Swiped Right by the Mountain Man (The Mountain Men of Linesworth Book 6)

by Frankie Love

  Swiped Right by the Mountain Man

  The Mountain Men of Linesworth

  Frankie Love

  Contents

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  About

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

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  About

  He may have swiped right, but this all wrong.

  After my break-up, I’m in a funk.

  Enter Timber, a new dating app full of bearded hotties.

  I’m matched with Wyatt, a man who’s seriously too hot to handle.

  Ripped biceps? Check.

  Six pack? Check.

  Eyes as clear as a mountain lake? Check.

  Sure, this sexy CrossFit trainer is a player, but I’m not looking for a commitment. And neither is he.

  After a night of sexy-times, we wake to realize we’re total opposites.

  Good thing Timber is just about hook-ups.

  The tiny thing though? I need a favor, and only he can help me.

  I may have given him a super like on the app... but in real life?

  This is a super bad idea.

  Or is it?

  Dear Reader,

  Wyatt knows what you need--a full body workout like you’ve never had before.

  With good reason, this rugged mountain man is all kinds of cocky.

  He doesn’t need to lift weights when he can pick you up and put you right where you belong: in his lap.

  It’s time to swipe yes, please.

  xo, Frankie

  Prologue

  Windsor

  I’ve always been the practical one. It wasn’t a hard role to fit into considering Kensie, my older sister, is the cray-cray member of the family. But now that she’s engaged, she’s become... I don’t know, less of a wild card. More of a sure bet.

  And for the first time in my life, I’m the one who doesn’t have my act together.

  I’ve been in break-up mode for the past forty-eight hours. Rocking a stretched-out tank top, pajama pants printed with tiny llamas, and hair so ratty no amount of dry shampoo can fix it. I need back up.

  “Kensie,” I text. “Just come over. Please.” Then I fall back on my bed and begin scrolling through Facebook, torturing myself by looking at Markus living his best life. Why do I care what that cheating sack of bologna is doing?

  Because we dated for, like, three months. I know it wasn’t forever, but I thought it was going somewhere. Instead, our entire history was deleted in a single day.

  When my sister arrives a half hour later with Tillie, her BFF, I know I made a good choice in reaching out.

  Kensie has brought sustenance in the form of pints of ice cream—my very favorite non-dairy sorbet—and a bottle of organic Pinot Grigio from a local winery. They know me well.

  And while I’m usually a health food freak—if I’m going to bend the rules with all this sugar—tonight is the night. Tillie is already pulling up a playlist titled GET OVER HIM.

  This pair is golden, and while my sister is four years older than me, we’ve become so close since I moved back to town this past year. It was supposed to be just for the summer as a nanny, but then I decided to finish my business degree online, which I did as of a month ago. Yay me! Living in the big city of Seattle was fine for a while, but I missed the mountains of Linesworth.

  “Markus was a douchebag from day one, Winnie,” Kensie says. “You can do way better than him.”

  “But he was so put together. He worked at a bank. He owned his own home. He—”

  “He cheated on you with a ski instructor,” Tillie says. “He doesn’t get your tears, girl.”

  “And you’re twenty-one years old. You’ve said yourself, you don’t want to settle down. And you’re your own woman. You’re planning on opening a juice bar for goodness sakes. You have drive all on your own. You don’t need a man with a thirty-year mortgage to tie you down. You just need to have fun,” Kensie points out.

  “Maybe,” I sigh, taking the pint of lemon sorbet. “But you’re so happy, Kens, now that you have Kodiak. I want a happily ever after too.”

  Kensie walks to the kitchen and grabs spoons. Handing me one, she twists her lips. “Then you should maybe take a shower. Because this,” she points to my clothing and hair situation, “isn’t exactly working.”

  I moan, digging into the sorbet. Her input sounds like a lot of work. Showering. Washing my hair. Putting on clean clothes. I look over at my laptop.

  “A Netflix marathon of Gossip Girl sounds way more fun than going to a bar to find a one-night stand,” I tell them.”

  “You know,” Tillie says with a glimmer in her eye. “I have an idea.”

  “Are pants required?”

  She shakes her head and grabs my phone from the nightstand. “Nope, but a really good selfie is. I bet you have one on here.”

  I try to snatch my phone from her, not liking where this is headed, but she squirms away.

  “It’s a great idea, promise. You need a rebound. Have you heard of Timber?”

  I shake my head, looking lovingly at the unopened bottle of wine. Like the good sister she is, Kensie heads back to the kitchen for a bottle opener and clean glasses.

  Not sure she’ll find any considering my sink is filled. I haven’t exactly been in the mood to clean. Wallowing alone in bed is way more fun than that.

  “It’s a new dating app. Like, you swipe right on a guy if you’re interested, left if you’re not. If you both swipe on one another, you’re matched.”

  “Where are these potential suitors located?”

  Tillie smiles, pulling up the app she’s already downloaded. “They all have to be in a thirty-mile radius. So, it’s like, perfect for you.”

  “What’s the catch?”

  She laughs. “That’s the best part, there isn’t one. Timber is made for mountain men only. If you’re a guy and you want to be on the app, you have to have a beard.”

  “That’s...” I pause, looking for the word.

  “Brilliant?” Tillie laughs. “Out of town guys who come to Linesworth for the weekend, hop on the app and look for a hook-up. It’s perfect for a rebound. And guys who come here are usually looking for outdoorsy stuff. Which means they are usually the bearded ones.”

  I take my phone from Tillie. “What is a super like?” I ask, looking at the screen and seeing an image of a heart that I can choose to tap to make a “super like”.

  “Oh, that’s what you do when you, well, super like one of the users. Only tap the heart if you are really interested.” She’s already created a profile for me. All it needs is a photo. “I don’t know if I’m a hook-u
p kind of girl.”

  Kensie hands us each a glass of wine, then sits next to us on the bed. “Winnie, 95% of the time you are totally practical. What if tonight, you gave into that other 5% of your personality?”

  I exhale, not liking the way I feel. Lonely.

  “What if no one swipes right or whatever on me?”

  Tillie laughs. “That won’t happen, believe me. You’re beautiful, inside and out. A guy will see that you have a good heart.”

  Kensie rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Guys go on this app to get laid, not to have a heart-to-heart connection. They want big bootys or boobs or whatever.”

  This gets me to crack a smile. I was blessed with junk in my trunk and a rack that needs extra wide bra straps for support. My body is the mirror opposite of my older sister’s.

  “I guess I could try,” I say, scrolling through my camera roll, looking for a flattering photo. I pick one and upload without overthinking it. “Now what?”

  Kensie grins, saying, “Now you start swiping.”

  Chapter 1

  Wyatt

  This woman is a new user. She has to be. I’ve never seen her picture on the app before and if I had, I would have remembered. I would’ve swiped the fuck out of that photo. Which is what I do right now.

  As I sit on the couch in the living of my brother’s apartment, my pointer finger makes a practiced motion, swiping where I want to go: right to her. One look and I’m smitten. She has wavy blonde hair, green eyes with flecks of gold, sun-kissed skin. I don’t think she has on any makeup, and she doesn’t need it. She looks healthy, alive... my kind of girl.

  I’m not saying the girls I hook up with have to be super fit to be my type, but usually, it’s what I’m drawn to. Someone who is active and interested in hiking, rock climbing, working out.

  I’m not a fitness-obsessed dude… exactly. Okay, I am, but it’s because I’m trying to open a CrossFit gym. So, it is kind of my life. I’m a personal trainer, but I’m looking to expand.

  But today it’s no work. It’s all pleasure. Right now, I’m looking at the woman who I’m going to take to bed.

  She’s gorgeous. That little smile of hers tells me she likes to have a good time. Her name is hidden unless there is a match. A moment later, there’s a ping.

  “Congratulations! You have a match!”

  I take a swig of my beer and grin, having suspected that would happen. The app, Timber, tells me it wasn’t just a regular match, this woman Super Liked me, which is more assertive and certainly gets my attention. Now that we’ve been matched, I can see her name and a brief bio.

  ❤️ Windsor, 21

  I’m on the rebound. No strings. Just want to have fun. I don’t date douche bags or druggies. ❤️

  It’s to the point, straight up, and I like it. This girl seems sensible, no-nonsense, practical. Grinning I think, not too practical, considering she’s on Timber.

  I open the direct messages and type out a text to her.

  “Hey! We’re a match!” Not exactly suave, but I hate bullshit, cheesy pickup lines. I am what I am, no false anything. These muscles are real, just like my intentions.

  “I’m a first-timer,” she writes. “So how does this work?”

  “Are you free now?”

  “I will be in an hour. I’m currently rocking yesterday’s clothes and could use a shower.”

  I laugh. Who admits that? “I could always help with the shower.”

  Forward, sure, but we’re both on this app for one reason: to get laid.

  “Um, thanks for the offer, but I’m not exaggerating,” she types. “My sister says I can’t leave the house without doing something about my hair.”

  I smirk, she really isn’t holding anything back. It makes me glad I’m the one she matched with, considering she’s acting like an open book. She needs to be a little more cautious on apps like this. If a guy was less honorable, she could get herself in a less than ideal situation.

  “So, how about drinks at Main Street Pub in an hour?” I ask.

  “I’ll be there.” Then she sends me a heart-eyes emoji. Well, that was easy enough. I like this girl even more than I did at first sight. No unnecessary flirting, no silly banter to get us where we both want to go. In bed.

  I had been planning on going out tonight. I just didn’t know with whom. Now I do, and considering this woman is the girl of my dreams – if I’m going off looks alone – I figure I ought to pull out all the stops.

  I run oil over my beard and tug on a clean T-shirt that fits snugly around my biceps. Next, I put on a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of brown boots. Finally, I reach for a flannel shirt and cuff the sleeves, then button it up over my broad chest.

  Windsor went on Timber looking for a mountain man. It’s a good thing I fit the part. I was born and raised in the wilds of Montana and moved out here just a few months ago following my brother. We figured that with both our parents gone, we’re the only family we’ve got. So, we decided to stick together.

  I’m crashing at his two-bedroom apartment for now, but I plan on getting a place of my own. He owns a food truck in town and so the both of us both have an entrepreneurial streak.

  It was a good call, coming out here. Linesworth is a great place, and there’s no competition as far as a CrossFit gym goes. If I get my bank loan approved, I will own the first gym of its kind in the area.

  I text my brother, Benji, letting him know where I’ll be tonight, then head out to my truck.

  It’s a crisp night, stars fill the sky, and even though it’s only October, I can already tell it’s going to be a great winter. Not much rain, lots of snow… perfect for a tourist town like this. I drive down toward Main Street, marveling at the Bavarian village.

  It always catches me off guard. It’s picture perfect, the kind of place you move to and you never leave. I’ve gotten to know some people in town since I’ve moved in. The owners of a guide shop, Clive and his brother-in-law, Charlie, have taken me out on a few mountain treks as I got to know the lay of the land. They both tell me that once you move here, you never leave.

  Sounds good to me. I have a problem putting down roots—but I want to establish a business here and have no intention of leaving the place Benji calls home. That doesn’t mean that right now I have any interest in a long-term relationship right now.

  I just want to have fun and enjoy my 20’s. Though at twenty-eight I realize that those sweet years are creeping to an end.

  After parking my truck down the street from the pub, I jump out taking a deep breath of the mountain air, as I prepare myself for a good time. I have no idea what to expect when it comes to this girl, Windsor, but I’m ready to find out.

  I’m ready to get laid. Ready to sink my cock into her creamy cunt, crass as that may sound. We both went on Timber for one reason and one reason only. To hook up, just like she said in her bio.

  I walk into the bar, scanning the crowd for a girl who caught me off guard by just how beautiful she is. She’s not here yet, so I sidle up to the bar and order a whiskey neat.

  I take a drink, ready for my night to begin.

  Chapter 2

  Windsor

  My hair is washed and dried, my legs have been shaved and I put on a pair of pretty panties and a lacy bra.

  “You’re sure this is a good idea?” I ask Kensie and Tillie as I step into a dress. “What if he’s a lunatic?”

  Tillie laughs. “Then you’ll leave. And don’t worry, we will be at the bar watching just in case something shady happens.”

  “Thank you,” I say, facing the mirror as my sister zips up the little black dress. It’s short, tight, and strapless. If there was a dress that says let’s go get frisky, this is it.

  “This guy Wyatt is gonna cream his jeans,” Kensie says.

  “That’s the most seventh-grade comment you’ve ever made,” I tell my sister as I filter through my make-up bag. “Should I wear a clear gloss or go for something more glam?”

  Tillie twists her lips. “Gloss.
You were au naturel in the photo you posted, you want to give him what he is expecting.”

  Seeing her point, I slide the lip-gloss over my lips. Tillie may be a virgin and a total sweetheart, yet she’s the savviest when it comes to this dating app.

  Walking to the kitchen, I grab a bottle of juice I made earlier today. It’s wheat grass, ginseng, and ginger. Perfect to calm my nerves. I pour myself a glass and offer it to my compadres.

  We all take a glass and clink the rims. “To Timber,” Kensie says.

  “To Timber!” Tillie and I repeat, before drinking the flavorful concoction. I am so proud of my homemade juices and I really hope the business loan goes through at the bank, so I can open my juice bar.

  It’s my dream in life. The biggest hurdle I’m scared of at the moment is Mark, my ex, and also my loan officer, screwing me over. Not in the way he screwed the ski instructor, of course.

  “So, I guess, now, I go to have the first one-night stand of my life?” I scrunch up my shoulders feeling a little jittery.

  Kensie laughs, looking at my phone. She has his profile up and turns it toward me. “Yep, that is pretty much the plan. He just messaged you saying he is there.”

  “He is sexy, right?” I swallow, knowing the answer. Wyatt is clearly in shape, has a bright smile, eyes so blue, so crystal clear, it puts our mountainside lake to shame. His bio sealed the deal. He isn’t from Linesworth, so I won’t have to run into him again anytime soon.