him in, of course. It was like he was hovering over that camp fire.
“What about him?” I was annoyed. “Why does everything have to come back to Jack?”
“Because it always has!” Her voice had risen. I could see her hands were shaking.
In two strides, I was beside her, putting my arms around her.
She stilled, kind of like a horse just before it is broken. Waiting to see what the next move would be, and if she could dodge it.
I tilted her face up to mine, staring hard into those huge green eyes. I could see myself reflected in them.
“Goddamnit, Gemma, you know what you do to me,” I breathed. Her face was so close to mine. I felt like a snake, being charmed into stillness by that face. In that moment, I couldn’t look away for love or money.
Her lips. Those sensual, lush lips. Made for me.
I kissed her, suddenly. It was warm and sweet. I felt a stab of desire so fierce it nearly knocked me to the ground.
She had stiffened when my mouth found hers, but now, her lips parted in abandon. I grabbed her hair and moulded her head to mine.
I opened her mouth, my tongue moving in. I felt her shudder, from the tip of her head to her toes. She went limp, so much so I had to steady her.
I could hear voices in the distance. Damn! Some of the men were returning. I broke off the kiss, and stared at her.
She looked dazed, as if she had no clue where she was or what was happening.
“People are coming,” I whispered. My voice sounded ragged, even to my own ears.
She came to suddenly, vigorously shaking her head. She looked at me.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered back.
“Let’s not think too much,” I said. “The men will all be back soon. After dinner, meet me at the creek. We can talk then.”
She nodded, just as two of the men sauntered up to the camp, asking what was for dinner. I sat back down, trying not to look at her.
Funny. I had told her to meet me to talk, but talking to her was so far off the agenda of things that I wanted to do with that woman at the moment it wasn’t funny.
Gemma
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Lance had kissed me.
Lance kissed me, I said to myself, over and over. Yet the words seemed pale, somehow. They didn’t capture what had really happened.
A kiss. But oh Lordy, what a kiss. The most mind blowing, bone melting kiss I had ever experienced.
My hands were shaking as I tried to act normal. I finished cutting the meat, and the vegetables. I put it all into the Dutch oven, over the fire. I talked and laughed with the ranch hands as though nothing had occurred out of the ordinary at all.
And the whole time, my mind kept replaying that kiss, like a needle stuck on a record. I tried not to look at him as the night went on. I knew that if I did, my face would betray something.
I had agreed to meet him later. The clock was ticking down to that moment. I yearned for it, but I also dreaded it. The weight of the history between us, or the ghost of Jack, I just didn’t know.
It had been dangerous coming on this trip. I think I knew that, which was why I hesitated about it. Why I had been trying to get out of it. The tension between Lance and myself had been brewing all day when we had been riding. When I had seen him mount his horse that morning, in his jeans and boots, he looked so fine to me I had to take a breath to calm myself. His jeans were old and faded, but fit him like a glove. His buff physique had been accentuated by the tight tee shirt, and his cowboy hat suited him so well it looked like he had been born wearing it.
After dinner, old Hank got his guitar out and started strumming. The men all liked a singalong, I knew that. The night air filled with the sounds of us warbling. I had never been a good singer, so I mumbled along as best I could. Lance, on the other hand, had a voice of gold. He knew all those country ballads so well I reckoned he could set up his own music label. As we finished off singing about how mammas shouldn’t let their boys grow up to be cowboys, the men slapped their laps and hollered. Waylon and Willie would have been proud.
I was laughing so hard I almost wet myself. When I looked up, I couldn’t see Lance anywhere.
He was gone.
I knew it was time. A decision had to be made.
I could sit here with the others, pretending that I hadn’t noticed he was gone. I could pack away the gear, stretch lazily and say good night to everyone, crawling into my tent. Half of me wanted to do just that, ignore what was happening. Stand him up.
He would be disappointed, but he was a gentleman. Always had been. There wouldn’t be a grand scene because of it.
I thought through that scenario, and my heart started to ache at the very thought. No, I would go. It was probably the wrong thing, and it would all end in tears. Mine. But I was compelled. That kiss had shaken me to the very core.
I stood up, stretching. “I might take a walk before I hit the sack,” I commented, to no one in particular.
It wasn’t as if anyone took much notice. Old Hank glanced at me sharply, but maybe I imagined that.
I walked down toward the creek, my ears straining to hear him. I could barely see, and tripped a few times on some river rocks before my eyes grew accustomed to the light.
A low whistle startled me. I turned. He was so close, but I hadn’t known. So much for my survival skills in the wilderness. I could have been attacked by a wild cat before I even knew what had hit me.
“Over here,” he whispered, taking my hand.
I didn’t speak. What was there to say? His hand felt like fire on mine. My stomach started twisting into knots.
He led me to a secluded spot, up river. Then he turned and gestured for me to sit down. I knew instantly why he had chosen it. I sat down, looked up and gasped.
It was like the whole of the universe was spread out before us. The biggest night sky I had ever seen. Millions of stars glittered and twinkled in that vista. I automatically started to count them, before realising it was impossible. New ones started studding the sky every second.
“It’s amazing,” I breathed. I could see Lance smile at my wonder.
“Lay down,” he commanded. “You can see better that way.”
I did what he said, and he lay down by my side. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel him close.
“See the shooting star over there?” He pointed to a far spot in the sky.
I nodded. “It looks so close. Like I could reach up and touch it.”
“Millions of light years away,” he said. I could feel him turn to me. “I used to watch the night sky, when I was so far away from home, in the desert on the other side of the world. It was just as beautiful, but it made me feel very lonely.” He paused, as if he was trying to find the right words. “There’s just something about the sky at night,” he continued. “When you are in the middle of no
where, nothing polluting it, that makes you realise how small you are in the universe.” He paused again. “It also makes you miss home like a mother fucker, too.”
I laughed, it was so unexpected. But that was Lance, sensitive one minute, profane the next. A sexy mix of light and shade.
He found my hand. And we lay there like that for quite a while, staring up at that night sky, holding hands.
I don’t know when it changed, but suddenly I wasn’t noticing the sky anymore. I was acutely conscious of him, lying next to me. His hand in mine.
He turned, like he knew, as well.
It was like two magnets drawing toward each other. Like it couldn’t be helped. Like it was inevitable.
We kissed, long and slow and sexy. It stayed like that for quite a while. Our lips couldn’t get enough.
His hands were in my hair as we twisted into one another. Those big, strong hands.
Then one of them snaked down to my breasts, kneading them into submission, tweaking the nipples. They were already hard in the cold night air, but his touch brought them to quivering peaks.
I felt like molten lava was spilling through me, a fiery liquid that couldn’t be contained. The wetness seeped out of me, so much so that I could feel my panties flooding with it.
I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.
I had been with him before, of course, but we had been so young. He had popped my cherry, and I think I had popped his, too. Both of us experimenting, not knowing what to do. Something told me that Lance knew what to do now.
He was pretty turned on, too. I could feel his cock rock hard against me as he kneaded, grinding into me. His breath was ragged and sharp.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, snaking his way down my body. As though in a dream, I could feel him unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, urgently.
His hands were cold on my thighs as he gazed at me. But I felt so hot it was like a fever itching on my skin.
“You are the goddamn sexiest woman I have ever met,” he breathed. I couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, but even so, I felt them. It was like they were burning into the night.