Mountain Man Cake

by Frankie Love

  HARPER

  The tires on my modest hatchback come to a dead halt, in the dead of winter, in what is quickly becoming the dead of night. I’m trying not to full-on panic.

  I remind myself of the quote that’s my new life motto—that is to say, the quote I read while I scrolled through Pinterest this morning at a gas station on my way out of Boise. I was deleting every single wedding picture I’d pinned, and came across this classic gem:

  Keep Calm and Carry On

  Okay, so I know it’s cheesy, but I’ve gotta hold onto something right now. If I don’t, I’ll fall apart.

  And I can’t fall apart until I’ve at least pulled up at my uncle’s cabin.

  Which should be right here. Or right … somewhere.

  This would all be a lot easier if 1) it hadn’t grown pitch dark in, like, four seconds, 2) Google maps would pull up on my phone, and 3) it wasn’t snowing.

  And these flakes are coming down fast. This hatchback isn’t four-wheel anything. It doesn’t even have four seats.

  How did I end up here? Oh, right, my fiancé ditched me a week before our wedding.

  I drop my head against the steering wheel, not wanting to lose it, pinching my eyes closed tight. A full-on sob will not get me somewhere warm and toasty and safe.

  I quickly lift my head as the horn on my car begins to blast. This is about the same time I realize that, if I want to be warm and toasty tonight, I’m going to have to light the fire myself.

  In the dark.

  This wasn’t the greatest plan.

  Keep Calm and Carry On.

  I blink back my tears and scan the old logging road. I doubt anyone has been out here in ages. My own uncle said it’s been two summers since he came.

  But I have nowhere else to go. I want to avoid the social media meltdown that will surely ensue once everyone gets word about Luke ditching me.

  My parent didn’t want me to go alone, which under normal circumstance I would understand. I still live under the covering of my parents, and believe that they know what’s best for me.

  But this is different. We were all shocked by Luke’s choice—after all, he and I had courted for two years. He had become family. So when I insisted that I needed some time away on my own, my family helped me find a place where I could ride out this storm. I spent twenty-one years earning their trust and they know I would never allow myself to get into a compromising position.

  And my uncle offered his old cabin, which was so generous of him. I don’t come from gobs of money. Or even slivers of cash. I come from humble people, I’m the daughter of a hard-working preacher.

  It’s not like we have lake houses and time shares—and even if we did, they wouldn’t be wi-fi free.

  Which was my one and only request when I told my family I needed some time away.

  Granted, wi-fi would be really helpful at the moment, as I can’t get my bearings and have no clue where my uncle’s cabin actually is.

  Besides, my car is stuck in this snow. I’m not going anywhere.

  This is the time a normal girl would cry.

  But I’m not a normal girl. I was raised to keep my chin up, to be grateful in all circumstances. To believe that everything happens for a reason. Even the worst things.

  Even things like having a broken heart. Because even if my heart got broken in the process of Luke leaving me, it’s better that it happened now instead of a month from now.

  Still … I’m going to need a lot of time to heal.

  Biting my lip, I try to think through my next step. I’ll freeze if I stay in this car tonight; even though it’s stuffed to the gills with blankets and provisions, I know it can drop to freezing in the Idaho State Forest in January.

  Heaven knows I don’t want to die tonight.

  I close my eyes, and ask for a sign.

  When I open them, it’s like a miracle. Through the windshield, in the distance, I see a tiny trail of smoke reaching the clear night sky.

  Whoever lit that fire is my Savior. I need to find him.

  CHAPTER 2

  JAX

  Sitting by the fire in a leatherback rocker, I contemplate throwing on another log. But I’m wearing jeans and a buttoned flannel, and it’s pretty toasty in here already.

  Instead I unbutton my shirt and then pick up the rag I’ve been using to polish my axe blade.

  Okay, I know I love this fucking thing, but I’m not some axe murderer. I just know tomorrow’s work will go a lot easier if I have a sharp tool to hack at wood with.

  I call it work, but I know it’s not a job. I’m through with the bullshit of running a company in a city where assholes are in charge.

  So now I polish an axe blade instead of running the trucking company I built from the ground up. Well, that I built with my best friend, Dean.

  Sleeping with the Sherriff’s daughter got me into trouble–which really fucked with our business plan. Dean was pissed I slept with her because next thing we knew Sherriff Martin was doing anything in his power to screw with us … namely me.

  It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know who the hell she was. The next thing I knew we had taxes and fees slapped on our fucking truckloads every time I went to the weigh station.

  Sherriff Martin wanted me out of Coeur d’Alene. That’s bullshit. No man can tell me what I can do. I left on my own terms.

  I can sleep with who I want, when I want.

  And the last thing I wanted was to screw over Dean. I’m not a motherfucking asshole. I took my name of the ledgers and became a silent partner.

  And got the fuck out of there.

  Now, my life has become pretty damn familiar. But I knew that would happen when I decided to ship out here, set up my man-cave in the woods.

  Jameson starts barking like a goddamned fool, and I shake my head. I love my Irish wolfhound, but he gets all wiry out here in the woods, in a way he never was in the city. Every noise, every rustle, every gust of wind causes his ears to stand, his back to arch.

  Maybe it’s just that out here he feels alive. I can relate.

  Jameson is going nuts now, barking up a real shitstorm.

  “Goddamn it, what’s your deal?” I ask, standing. I walk to the window and pull back the shades. Maybe some big-ass black bear has wandered down the mountain.

  But what I see causes me to jump back in surprise.

  This is no bear. Not even a cub.

  I pull open the front door—shit, the only door in this one room cabin.

  “What the hell are you doing out in a snowstorm?” I yell to the woman, Jameson barking behind me.

  She’s terrified, eyes wide and bright blue. Her hands clench a phone, using it as a flashlight, and her neck is wrapped with a hand-knit white scarf.

  “I … I … I’m lost,” she says, melting in a pool of tears out there in the snow. She’s gonna freeze to death if she keeps crying. Ice crystals are gonna streak her cheeks.

  “What the hell are you doing? You some crazy-ass fool?” I ask.

  “No. I’m just. Really. Really. Cold.”

  I run my hands through my hair, trying to assess the fucking situation.

  “Come in.” I pull the door open wider, not wanting some woman’s death on my back. And fuck, this woman is beautiful. Looks like a motherfucking doe in the snow-covered forest. Innocence and purity, her cheeks rosy red, her eyes a glistening blue.

  “Thank you.” She steps inside, not bothering to stomp off the snow she’s carrying with her. This girl has no clue where she is or what she’s doing. Grabbing a heavy-duty flashlight from the shelf by the door, I scan it out over the road.

  In the far distance I see the outline of a vehicle. A small one. A fucking hatchback.

  “You drove through the Idaho State Forest in January in that piece of shit?” I ask, confused as to why this mild creature would be alone out there, at night.

  “In that piece of what?” she asks, disoriented. She spins, taking in my cabin, and when she does I see that beneath her fitted parka is a round
little ass and curvy hips. Her blonde hair spills over her shoulders, nearly hitting her narrow waist.

  “You drove that tiny car in the snow. In January. Whose dumb-ass idea was that?” I ask. She may be gorgeous, but she made a few terrible decisions.

  “Mine?” she asks, shoulders scrunched up. “I didn’t think it was supposed to snow until after I made it here. But then I stopped at Starbucks, and had to run into Safeway for some groceries, but they didn’t have the soup I like so I had to go to another store … and the next thing I knew the day had slipped away.”

  “Where were you headed, exactly?” I ask, wondering who let this naive woman out of their sight. This pretty thing is gonna get herself killed in the woods, the way she’s going.

  “I’m going to my uncle’s cabin.” Unzipping her coat, she continues. “It’s around here. I know it must be really close. I just didn’t bring a paper map, and didn’t exactly think through the fact that my phone service was going to cut out.”

  “What did you think through?” I bolt the door shut, knowing she is staying put. Sure, I swore off the city, but I didn’t swear off women.

  I watch as she tugs her jacket off, revealing a perfect pair of tits. Fuck, this girl is porn star material. Perfect DDs pushed together, taunting me in that V-neck sweater.

  “It’s really hot in here,” she says, fanning herself, looking at the fire. “It’s like a sauna.”

  “It’s not that hot,” I say, though I know she’s fucking right. The heat level increased the moment she walked through the door.

  “Anyways,” she says. “I thought through enough. I just didn’t realize I’d get stuck. Can you help dig the car out so I can get to the cabin?”

  “You crazy?” I scoff at this woman. I’ve met so many like her before, not thinking through a goddamned thing. Not realizing the implications of their requests. Who the hell did she think she was? “You aren’t going anywhere tonight.”

  She laughs. It’s a soft and sweet laugh, no rough edges on her. “I need to get to the cabin. If you won’t help, can I at least borrow a shovel?”

  “I’m not giving you anything of the sort. Not in the pitch dark, just so you can get stuck twenty yards up the road. You’re gonna need a tow to get out of that mess.”

  “Well, then, what am I supposed to do?” she asks, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry for showing up here like this. I’m such an idiot.” She shakes her head, biting her lip “I can’t do anything on my own. Luke was right. I’m like a little girl with no experience.”

  I pull back my shoulders, trying to get a read on this woman. She may not have a lot of life experiences, but she makes up for it with charm. She fucking drips sweetness. I want to lick her like a goddamned honeypot.

  “Hey, no tears,” I tell her, trying not to sound gruff. I don’t have experience with relationships—I like to fuck fast and dirty, then move on to the next conquest—but I know enough to not be a complete dick when a woman cries. “Seriously. They are a fucking waste of time.”

  I watch her flinch at my words, and her tears start flowing more freely.

  “I mean, it. You’ve gotta fucking stop with that. You aren’t a little girl. You’re a goddamned woman.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “There are two things you need,” I tell her, my arms crossed, my mouth twitching.

  She looks at me all wide-eyed and innocent. Her chest heaves as she takes a deep breath, trying to control her crying.

  “First of all, you need to get comfortable with the idea of sleeping here tonight, because you are.”

  I watch her look around the cabin again, her eyes landing on the two chairs next to the fire, on the table set for one. Her eyes wander to the ladder leading to the one-bed loft.

  “And what else?” she asks. “What else do I need?”

  “You need to calm the fuck down.”

  Her lips part in a smile, and—fuck me now—her face lights up this room.

  “Why are you smiling?” I ask, realizing this woman is the opposite of the women from my past who were greedy and gluttonous, just like me. This woman is a goddamned angel.

  “Today my motto was Keep Calm and Carry On,” she says. “And then my car got stuck and I prayed for a miracle. I saw the smoke from your chimney, and it was like you were my savior. And now you just said my motto … albeit a bit more garishly … but my motto nonetheless. Calm the Eff Down. I can do that.”

  “What else can you do?” I ask, knowing exactly what I want her to do. I’ve been in the forest for two months, and I’m ready to fuck. I want her to spread her legs and I want to get her wet with my hard wood.

  But she doesn’t show me her pussy. Yet. Instead she sticks out her hand and says, “I can introduce myself. I’m Harper. And I’m so happy to have found you.”

  HARPER

  The moment I set foot in the cabin I feel like my prayers have been answered. I know, it might be a little dramatic. But the entire time I stumbled through the snow to get to this cabin I prayed that it would be safe, and warm and not, like, the cabin of an axe murderer.

  Sure, this man appears a bit intense. His flannel is unbuttoned, revealing a chest covered in tattoos, and he’s strong and built like a man made for the outdoors. Broad shoulders and big hands.

  And when he turned to bolt the front door shut, I couldn’t help but sigh internally at the sight of his perfect rear in those worn jeans. Even though I know it’s wrong to lust after a man.

  But I’m not scared of him, or this place. He has furniture where it belongs, and everything in his cabin appears clean. Not at all like him.

  He looks dirty—not, like, needs to take a shower dirty, but dirty like the men my father warned me about. Dirty like a man who knows his way around a woman.

  Not anything like Luke. I admit, every time Luke touched me with his clammy hands, I was slightly repelled about the idea of our impending wedding night.

  I always felt bad for thinking it, but every time I imagined being carried across the threshold and laid upon my wedding bed, it broke my heart a little. I couldn’t help but feel let down, to have saved myself for marriage to a man like Luke.

  A man who didn’t even know how to use his tongue to kiss me.

  One look at this mountain man, and I can tell he knows exactly what to do with his body, where to put his tongue. He stands with arms crossed, sizing me up. I like the way it makes me feel when he looks at me.

  Warm, all over. Tingling. Awake.

  He uses words more crass than any man I’ve ever spoken with. I’m never around rough and tumble men. Just the men in my father’s congregation.

  Standing in this cabin, I feel a long way from church.

  I’m sure this man thinks I’m an absolute fool. Showing up here, like I need rescuing.

  But I do. I need to be saved.

  CHAPTER 3

  JAX

  I know a horny woman when I see her. Fuck, I’ve seen a lot of them.

  And sure, Harper is fresh, a woman who’s never been tapped. Everything about her drips with innocence—but her eyes are dripping with desire as she looks me over.

  I feel the same fucking way as I rake my eyes across her body.

  “My name is Jax,” I tell her.

  “Just Jax?” she asks.

  “Jax as in Jaxon. But nobody calls me that,” I say.

  “Okay, Jax….” She bites her lip as if she doesn’t know what to do next.

  “If you give me your keys, I’ll hike to your car and get you your shit for tonight.”

  “And leave me here?” she asks, panic written over her face.

  “Shit, woman, what’s your problem? You running from someone?” I cock a brow at her, trying to figure her out.

  “Not someone,” she says defensively. “But maybe something. My fiancé just left me … so yeah, I’m a bit vulnerable at the moment.”

  “Honey, don’t you know you shouldn’t tell strange men in the woods that you’re vulnerable?”


  “Why not?” she asks. Her eyes dance with light and I can instantly tell that, while she may be a sheltered girl, she’s a playful one. That will be handy to remember when I fuck her tonight.

  And it’s gonna be wild. I’ve been alone in this cabin for long enough.

  She peers down at her chest, looks up at me with her pale blue eyes, and then asks, “Why wouldn’t I want you to know that I am vulnerable?”

  Oh, fuck me, woman. I feel my thick cock get nice and hard when she opens her pouty little mouth and speaks with innuendo. I know where I’d like those lips of hers to go. Right around my hard trunk.

  I think she’d like it, too.

  “Your keys,” I say, holding out my hand.

  She gets them from her coat pocket and hands them to me. When she does, I resist the urge to just grab her hand and pull her to me. I want to take her by the waist and throw her over my shoulder and head up the ladder to my loft.

  I can picture tossing her on the bed and spreading those legs and burying my head in what must be a perfect, untouched pussy.

  I have before me a woman who has never been fucked, that much is clear.

  “My stuff is all thrown in, kind of all jumbled together,” she says. “So if you can just grab my tote in the passenger seat that would be great.”

  “Sure thing,” I say, grabbing my coat from the hook by the door.

  “Oh, actually, I need other stuff too. That tote bag is just my toiletries. None of my clothes. I don’t know … maybe I should go look for that other stuff? It’s all a mess.”

  “Girl, you aren’t going back out there in that snow. You can get your clothes tomorrow.”

  “Then what will I wear to bed?” she asks.

  “How about nothing?” I say, pulling open the door. I have to get out of here before my cock explodes. I have so much fucking wood for that woman, the only thing besides her that will chop it down is the frigid cold.

  I have to find a way to get her to warm me back up before the night is through.

  I thought being a lone mountain man was enough, but maybe I was wrong.

  HARPER

  Oh, my heart. I’ve never felt the space between my thighs tingle in such delight. A wetness seeps into my panties as Jax walks out of the cabin, into the snow-covered woods, for me.