Take a Mountain Man Home for Christmas: A Mountain Man Romance Christmas Collection

by Crowne, K. C.

  I pushed her chest down on the desk and fucked her hard from behind. She cried out with each thrust. I rammed her harder and harder each time until the desk started to move with us.

  “Cole,” Lindsay screamed my name.

  My balls slapped off her ass with each thrust. I held on to her shoulders so I could reach even deeper into her pussy with my cock. I pounded her pussy hard, deep, and fast, ramming her from behind. When I felt like I was going to come, I stopped and pulled out. I didn't want to come just yet.

  I wanted Lindsay to ride me. I moved to sit in the chair and told her to get on. She obeyed and climbed onto my cock. I grabbed her ass to hold her up, and I moved it up and pushed it down over my thick, waiting dick.

  “Lindsay,” I groaned as I held her hips and thrust into her body. I moved her faster, and she held on to the back of the chair to ride me. I let go of her ass and let her ride me herself. I wanted to massage her plump tits.

  I played with each one, putting them in my mouth. Her nipples were salty, and I lapped at each one with my tongue. She cried out in pleasure as I nibbled and sucked on the hard peaks.

  Her pussy started to contract; she was going to come soon. I grabbed her ass to support her body and helped her ride my cock.

  Soon, she was screaming with her orgasm. I felt her pussy juices flow over my cock as she pulled me impossibly deeper inside her. I felt my cock begin to pulsate and throb, and I couldn’t hold back. I held onto her with all my might and fucked her until my vision went black around the edges.

  I cried out as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had took over my body. I was out of control as I came, and I used the last of my energy to thrust into her pussy one last time, filling her with my warm, sticky cum before falling back into the chair with complete exhaustion.

  Lindsay was slumped over me, panting, and I held her to me. Both of us were breathing hard, and I had to sit for a moment before lifting her off of my cock. I stood her up and rose to meet her as I kissed her lips tenderly.

  “That was the best office sex ever,” I told her as I kissed her.

  “I have to agree,” she whispered, too weak to talk.

  I moved my hands over her body again before picking up her underwear and dress so she could get dressed.

  “Clark might have heard us,” I commented as an afterthought.

  “Yeah, he probably did,” she replied, blushing but smiling.

  I grinned. She was the most gorgeous woman in the world to me.

  She dressed as I adjusted myself back into my pants. We quietly left my office and went into the kitchen to get a drink. Then, we snuck out the back door.

  Sophie

  Alec and I had become friends. I was completely attracted to him but decided it wasn’t in my best interest to fall for him. I lived in New York City; he lived in the smallest town on the planet in Colorado. It could never work between us anyway. And he didn’t push it. I think he was attracted to me as well but had so far been a complete gentleman, something you don’t find in the city, that was for sure.

  We discussed what to do about the mound of dirt we’d found on the mountain and decided to tell the Silverthorne police department. But they didn’t take the report too seriously.

  “Probably an illegal kill, and the hunter buried the carcass so he wouldn’t get fined,” the officer had said.

  I wasn’t so sure about it, but Alec said it was possible, that it happened all the time up in the mountains. I gave the officer the map of the location Big Jim had drawn, and he said he’d go up and check it out. If he really did, I had no idea.

  I also asked the officer if any missing persons had been located or reported. He had told me no. They only had my report, and there was no new information on Lindsay Gemmer’s whereabouts. Alec pointed out that since she wasn’t from around here, maybe I should file a missing person report in New York.

  “How did you know she didn’t go home and go missing there?” he asked me, and I frowned.

  “Can’t the cops check flights or something?” I wondered. I didn’t know anything like that; Lindsay enjoyed true crime stuff, but I preferred fashion and reality TV. “Or maybe get a ping on her cell phone?”

  Alex shrugged. “Until they know for sure she’s missing, I’m not sure they’ll do that.”

  I frowned, and with a hitch in my voice, I said, “You mean until they find her body.”

  “No!” he immediately exclaimed. “No, no, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m sorry.”

  I nodded my head and looked away from him, sniffing until I no longer felt tears in my eyes. “I do have to be logical, I know that, but she’s not dead. I just know it. I’d know.”

  “I don’t think she’s dead either,” he agreed, and I tilted my head in question. “Gut instinct is important. If you feel that she’s alive, she probably is.”

  I smiled at him and said, “Listen, we have to get into her hotel room. She was supposed to check out today, so they should let us.”

  He nodded. “Want me to go with you?”

  “Um, you don’t have to,” I told him, though I wanted him to. I was terrified of what we might find in there. I didn’t think Lindsay was dead, but evidence of foul play would terrify me beyond rational thought, I was certain.

  “I’ll go,” he decided after looking into my eyes. I sighed a breath of relief as we headed to the hotel.

  I convinced the motel manager to open her room, which didn’t take a lot of convincing since she was supposed to check out. The room was only paid for through this morning, so they were going to clean it out anyway. Inside, we found all her luggage, her purse, ID, and cell phone. That meant she hadn’t gone back to New York, so where had she gone?

  I reported this to the police, and they added it to their file. I packed her luggage, adding her purse into one of the suitcases, and Alex carried them to my room.

  “Now what?” Alec asked me.

  “I don’t know.” I felt defeated and frustrated and scared. “People don’t just go missing for no reason. I can’t believe the police aren’t doing more about this.”

  “I know. I guess we don’t have these kinds of problems around here too much, and they don’t know what to do,” he commented.

  “Incompetence doesn’t find my friend,” I said nastily. I felt like I was at a dead end, and tears sprung to my eyes. I put my hands over my face, and for the first time, I cried.

  Alec, like most men, was apparently at a loss when confronted by a sobbing woman, but he put his arm around me. I turned into him and cried against his shoulder, somewhat comforted by his strong arms around me. After a minute or two, I stepped away, wiped my eyes, and straightened my spine.

  “We have to find her,” I said, my voice strong. “She’s in this damn town somewhere, and I’m not leaving until I find out what happened to her.”

  Alec nodded. “I’ll help in anyway I can.”

  I was determined not to leave until I knew something more about Lindsay and where she was. Since that meant spending Christmas in Colorado, Alec asked if I wanted to hang out with him. He didn’t want me to be all by my lonesome, which I thought was kind of him.

  On Christmas Eve., he took me to the local pub in Blue Haven. Some of his buddies were playing in the band that night. We were having a great time, and I was happy with his company, though the idea that Lindsay could be anywhere, scared and alone, tempered the good fun.

  The news came on during an intermission, and they showed pictures of two men wanted for questioning by the police. I frowned when I realized they’d been in the bar, and my head whipped around to look for them. The one guy had a scar on his face, and they’d been sitting at the booth at the end of the row. When I looked, they were gone. Two full beers sat on the table right where they’d left them.

  Damn, they’d probably seen their pictures on the TV and took off. Too bad Alec was outside getting his wallet from the truck where he had forgotten it in the glove compartment.

  Something about that two men made me fee
l uneasy, and now that I knew the police were looking for them, I knew why. As soon as he returned, I told Alec about the men. He frowned and glanced around the bar.

  “They’re gone,” I told him.

  “I’m gonna step outside and let the sheriff know we saw them,” he said grimly. “They need to know two dangerous men are wandering around town.”

  I nodded and said, “I think I’m ready to go anyway, if that’s okay.”

  “Sure,” he said, dropping some cash on the table. “I’ll call while we’re driving.”

  Lindsay

  The twins asked me to show them some of my wildlife photos and tell them about them. I said I’d try, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to remember very much. They didn’t seem to care about that part and were just happy to look at them.

  I invited them to Cole’s place while he was working, hoping that would give me something to do for a while, and I was looking forward to getting to know Cole’s twin nephews better. They were delighted with the invitation. I asked Angela to come too, and she agreed. I made a pot of coffee for Angela and me and booted up the laptop. When they arrived, we sat around the kitchen table and began going through the pictures.

  I started with the pictures of the elephants since I was in those. As we were flipping through them, the twins were trying to guess where the pictures were taken.

  “Looks like Nepal,” Reid commented.

  “How do you know what Nepal looks like?” I asked him, frowning as a bell clanged in my head.

  “Angela made us learn about it during our geography lesson,” he informed me proudly.

  “Nepal, huh?” The memory hit me like a ton of bricks. When Cole and I had first looked at these photos, we’d assumed elephants lived in Africa. But when Reid said Nepal, he was right. “I remember where I was when I took these photos!” I exclaimed happily. Looking at him, I asked for a more specific answer. “Reid, how did you know that it was Nepal?”

  “From the building in one of these backgrounds with you and your friends. It’s Patan, a Buddhist temple. We studied it in geography,” he said, looking at Angela.

  “You’re right,” Angela said, looking closer at the picture. “That’s definitely Patan!”

  “And I remember I was with a film crew doing a photoshoot in the Himalayan mountains,” I practically shouted.

  I couldn’t believe that I remembered. I was so happy I wanted to jump up and down with joy. Problem was, I couldn't remember anyone's name in the pictures. I didn’t even remember my last name. Just places. Nepal and elephants. But that was a start. There were tons of Nepal and Himalayan mountain pictures, and I remembered the stories about almost everyone. It was amazing how my memories were coming back.

  A journal popped into my head, my hand writing in it. I gasped as I remembered keeping a day by day journal of everywhere I traveled. I wanted to make it into a book one day, along with the pictures I’d taken. A big photo book popped into my mind, and I clearly remembered looking at it recently. It was of older pictures I’d taken when I first started.

  Where is the photo book now? I wondered. Had I traveled to Colorado to take photos of something? That’s what I was doing in the woods! I wanted to find something for my book!

  The memories kept pouring in. I was overjoyed and overloaded at the same time.

  “I’m remembering all this stuff, but none of the important details, like my name or where I live. And where is all of my stuff?” I wondered. I had a feeling it couldn’t be all that far away. “Maybe I lost it in the woods that day?”

  “Maybe,” Angela mused thoughtfully. “Or maybe you didn’t. I bet you’ll remember soon. This is a great breakthrough.”

  “You’re right,” I agreed. “I’m getting impatient now. I really want to put together the last pieces of the puzzle of my life.”

  “Don’t push yourself too hard,” Angela cautioned. “It will come, you’ll see.”

  Small details popped into my mind all day, proving Angela right. Mostly about my work and my book. Nothing about my family or where I actually lived. Maybe I traveled too much and didn’t live anywhere? Was that even possible?

  Angela and the boys left, and I thanked them for stopping by. If it wasn’t for Reid mentioning Nepal, I might not have remembered anything.

  I couldn’t wait for Cole to come home so I could tell him about my memories coming back.

  * * *

  During dinner, I excitedly told him about Reid pointing out the pictures were from Nepal and how his knowledge had sparked my memories. I was super excited, but Cole didn’t seem to be. Maybe he was tired from work; he’d been on the roof of a cabin fixing a leak.

  “That’s great, Lindsay. I’m happy for you,” he commented in a lackluster voice.

  After dinner, we watched a movie and went to bed early. Cole was quiet all evening. He said he had a lot to do the next day and was just tired when I asked him if everything was okay.

  Now I was getting worried. Was Cole upset because I was getting my memory back? Was he afraid of what I would remember?

  Maybe he was right to feel that way. Just because we’d been getting along well didn’t mean I wouldn't remember another life. A life Cole was not a part of.

  We’d discussed the possibility before but had forgotten over the last week because we were enjoying our time with one another. That didn’t change the fact that the possibility of me having a significant other could be an issue, one who was out there looking for me.

  I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning. At one point, I did drift off, and strange dreams haunted me. The two men. The scar. My missing journal and photo book. And a girl with curly blonde hair. An angel?

  Cole

  I should have been happy about Lindsay starting to get back her memory. It was extremely selfish of me, not liking it, but I couldn’t help it. When she’d told me over dinner the night before how she was starting to remember more and more, I got upset.

  I didn’t show it, but I sort of gave her the cold shoulder. I just needed time to process. But I couldn’t help but feel that in the end, when she remembered who she was, she would leave. Could I blame her? No. I knew it was coming. But I’d stupidly fooled myself into living this fairy tale life with Lindsay. Like she was the damsel in distress, and I was her knight in shining armor.

  When she got back her full memory, she wouldn’t need me anymore. She was talking about a journal and writing some book. She wouldn’t want to stay at a resort in Colorado. She’d feel trapped. She was a world traveler, for Heaven’s sake.

  We were two peas from very different pods.

  And what about her family? She was only remembering places and stories. No people yet. What happened when she did, though? It was just right around the corner. Like I’d told myself before, there was no way a woman like her didn't have a boyfriend or a husband.

  I told Lindsay I was happy for her and kept the other, more negative thoughts to myself. I didn’t want to rain on her parade. She was so excited that her memory was healing, even if it was little by little.

  I left early in the morning to go to work without speaking to Lindsay. I didn’t know what to say to her, and I didn’t want to argue or make her feel like she’d done something wrong. She was simply remembering her life, and I had no right to begrudge her that.

  My emotions were so conflicted. What had I been thinking? Cole, you’re an idiot.

  I was having a bad day all around. Everything pissed me off. I probably should have just talked to Lindsay about how I felt. She probably already knew anyway. We’d talked about it happening. But she didn't really know me. I’d told Lindsay briefly about my bad relationships, but she didn't really get that I truly had vowed to never fall in love again. But that’s what I did. I fell in love.

  I was angry at myself for allowing it to happen. I wasn’t really angry at Lindsay, but I was taking it out on her, which wasn’t fair.

  I decided to talk with Brad. I needed to get this off my chest, and I was closest to Brad out of
all of my brothers. He also had a certain wisdom about him like our father had, and when I needed advice, Brad was the one I went to.

  I found him in his office doing some paperwork. I knocked on his door and stepped inside. I stood there, not sure where to start. Talking about feelings wasn't my strong point.

  Brad raised an eyebrow at me when I didn’t say anything. “What’s up?”

  “Lindsay’s getting her memory back.”

  He nodded. “I heard from the boys and Angela.”

  I nodded but didn’t speak. I stared at the wall, lost, and my brother could tell.

  “I don’t know what advice to give you,” he said, shaking his head and sighing. “But you don’t know what she’s going to remember. Or what she’s going to decide to do after she does remember.”

  “I know,” I agreed. “I just have a bad feeling about it,” I revealed, running my hand over the back of my neck.

  “You can’t go by bad feelings, Cole,” he said. “Especially when it hasn't even happened yet. And you can’t take it out on her. It’s not her fault. You knew this was going to happen eventually.”

  “I know,” I repeated and sighed heavily as I fell into a chair.

  “Look, this is what I would do. Me, the hopeless romantic,” he said with a chuckle. “I would enjoy my time with her. How often do you fall in love in life? If she decides to leave, do you want to hate her for it? For being who she is? Or love her for how she makes you feel when you’re with her?”

  “Mom said the same thing,” I told Brad.

  “And Mom is always right,” Brad said, smiling.

  I chuckled. They were both right. I thanked Brad and decided to talk to Lindsay about what was going on inside my head and heart.

  Lindsay

  I felt really awful. Cole was upset with me, even though logically, I knew I’d done nothing wrong. Maybe I should just leave. I was hoping he would come and talk to me after he’d had time to think things over, but he hadn’t.