Mountain Man SEAL

by Quinn Peachwood

  “Well you better brush up on your accountancy skills and change your crystal ball.” She snaps, returning to the feisty Whitney I’m starting to love. “What the hell is a good girl anyway? I made some mistakes. I trusted the wrong guy, or my hormones did. Now I’ve learned from experience and get to move forward. That doesn’t make me a good girl or a bad one, just a girl.”

  “And a really gorgeous, feisty, smart one. Did I mention stunning?”

  “Oh.” She smiles shyly.

  Looks like she wasn’t expecting a raft of compliments coming her way in response to her outburst.

  9

  Whitney

  Blaze just lies on his back, with me straddling him, looking up with what seems like the most adoring gaze. His heavy hands rest on my hipbones and he watches me have a mini freak out with that smile on his face. He just lets me vent. He listens though, really listens. And then doesn’t berate me for it.

  If it wasn’t for the situation - if he wasn’t a crazy prepper hillbilly, or whatever the hell it is he’s doing out here in the wilderness. If he hadn’t made the choice to be living in a broken down isolated shack. If we’d met under normal circumstances, such as in the coffee shop, maybe there might have been a chance that….. No, that’s crazy, what am I talking about?

  He snatched me. Right off the street.

  He’s nothing but a criminal type. Maybe not as bad as Jarke, but still. There’s no way I need to be involved with another one of those. And yet again I’m forgetting the ban on intimate relations.

  The heat in Blaze’s gaze is waiting for me. When I lift my eyes back to his, we remain frozen in place, him sprawled on his back with me straddling him, in a kind of lockdown.

  It would be the easiest thing in the world to unzip him and maneuver my opening into position on his head. It would be easy to slide down the length of him until he’s buried deep inside me. I could sit up here on his solid pelvis, with his steel stretching my walls, while lightly rolling my hips until we both cry out.

  Maybe the release of tension between us would free me from the intense hunger that threatens to devour me whenever he’s close to me.

  This must be what they call animal attraction. His wild masculinity sets off something untamed in my spirit. I could enjoy myself on his length day and night and never get enough. Which is why I have to step up my guard.

  His magnetism is both dangerous and forbidden. I need to keep my distance.

  I roll off his body, being careful to unhook my thigh without giving him a free spectacle of my parted thighs. While I search around the floor for my underwear, the clothes I washed last night in the bathtub, Blaze gets to his feet and disappears.

  I hear footsteps and turn to ask again whether he’ll please please please bring me to town with him. I should at least get to choose my own clothes.

  But it isn’t Blaze approaching me this time. It’s the cocky dude he shares this shack with. I’d forgotten he was hanging around. So what does he want now?

  “There’s something I need…” He begins.

  Without waiting to hear what he’s got to say, I make a speedy exit around him, leaping away from the outstretched hand when he tries to stop me and go to look for Blaze. As long as I’m close to him, the way too confident dude won’t interfere with me.

  But I can’t find Blaze in the makeshift living area. And that’s the extent of my search since that’s about it for the entire shack.

  I head outside and hear a rough voice singing a tune. Something about girls in springtime. I move stealthily toward the scratchy vocals and around the corner of the house to be greeted by a sight that would make any girl sing.

  Blaze is there, standing beside the house with his back to me and he’s naked as the day he was born. My heart starts to race and sets up an ache in my chest. No man has the right to be that hot. Seriously, he could charge plenty for this view I’m enjoying.

  He looks like he works out in the gym five days a week but that can’t possibly be right. It’s too far to go to town and he already said he barely goes down the mountain once every couple of months. So this amazing physique of bulging round and deep cut muscle is all natural which makes it even more spectacular. The guy should be on a billboard or something.

  His hair is soaked and hanging in a rope between the splay of his shoulders that connect to biceps, all taut and flexing as he scrubs at his smooth leathery skin. How on earth does he maintain a body that other guys in the city pay thousands to achieve? It’s impossible.

  And incredible.

  I stand at the corner of the house, watching in full-on admiration as Blaze continues with his shower. I guess you call it a shower even if it does entail standing outside the house and pulling a string to release a bucket of water over your head.

  I’m mesmerized by his incredible body, the flex of his muscles rippling all the way down his back as he soaps under his arms. The narrow curve of his waist and the hard round globes of his butt cheeks are all things I feel slightly guilty for thinking that I could stand and admire them for the rest of my days.

  His hands moving across his slick body to soap and rinse send tingles through me. I’m picturing those rough palms gliding over my own skin. How he’d handle me with expertise.

  Every move, every scrub of soap across his ridged abs sets off a chain reaction of rippling and flexing muscle that should be triple X-rated.

  I duck back sharply, to hide behind the corner of the shack, as Blaze makes a quarter turn and reaches above his head to pull down the bucket release. The torque through his core makes his ab muscles contract in a layer of solid steel. They contract again as the water pours over his glistening skin.

  And now a girl can’t resist a peek at the swollen manhood that I’ve been vividly imagining since I got here. Oh wow, I’m in no way disappointed by the spectacular eyeful.

  His length, even resting, is immense. It hangs at an angle, not all limp and flaccid like the others I’ve seen to date. Blaze is solidly built, wide and absolutely delicious.

  I’m momentarily dumbfounded by the beauty of the man’s steel and rendered motionless with admiration. My fascination holds me in a stunned state so that, when he turns, I don’t make it all the way out of sight in time.

  When he catches me watching him, stalking him you might say, his face lights up in that wide grin.

  His gaze loops around mine and holds me trapped in his deep brown eyes. With his hair soaked, not so wild, I get an idea of what he’d look like if he was clean shaven and good lord, it’s too good to be true. He gives no further reaction to my spying on him. I don’t know what he thinks about it. But those eyes pin me down just as much as if he were on top of me with my arms pinned up above my head, trapped in his fists.

  My heart is beating so fast it feels as though it could pummel right through my ribs. I want to run and hide but I doubt my legs will hold me up if I try it.

  This is insane. I can’t fall for my abductor - a man who lives hardly any better than an animal in a pen, who resorts to showering under a tin can.

  I can’t look away. I must keep my eyes in his - don’t look down.

  Do not look down.

  Of course as soon as I think that thought, my eyes dart south. For one more peek at that perfect steel length, now standing upright, rigid, not even swaying, the biggest, most rigid shaft of man.

  My eyes fly back to meet his. The heat filling the space between us is enough to make you think the forest is on fire.

  “No.” I mouth and tear off toward the trees.

  I don’t even make it halfway.

  10

  Whitney

  Blaze moves like a panther, light and sleek on his feet for all his muscular heft. He bolts from the makeshift shower stall and in just a few strides he catches up to me. I feel his approach from behind and my heart races wild. He grabs me by the upper arm and spins me around to face him.

  Panting. We’re both panting after just a short sprint.

  I can’t help but take no
te of the intense light in his eyes but it’s a momentary flash. His free hand clasps the back of my head, his thick fingers dagger through my hair.

  Holding my head in the palm of his hand, his mouth comes down on mine with a force like a truck.

  His tongue pushes past my lips to swirl around my mouth. Our bodies line each other, skin to skin. It’s as though we could move through the other’s body surface and merge into one. He’s still soaking wet, bare naked flesh. The dampness off him transfers to his tee that I’m wearing so it sticks to my trembling flesh.

  He loops my tongue with his forceful one and before I know it, I’m responding in kind.

  A kind of frenzy.

  The force of our need to be connected to each other unleashes. Our hands are all over each other, everywhere at once. Although Blaze maintains his grasp on the back of my head, holding it still while he dominates my mouth.

  His other hand makes contact with my hip then slides up under the tee and over my abdomen to my breast. He squeezes the flesh and tweaks the nipple standing up to meet him. Frustrated with the fabric lying between us, his hand slips back down toward the hem of his tee and tugs it up over my body until it moves over my tits.

  Once they’re bare he becomes a wild man. He forgets the tee and leaves it bunched across the shelf of my breasts and caught on my shoulders.

  He palms my flesh again, squeezing and kneading all the lust locked inside my cells.

  He moves to the other breast and gives it equal attention but seems irked that he can’t have his hands on all of me at the same time. His hand moves all over my body, stroking and exploring every inch. He returns to my torso and pushes up on the underside of my breast until the flesh squashes. Then he tips his head down and sucks the pert nipple hard between his lips.

  His tongue flicks across the peak and then he rises and reclaims my mouth before I have a chance to catch my breath.

  His tongue explores every part of my mouth while he palms the underside of my tits, pushing them up and inward so he cups the flesh together while squeezing the nipples between thumb and finger at the same time.

  It’s hopeless to imagine I can resist the force of his desire. A connection has fired between us like a piston starting an engine. I moan out loud before he tips his mouth down to suck one nipple before moving to the other.

  He breaks free for a moment and looks at me with shock.

  “Whitney, you are absolutely gorgeous. I want to fill myself with every part of you all at once.”

  Hmmm I know the feeling.

  In response, my hands reach for the part of him I admire the most right now. I clasp his solid length in my palms and they are more than filled with the sizzling width of him.

  He lets out a low groan as I corkscrew down his steel with a firm grip. His heat burns into my hands. Perhaps this is where his nickname comes from. How I long to have him fill my mouth.

  Again, apparently reading my mind, Blaze lowers to his knees in the dirt and palms my upper thighs, pushing on them to spread me open.

  A rush of cool air on my folds is soon replaced with the fire of Blaze’s tongue as he lashes across the length of me, scooping up my wetness.

  His gorgeous face tips up to mine with a huge grin.

  “You’re so wet for me.” He rasps.

  “I want you inside me.” I moan. “Please, now.”

  He doesn’t need a second begging.

  His incredible thighs power up to lift him. I’m carried along when his hands clasp under my butt and I seem to spring from the ground. Without a second’s hesitation I wrap my legs around his narrow hips and press myself into him.

  Holding me compressed on his pelvis he strides away, carrying both of us deeper into the forest.

  “Now.” I moan, turning my head side to side in a state of delirium brought about by desperate need. “Please.”

  Blaze chuckles at the intensity of my pleading. He can laugh but the state of his ragged breathing informs me his urgency is equal to mine.

  I bury my face into his neck and inhale the aroma I relished last night. My core throbs for him. The animal muskiness of his skin is lessened just slightly by the faint pine smell of soap.

  I shift my hips in an attempt to position his gorgeous head at my entrance but he shunts away from my thrust. Clearly Blaze intends to remain in control of this and I’m happy to let him. If only he makes it soon. I exhale through my mouth into his skin and feel the heat emanate back. We seem to transfer the burning back and forth between our bodies.

  Sharing the warmth.

  Blaze slows his stride and my back comes grazing lightly up against a tree . He leans his weight into me to pin me there as one hand pushes my thigh high to one side so I’m stretched as far open as my unexercised hamstring permits.

  I’m no yoga bunny but he looks down at my spread thighs and the glistening in the sunlight with heated desire. His lips part with untamed lust.

  “Have I mentioned how stunning you are?” He rasps.

  His hands in my hair, hold my head on both sides as he kisses me roughly but with tenderness behind the hunger. His hand comes to my stretched inner thigh and he thumbs my hard center which feels like it’s engorged enough to burst.

  Still strumming across my tingling point, he positions his head with his free hand and swirls circles in the slick pool he discovers in the hollow.

  With one sharp thrust he rides all the way into me. His girth has no trouble busting through the tight chasm, a gift from a couple of months of celibacy. I gasp and bite down briefly before letting out a long moan. He feels so good.

  “Whit, you’re so tight.” He groans.

  “Just out of practice.” I pant. His thrusts are already deep enough to leave me breathless.

  “It feels incredible - how you hug me.”

  “I - know - you…” I pant through his thrusts, my fingers grinding into his biceps, my skull tipped back on the trunk.

  I can’t complete the sentence as I meant to, adding ‘do too’. So we’ll leave it at ‘I know you’. In that moment, as Blaze’s short huffs and groans let me know he’s reaching his peak, he thumbs across my point and I come completely undone against the tree trunk. I buck and thrash wildly, unable to contain the force of the release through my limbs.

  My intense contractions make Blaze’s eyes roll up in his head. He grits his teeth to hold himself back until I finish. Just as my intense pulsations of pleasure begin rolling away like a receding wave, they come pummeling back through my core as Blaze explodes.

  His forehead rests on the bark beside my head as he groans from his throat. Our bodies are skin to skin, without a leaf-width separating us. I feel his muscles contract and flex.

  I’m gasping through twitching aftershocks, my body limp from the outpouring.

  “That was amazing.” I murmur, to myself mostly and in part through shock at what we just did. But I think he hears me.

  “You’re amazing.” He husks, his voice raking in his throat and his head still resting on the tree.

  His knees shudder beneath our weight but he jacks them up. His body is like a machine, trained to perform even when exhausted or under stress. With me still impaled on his length, that doesn’t seem ready to fall back even an inch, he flips us around. Now his taut back is leaning up against the tree supporting both of us. He takes the weight on his powerful quads and slides down the trunk, with my legs wrapping him.

  He lets out a hoarse sigh when we come to land. I go to move off his length but he holds me pinned, pulsing inside me, pressing the walls.

  “I want to stay connected to you until the last moment.” He says, moving a sweaty strand of hair that’s stuck to my cheek back behind my ear.

  “Your hair is beautiful.” He adds. “You’re beautiful. Like a painting from the Middle Ages.”

  “Is that meant to be a compliment?” I have to laugh.

  “Absolutely, women back then were like goddesses.”

  Hmmm. I’ve never really placed myself in the goddess
category, but okay, I’ll take it. It feels good to be this adored by a man as impressive as Blaze, even if it is just the chemistry doing the talking.

  “Much as I’d like to keep you here, wearing nothing but my tee shirts, I guess I should make that trek back to town to get you some clothes.”

  “Why buy new ones when I have a closet full at my apartment.” I say, leaping at my chance. “And what about my apartment? I’m going to be in trouble if I don’t pay the rent at the end of the month.”

  My father pays it directly from his bank, on account of the fact that landlords aren’t so keen on renting to ex-rehab dwellers without a job. But Blaze doesn’t need to know that.

  I’m still angling for him to take me with him, back to civilization, which he remains adamantly opposed to.

  “You don’t need to worry about things like rent and leases and credit ratings any more. You’ll live free now, up here with me.”

  I release a silent groan inside when I hear that.

  “What made you decide to live off grid like this?” I inquire, thinking he might divulge a little more of himself to me after what we just shared together.

  “Well ain’t this the cutest?” The man I’m starting to detest comes sauntering out of the woods like he’s taking a stroll.

  What the hell is he doing out here? His really is a dealbreaker. Not that I considered staying here for one moment but with him here - I’d rather go back to the unit.

  Surely they don’t, they wouldn’t, think….

  “Glad it worked out as we planned.” Tank says.

  I almost expect him to add; Is it my turn now?

  “Get outta here, Tank.” Blaze rasps at him, furious. His huge hands form a shield around me to prevent Tank getting an eyeful of me.

  “You’ll be needing this.” He says and drops my abandoned tee short in my lap before taking off into the trees. His cocky arrogance slipped for a moment there. he almost looked hurt. Right - because he thought he’d have his turn with me.