Mountain Man's Virgin

by Jay S. Wilder

  “Good.”

  “I want you so bad.”

  With a tilt of my head, I capture her soft breasts with the rough flesh of my callused palm and one by one, lower my face to each nipple, pulling them into my mouth. I flick the taut, raised flesh with my tongue and she lifts her hips up sharply. She grinds on my groin so feverishly that I’m almost inside of her as I suck and taste, lick and tease her, kneading her flesh possessively. And fuck, every time she calls out my name in a plea to be entered causes my balls to ache with need.

  Well, she won’t have to wait too long. That’s a promise.

  Sliding down her body turns me into a greedier, hungrier son of a bitch. It’s like she’s edible from head to toe and I haven’t had food in years. I bite and nip quickly along her skin, inhaling her sweet feminine scent on the way down. Just as my mouth gets within inches from her clit, I pause to look at her face. She’s drowning in desire, drunk on pleasure and overflowing with need as she writhes under me with her fingers gripping my bedsheets. For me. I’m giddy with excitement and a bit of pride. Because she ain’t seen nothing yet.

  “Open for me,” I order her, and her parted legs spread, knees dropping to the side.

  I watch her glistening pussy open like a flower, displaying even more blush pink between her soft folds and around her swollen sensitive bud. I can hardly wait.

  Lowering to her my tongue flattens and I lick from the rim of her puckered hole of her ass all the way to her clit. I lift her hood and tease the spot that I know will make her body buck, and when she does, I continue, teasing as I eat, devour, feast on and finger-fuck what’s mine from this point on.

  She shudders through her first, then second orgasm, and still I keep going. Right up until she screams my name. It’s so loud that I reach up and clamp my hand over her mouth and half her face to drown out the sound. We can’t risk having either of her parents hearing what we’re up to. Even if she did show up at my place of her own free will, they’ll say I should know better. But all I know is this girl in my bed, this woman, is all mine. Has been since I first saw her. And now that she’s come back to me, I’m all in.

  I lift from her center. She’s beyond wet. More than ready for my eleven inches now. At least I hope she is as I move up her body, grab her right knee and slide her leg over my shoulder as I position myself.

  She belongs here, under me, vulnerable yet powerful in her own way as she begs for it. But there’s a look in her eyes that makes me wonder if she also has me where she wants me. I turned her away for two weeks. Every time she showed up, I made her leave so I could put some distance between us. The risk seemed more damaging before tonight. I didn’t think I could ever betray her father’s trust. But all that hesitation, all the objections, all the logic and self-restraint are long gone. Forbidden fruit isn’t just sweeter, it grows more tempting by the second. Temptation that I resisted for two weeks to avoid the pain of something that never happened on her road trip weekend. But not for a second longer.

  With our eyes locked, I press the tip of my cock at her pussy lips and drive into her tightness, burying all the way to the root until I’m balls deep inside of her. Fuck. She feels so fucking good. So tight and perfectly made for my dick. All that warmth wrapped around my shaft makes me sure I’m home. She wraps her arms around my neck and I slip my hands under her lower back for more control as I pull back and thrust into her again. And again. Deeper, harder each time, I claim more of her as I fuck her so hard I’m sure she’ll feel me for a week.

  Her pussy tightens around me and her legs that’s slung over my shoulder starts to tremble. I meet her eyes and smile a bit. She coming again. For me.

  “That’s it. Come for me,” I growl.

  She moans loudly, and her hips roll under me, calling me closer too, like an order for me to coat her inner walls with my seed. Lowering to her, I cover the cries of her climax with my mouth and let the shudders of her orgasm take me all the way to mine. My body jerks as I explode my release deep inside of her. Still connected in our kiss, she whispers my name at my lips and my hips jerk again, plunging deeper into her as my cock empties more of my seed into her.

  “Mine,” I hear myself grumble. I lower onto her and stretch her leg out, pressing our damp skin together.

  Her arms tighten around my chest, her fingers locked around my back. “Yes, Savage. I’m all yours.”

  I push back the thoughts that start to flood in as my mind clears. What we’re doing is all kinds of wrong. I’m fucking my boss and only friend’s daughter right under his nose and there’ll be hell to pay when he finds out. But this is not just some casual thing. We both know we have the kind of connection that sticks with you all your life. So I’ll fight to have her if I need to, and when the time comes, no one will be able to keep us apart.

  We drift to sleep, my mind consumed by the next hurdle—telling Ben I’ve been fucking his daughter since last month.

  Four weeks.

  That was all it took for this girl to come into my life and turn my world on its head.

  20

  Jane

  I cover my mouth to smother a yawn threatening to escape while I settle into my seat at the front of the training room. My father and Angie to my left, about to start the second of three meetings we’ll hold today. We conducted one meeting at the end of the night shift a couple hours ago. This one is for the day staff. Savage and his coworkers. The last one will be this evening at the beginning of the next shift.

  I’m drowsy on the worst possible day, aching between my legs, but it’s worth it. Savage took my body over and over again in the past day and a half, contorting me into positions I never thought could bring me so much pleasure. It was as though he was making up for the two weeks he didn’t speak to me. Making up for lost time. Ravaging my body as both my punishment and his reward. I loved every second of it.

  Glancing around the room, I meet Savage’s gaze as Angie kicks off with announcements. He’s at the back of the room, sitting off to one side, a lot calmer than I’ve seen him lately. He seems happy, yet hesitant. I hope that all that hesitation will go away once I tell my father about us tonight after work.

  Angie gives the floor to Dad. If this meeting goes the way the earlier one did, he’ll say a bit about the assistant manager recruitment, then announce the three names of the workers who got the job. Another quick scan of the room and my eyes land on Josh. Boy, if looks could kill, I’d be nothing but a red stain on the wall. He’s shooting daggers at me with just his eyes, looking mad as hell. I suppose he’ll be that much angrier when he finds out his name isn’t the one being announced for the job.

  Before my father can get to the good part, Ted Olson, the supply and procurement manager, ducks his head into the trailer and clears his throat.

  “Sorry for the interruption, folks. This shouldn’t take long,” he says to the attendees. “Ben, Angie, can you pull away for a moment? Matthew from head office has a time-sensitive issue they need to go over with both of you. He’s waiting on the phone. Says it can’t wait.”

  I see Angie roll her eyes as she rises out of her chair, and I understand why. Matthew is the company’s VP of strategic human capital management, heading up the HR teams of all the company’s mines across the country. He’s newer to the job, still familiarizing himself with the difference between time-sensitive, urgent, mission-critical, and life or death. He’s the reason Angie was away for the week of interviews. For the most part, he’s been treating everything that comes across his desk as life or death, which has been driving Angie batshit crazy.

  She and Dad head outside and hurry toward our office trailer. The men around the room talk among themselves as we wait. There are a few mutterings about who got the job, and a few names being thrown around. The volume of one conversation begins to crowd out the rest.

  “Naw, man,” Josh’s friend Cory says loudly. “I think you got a shot. You said you aced the interview, right?”

  Josh answers and looks back and forth between me and Sav
age. This can’t be good. No one has seen us together, but he was in the convertible when Savage found out I was going on the road trip. Anyone in the room with eyes can see the tension between the two of them since their fight that weekend after Josh got back.

  “Yeah,” he answers, his eyes trained on Savage. “But the more I think about it, the less sure I am. Matter of fact, I’m starting to understand a few things. Shit is starting to make sense all of a sudden.”

  “Shit like what?”

  “Like, what chance do any of us really got when people running things around here are playing favorites? Know what I mean?”

  “Nobody plays favorites at the mine,” One of the longstanding miners say. “Within management, maybe. They can do what the hell they want in real management positions, ones with staff reporting to it. But not for bargaining unit positions. The union would be on management’s ass with every fucking grievance you can think of. And just in case you didn’t notice, the assistant manager position is a management position. They can do whatever the hell they want. They didn’t even have to interview idiots like you. But they wanted to give everyone with some interest a chance.”

  Josh shakes his head. “See I don’t know about that. You got the boss running the interview, then his daughter’s in HR making shit look legit for her boyfriend to be first in line for the job. A guy like me don’t stand a chance, am I right?”

  “What boyfriend? She has a boyfriend working here?”

  The room becomes quiet at his accusation. Staff members have a right to think what they want, but voicing it openly like this, with all these witnesses around, it’s trouble. It also doesn’t help that everyone knows about Savage and his fight and the run-in with the sheriff. I shift uncomfortably in my chair. He’s not speaking to me directly, but I feel I should do or say something.

  “I’d be careful what I say next,” someone says. “We’ve got the person you’re trash talking in the room… she’s right here. And two of our union reps are here too. Running your mouth with rumors goes both ways. And the shit you just said is sounding a hell of a lot like a damn serious allegation that can just as easily backfire on you.”

  “Sometimes rumors are true.”

  “You got proof?”

  “No.”

  “Then keep all that shit to yourself.”

  “My competition is all cozied up with the boss and his daughter, and I’m the one who should be careful? That’s bull—”

  “Josh. My office. Now.”

  Oh no. The sharp tone is unmistakable.

  Dad.

  I’m afraid to look toward the trailer door, but everyone whips their heads in that direction, following the sound of his voice. How much did he hear? This is not the way I wanted him to find out.

  “Everyone else, get back to work.”

  Josh leaves, and the men quickly file outside to head back toward the tunnel of the mine. Everyone but me and Savage, who stops in front of Dad.

  “Please tell me there’s no truth to what that kid said,” Dad asks, looking at Savage, his voice flat.

  Savage presses his lips into a tight line. “Ben, look I’m sorry.”

  “You and Jane? Behind my back?” The surprise and disbelief on Dad’s face, it’s as though someone slapped him in the face.

  “I should’ve said something sooner.”

  “How long?” I step forward and reach for Dad’s arm, but he steps backward, his eyes piercing Savage’s. “I asked you a question. How long have you been taking advantage of my daughter?”

  “About a month.”

  “He’s not using me, Dad.”

  “So that fight at the bar?” he asks Savage, still ignoring me.

  “Yes. The kid was flat out lying and talking trash about Jane. I had to put a stop to it.”

  “Look, it’s my fault,” I say more firmly to get Dad to look at me. “I pursued Savage. And I’m the one who made him wait to tell you. I wanted to be the one… I needed you to hear it from me, Dad.”

  “Well I didn’t, did I? I had to find out from that kid. Now it’s all muddled up in these job openings.” Dad shakes his head. He doesn’t look at me. He’s watching Savage like a hawk. “It’s not even about that. You two… this shouldn’t be going on in the first place.”

  “But Dad—”

  Savage motions for me to wait. “I care about your daughter, Ben.”

  “Get back to work.”

  “Dad, please, we can figure this all out,” I say.

  “I said get back to work. I need to deal with this Josh situation. I’ll talk to you at home.” He turns to Savage. “And as for you…I don’t want to see you anywhere near my daughter ever again.”

  “Wait, boss—”

  “Yes. I’m your boss. Now go. Don’t let me have to ask again.”

  My hands are shaking. I can’t think. I’m confused and embarrassed with no idea about what to do with myself when I’m back at my desk. The entire day staff heard what Josh said.

  And what about Josh? Is he planning to bring forward his complaint through the union? He mentioned me and Dad, and gestured at Savage. There’s no telling how big this fiasco can blow up. Savage won one of the jobs. There was no favoritism. All the shift managers sat with Angie to come to consensus on the final three.

  But on the surface, it looks bad. I am with Savage. That’s no lie. It was a secret, but the truth is out now. I also sat in on all the interviews. Josh doesn’t realize that my only role during the interviews was to write each candidate’s responses word for word. I had no say in response scores. But because Dad interviewed him, with me filling in for Angie, Josh’s allegation casts a shadow on the entire interview process.

  This whole thing is a mess.

  Then there’s Dad. I rub my temples trying to push back the image of the look on his face on overhearing Josh. I knew he’d be shocked by the news, but I didn’t expect him to be dead set against Savage.

  There’s only one person I can talk to now for help.

  I send a text before leaving work for my lunch break and drive into town.

  I need to tell Mom. She’ll know what to do.

  “Honey you’ve been crying,” Mom says as I step into her office at the back of the bank. “The redness around my eyes and stained cheeks are the first things she notices. “What’s wrong?”

  “Did Dad call you this morning?”

  “No, why?” she asks, moving her swivel chair around her desk to face me in the guest chair where I take a seat. But I can’t bring myself to speak. “Honey, you’re scaring me.”

  I try to pull myself together, but I can’t stop this new wave of sobbing as I tell her everything. About me and Savage, what Josh tried to do to me on the trip, what just went down at the meeting, the way Dad found out, his reaction. Everything.

  She pulls me into a long hug afterward. “Awww, love. It’ll all be okay. But, um, can we go back to the part about you and Savage?”

  “Yes… I’ve been seeing him… Are you mad at me too?”

  “Me? How can I be? I’m not upset.” She pulls out of the hug a little and smiles at me. “I kinda knew. Well, I came looking for you at Meg’s cabin one afternoon that you said you were going to see her. No one was home, and both our vehicles were in the driveway. I put two and two together.”

  “I could’ve gone hiking with Meg,” I suggest, though it’s a weak attempt at offering an alternate explanation now that the truth is out.

  She lets out a squeaky laugh. “Hiking? About that, darling. I hate to break it to you, but you, Meg, and the outdoors don’t mix. You’re like oil and water. I knew something was up that first time you talked about taking a nature walk.”

  “You saw right through that, huh?”

  Her eyebrows raise in confirmation. “That I did.”

  “Why didn’t you say something to me? To Dad?”

  “It’s called letting my new adult daughter figure a few things out for herself.”

  “I guess that’s fair.”

  She rea
ches across her desk and hands me a box of tissue. “How do you feel about him?”

  I pull a few tissues from the box and start dabbing the sides of my eyes and face, glad that I’m not one to wear a ton of makeup to work. “I don’t have anything to compare it to… It’s overwhelming. Feelings that are so strong, they caught me off guard. I know it hasn’t been long, but… I love him. He has my heart. Now everything at work is a big, scandalous mess. Dad is so mad at us both. What am I supposed to do?”

  “Let me ask you something.” Mom smoothes some hair from the side of my face. “What would you do if someone you trust lets you down? Think objectively.”

  “Not sure. If it’s possible, if I can, I’d forgive them.”

  “What if you can’t do that right away?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer. “Keep trying?”

  “Have you ever let anyone down? I’m not talking about Dad. I mean before this. Say with a friend at school.”

  “Yes.”

  “How much did you do, how hard did you try to earn back their trust?”

  “I tried to make them see my side of things, to show them our friendship means more than that one mistake.”

  “And you gave them time as well, right?”

  “I did.”

  “That’s what your dad needs. It’s a lot. You’re his baby, and Savage is like family too. Give him a minute to let it all sink in. Think you can do that?”

  “Yes. I can and I will.”

  “That’s all I ask. Now, on the subject of work, you won’t like my suggestion, but I think it’s best if—”

  “I know what you’re thinking. I’m giving my two weeks notice. The letter’s already written and saved on my computer.”

  Her lips press together, and she nods, thoughtful. “It’s for the best... your father won’t like what else needs to be done.”

  “What do you mean?”