Broken_A Mountain Man's Romance

by Mia Ford

  We sit in silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts. Inside my mind I’m trying to work out just who Lola is. She’s clearly a girl with fire, but that’s been dulled by her circumstances, which is a real shame. I know I can’t do much for her since I’m not exactly going to be around forever, but it’d be awesome if I could show her a good time while I’m here. For the both of us. I’m not usually a big believer in fate but it kinda feels like we’ve met at a time when we both need some fun and company, making it perfect.

  “I have to tell you, I like those shorts,” I say with a wink, amping the tension back up to a sexual one. I think we need to put the serious conversation topics of family, death, and exes to bed for a while. It’s time to be flirty and fun instead. I even add in yet another wink, because she seems to really like them. “They make your legs look very long.”

  “Oh yeah?” She stands up and twirls around, giving me a glimpse of them from the bottom to the top. “W0w, thank you very much. I’m sure you have nice legs too.”

  “Do you want to see?” I join her by standing upwards. I shake off my suit jacket and toss it to the ground as if it didn’t cost me seven hundred dollars. Then I fiddle with the button on my trousers as her eyes bug out of her head. “I have runners legs.”

  “Do you run?” she gasps out, clearly struggling to breathe because I’ve stunned her so much.

  “Nope.” I pop the P teasingly. “Just got the legs for some reason.”

  I think she thought I was joking because she makes a noise as the trousers drop. I have to really stifle a laugh. If that’s stunned her then she’s going to be in with a shock when it comes to me and her. I think we’re going to have a whole lot of fun.

  “Wow.” She gulps loudly. “You really do have runner’s legs.”

  I step closer to her, closing the annoying gap between us. Her flushed cheeks and wide eyes tell me that she’s ready for this. She might not know it herself yet, but she is. I just need to ease her in gently.

  I cup one hand around her cheek, enjoying the warmth of her skin and I direct her gaze up to me. She might not be able to vocalize what she’s feeling with words, but her baby blues say it all. She’s craving my touch, she wants me to kiss her, she brought me back to her home for only one reason.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I bring my head in closer. “So very beautiful”.

  I pause for a moment with our lips almost touching. There’s something that I love about this moment, the anticipation before our first ever kiss. I breathe her in and she does the same to me, both of us with hot anticipation racing through our veins. The moment is coming, we can both feel it, and we know that once our mouths connect nothing will ever be the same between us again.

  Any minute now…

  Chapter 5 – Lola

  Oh my God, what am I doing?

  I’m kissing Brandon, this man that I only saw a moment ago in the bar. I never behave this way, this isn’t like me at all, but damn it, it feels so good. It feels incredible to just let lose and to have some fun. It feels good to act out of character just for once. This man is just a stranger anyway, just some guy who is rolling through town. Never to be seen again.

  And now his trousers are down and his hands are tangled up in my hair. Also he’s kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. This certainly isn’t how I thought this night would end.

  The fire that ignited in my belly earlier is fully alight, and the pulsing in my panties is killing me. Half of me wants to close my legs together tight so I can’t get carried away and the other half me wants to open my legs wide so he can drive me wild.

  “Oh, Lola,” Brandon groans into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

  His hand clamps around my back and he grips me to him hard. I can feel every inch of his hard muscles under his shirt, and I can also feel a hardness somewhere else… it’s been such a long time that I’ve found a man equally as desirable as he finds me, so this feels utterly phenomenal. The sensation of his body next to mine almost makes me want to scream.

  Brandon pushes me back until I hit the wall behind me and I go willingly. I’m so swept up in the heat of the moment that I’m happy to go along with anything right now. As long as I still get the feel of his needy fingers grasping at my skin. That causes a warm pool of desire to form in my stomach that I want to remain forever.

  “Oh, Brandon.” As his mouth moves from mine and it travels down my neck, I let my eyes fall closed and my head loll to one side. Every part of my body that he even lightly brushes with any part of him sets me alight. I’m burning, flaming, all over. “Oh God.”

  Brandon yanks at my shirt, pulling it open. Some of the buttons pop on the way down but I don’t care. I don’t care if he rips it clean off my body, I just want it gone. All the material that’s left between me and him is hell bent to torture me.

  As his fingers reach behind my back and he fiddles with the clasp on my bra I notice that he’s actually trembling. To think that this overly confident, amazingly sexy, business man might actually be so turned on by me that he’s shaky makes me want to growl with my sexual prowess. I feel like a feral animal that’s been unleashed from a cage that I’ve been trapped in for far too long. I need this, I have to have him right now or I might just go insane.

  Eventually my bra flutters away from my body, and Brandon steps back just enough to watch it fall to the ground. My chest heaves and my breaths fall raggedly out of my mouth. My nipples stand to attention, begging for attention. As Brandon cups underneath my breasts and he slowly brings his hands up over them, he rubs his thumbs over my nubs a couple of times causing me to gasp desperately. I’ve never felt so many sensations from my breasts before, and it’s incredible.

  “Oh shit.” All of a sudden, Brandon changes things up by dipping his mouth down and wrapping his lips around my hypersensitive nipples. “Oh my God.”

  His lips, his tongue, and then even his teeth. He grazes them over me, giving me the most incredible mix of pleasure and pain all at once. I grab onto his hair, I tug it and yank it as he drives me wild, but that just makes Brandon even more crazy. He speeds up and tugs harder until I just can’t take it any longer.

  Then, just as he pulls his mouth away, leaving my nipples exposed to the cold night air, he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts and he pulls them right down. This action is so rapid and fast that my lace panties fly down with them, leaving me with only my cowboy boots on. I move to kick them off, but Brandon stops me.

  “Hold on,” he whispers breathlessly at me. “Leave them on. Let me take your underwear off over them.”

  I find it very exciting to be a part of his little cowgirl fantasy so I do as he asks. I’ve never been anyone’s fantasy girl before, and to be honest he’s mine as well. The tall, dark, handsome stranger that sends me to heaven and back and vanishes in the middle of the night… we’re both fulfilling a role here and it’s really kind of fun.

  Once my underwear is gone, Brandon hooks his hand under my left knee and he bends it so my foot is pressed up against the wall. Then he nudges my knee so my legs fall further apart, allowing him to move in between my legs so he can press up against me.

  Holy hell. Oh my God.

  His thick, throbbing erection that’s pressed up against my core is intense. I can already tell that he’s absolutely massive and he’s definitely ready for me. The only question is am I ready for him? I’ve certainly never had anyone so large before and I have no idea what he’s going to do to me. Will I be able to handle it? I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out. I owe it to the girl who sat up on the stage not so long ago fantasizing about what this was going to feel like.

  I slowly and tantalizingly unbutton his shirt as we kiss, running my fingers over his thick, strong muscles as I go down. He has an actual six pack which is amazing. Not something I’ve ever experienced before. As I touch it, I can’t help thinking that he should be gracing the pages of a magazine, not messing around with me in my cabin.

  I
get his shirt off so far but Brandon takes the final steps by shaking it off his shoulders. As he does I actually gasp loudly at the sight of him. He’s so damn gorgeous that it’s freaking me out a little. Then, he curls his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and he pushes them all the way down. While he bends down to pull a condom out of his pocket, I can’t seem to stop myself any longer. I trail my fingers downwards, edging further and further until I feel my own wetness.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as I touch myself. “Oh shit.”

  Brandon’s eyes get heavy lidded with desire as he watches me intently, He rolls the condom over his cock but doesn’t connect with me right away. He stands there watching me as I run my hand up and down my soaking slit. This is probably something that I should be a little shy about, I’m certainly not usually so sexually adventurous, but with Brandon looking at me like that, and safe in the knowledge that this will only be a one time thing, I can just be as sexually liberated as I want.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandon rasps as he finally makes his way back to me. The fact that he said beautiful rather than sexy touches me, and makes me even more crazy.

  Brandon grabs my hand away from me and he holds both of my hands above my head. He pins them there with one hand, then he uses the other to continue on what I was doing only moments before. As he does I buck and I roll my hips towards him. My touch was good, but fuck me his touch is incredible. His rough, yet velvety fingers feel incredible as they slide in and out of me, massaging my insides. I almost can’t contain the pressure that’s starting to build inside of me, it’s nearly too much…

  And then he pushes me even closer to the edge by rubbing his thumb over my clit at the same time. My body is overloaded with sensations, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer.

  Then Brandon’s hand moves away from me and I feel his tip teasing my entrance instead. I try to encourage him inside of me, I want to push him deep into me, but since he has complete control of my body I can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from bucking like crazy against him.

  It’s been far too long since I’ve done something wild that’s just for me. This feels so damn good. It’s freaking incredible, I want more, I need more…

  I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself away from the rest of the world if I’m honest. It’s seemed so easy to not go near any man, but that’s got to be because none of them have sent me anywhere near as wild. This… this is something else.

  Eventually Brandon gives me what I need and he slides all the way into me, stretching me around him as he fills me up completely. I’m so damn aware of every inch of him, more than I ever have been with any man before. He slams into me pressing my butt hard against the wall as he thrusts over and over again. With every stroke he gets harder and faster as the animalistic side of him gets the better of him too. It’s too much for me, so much that I lift my other foot off the ground too and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, driving him in even deeper.

  This might be wrong, I might never usually act like this, but my God it feels so right. My head is spinning, I can practically see stars, and the pressure is still building.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. I’m not usually so vocal, but today I can’t stop the words. Luckily my cottage is too far away from anyone so no one will be able to hear me no matter how much noise I make… which is a truly liberating thought. “Oh fucking hell.”

  Brandon grinds, continuing to hit all the right spots, sending me ever closer to the edge of desire… and then I’m falling. The moment simply crashes into me hard and shakes and shatters through my body. I buck and thrust back as hard as I can, just trying to extend the most amazing pleasure that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It has never been as intense as this before. The orgasm is like a tsunami of bliss that continually crashes over and over me until there isn’t anything of me left. Just a shuddering, sweaty, but very satisfied mess.

  “That was amazing,” I gasp into his mouth once the bliss has shot through him too. “Oh my God, I don’t think it’s ever felt so good before.”

  As Brandon drops me to my feet and he pulls away from me, I wonder if there should be some regret coming to me now. There isn’t, I’m still fully basking in the post orgasmic glow, but there probably should be. I’ve just had my very first one night stand after all!

  But then Brandon smiles at me, and I realize that it’s silly to feel that way. We’re just two consenting adults that met and decided to have a bit of fun. Now, we will part ways. I’ll go to bed and he’ll head back to wherever it is he’s staying and we’ll never see each other again. Well… I’ll probably see him in a lot of my future fantasies, but that’s it.

  This will just be what it is, one night of meaningless, random fun.

  Perfect.

  Chapter 6 – Brandon

  “So, what do you think, boss?” Hank, the site foreman says to me in a gruff, firm tone of voice “Everything look as you want it to be? Plans all good? Any comments you have?”

  “Hmm, what?” I hate to admit it but my mind is elsewhere. I want to concentrate on this job because much as I didn’t like to be the one to take it on, I need to do a good job. If I’m going to work I need to forget Lola and her soft kisses, her lovely skin, the feel of her body underneath me… it’s challenging to think of anything but her. “Sorry, yes. The plan, looks great. Thank you for getting them all together for me, I really appreciate it.”

  I glance down at the paper and try to visualize the drawing coming to life in front of me. It looks great but now I can see it through very different eyes. Now that I’ve seen more of the town I can see how it won’t fit in and how it might ruin the quaint experience people get in this town. But then again I’m not powerful enough to start putting my emotions before my business. My dad just won’t hear of it. All I can hope is that I can do a good job.

  “Okay great, well I’ll get my men on it now. I think Archie might have a break down of the predicted costs if that’s something that you want to look at as well.”

  “Yep, sounds great. Let’s do this.”

  As we walk to where Archie has his desk set up I fire off a text to my dad. I don’t know how much detail he wants to know about all of this, but I want to keep him up to date anyway. Just in case. I hold my cell phone out for a moment, just waiting for a reply, but I get nothing.

  “So how you enjoying the small town life?” Hank asks as we walk. “I bet it’s a bit different from the big ol’ city isn’t it?” He says this as a joke, as if the city is worse, and I actually think he might believe it. “Bet you can hardly sleep in the quiet.”

  “The city isn’t that far away,” I tell him with a smirk. “What is it, like an hour or two in the car? And to be fair I’ve only been here a short while so it’s fine.”

  “I bet your problem is the lack of girls. A guy like you, must have them all over you.”

  I can’t even begin to consider the irony of this remark. Since being here I’ve met the only girl to not bore me as soon as we’ve slept together. Hours have passed and still all I can think about is her. Instead of getting into this with a man I don’t know and I have to work with for the next few months, I don’t say anything. That’s something I’ve found in business, sometimes saying nothing is much better than doing anything.

  “Right, Archie.” I take my seat next to him, trying my hardest to just get my damn head in the game already. “Let’s get these numbers crunched, shall we? Work out where we’re headed with this one?”

  As he starts to talk me through the financial side of things, I discretely check the screen of my cell phone but I still have nothing from my father. It makes me feel a bit insignificant that he can’t even be bothered to reply to me, not even a yes. He’s always on his phone, sending texts, firing off emails, searching, connecting… I know he’s seen my message, he just doesn’t care enough to reply. Again I’m filled with the sense that I’m a disappointment. That always comes from Dad. I don’t even know if he mean
s to do it or if it’s just his way, but it really does irritate me whatever the case. The rest of the world sees my worth, it’s only him.

  I wish I had thought to get Lola’s number, then I could send her a cheeky text to get me through the day. She too, I know is going to be super busy on the farm all day long. I wish I could talk her through it.

  Still, maybe there is something I can do. I know we don’t have any plans for tonight but that doesn’t mean I can’t see her again. Maybe I can even do something nice for her as well. I can head to the grocery store and get some food, cook her a meal. Maybe I don’t know too much about her yet, but she seems like the sort of person who gives and gives without expecting anything back. Maybe it’s time for someone to make her feel special.

  That someone can be me!

  ***

  “Hey there,” a brassy haired blonde with bright red lips says as she leans in towards me. “You must be new here, right?”

  She’s older than me, but that’s hardly surprising. I often attract a bit of a cougar. I’m not quite sure what it is they find so attractive about me, but they do. I usually don’t mind an older woman, I think they expect much less from me. They know what ‘just sex’ is, and they’re happy for that. I’m not interested today though, I only have one thing in mind.

  “Yeah I am new. I’ve just come to pick up some groceries.” Maybe my tone is a little colder than I’d like it to be, I just don’t want there to be any misconception here. Sometimes I’ve been known to accidently flirt. “Is this all you have here?”