Cabin Fever: A Mountain Man Romance

by Rye Hart

  “I’m not sure I can…”

  Jackie was still holding the phone. She brought it to her mouth and took a quick step back from me. “Thank you, Mr. Prescott. That sounds awesome. I’d love to work for you!”

  “Excellent,” he said. “Text me your email address and I’ll send a list of Mr. Jenner’s favorite foods. I’ve already set up an account at the local market, so do the shopping for everything you’ll need for the week and just charge it to our account. Mr. Jenner will see you on Monday.”

  Then the phone clicked off.

  I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. “Jesus, Jackie, what did you do?”

  “I just did what you should have done, cousin,” she said with a smile. “Don’t worry, he learned his lesson. I guarantee you that Tyler Jenner won’t bother you again.” She slid my phone back into my pocket and pecked me on the cheek, then added, “Unless you want him to.”

  * * *

  I didn’t get off work until nearly midnight because a large party had come into the restaurant at the last minute, and the restaurant wasn’t doing so well that Carl could turn paying customers away. They all had salads, appetizers, entrées, and desserts, so it was a wise decision for us to stay late until everyone was well-fed.

  I had just finished wiping down the prep table when Carl came in to hand out the paychecks for the week. I was putting on my parka when he held out the envelope containing my check. I didn’t bother opening the envelope. I made ten bucks an hour and I worked forty hours a week, and Uncle Sam kept a big chunk of it. You didn’t have to be a math genius to know that I made exactly squat.

  “Thanks, Carl,” I said as I tucked the envelope inside my parka. I tugged the gloves from my pocket and gave him a smile. Carl and Doris were like family to me and the boys. If it wasn’t for them I’d probably be working at the Classic Cat with Jackie.

  “Carl, can I ask you something?” I started.

  Carl sorted through the remaining envelopes to see who he hadn’t yet paid. He glanced around the kitchen to see who was left, then cocked a grey eyebrow at me and smiled. “Sure, honey, what is it?”

  “Have you heard anything about some company wanting to buy this entire block and put up a hotel?” I asked carefully.

  Carl wore wire rimmed glasses that were always smudged. He took them off and cleaned them on his tie. “Oh, there have been rumblings about that for years,” he said. “I’m not too worried. We’ve been here thirty years and I own this building and the land it sits on. I doubt the city would let anyone just buy the place out from under us.”

  “That’s good,” I said with a smile. God, I hoped he was right, although, there was something in Carl’s voice that told me that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. Carl wasn’t one to put his problems on others; especially on someone like me that relied on his business for my livelihood.

  I gave Carl a kiss on the cheek and he opened the back door to let me out. He watched and waited until I was safely in my car. The chilly night air bit at my face as I got into my Civic and fired it up. Carl gave me a wave, then went back inside and closed the door.

  Thank God the boys were already asleep and Jackie had gone to work by the time I got home. I’d had enough human interaction for one day. I just wanted to stick in my ear buds and listen to a little John Legend as I soaked in a hot bath.

  I locked the bathroom door. I learned to do that living with teenage boys. I turned on the water to fill the tub and I let the water run steaming hot as I stripped off my clothes.

  I always came home smelling like whatever food I’d helped prepare, and tonight was no exception. I could smell it in my hair and on my skin. I took off the chef’s jacket and held it to my nose. It wreaked of garlic and onions and I dropped it to the floor. I shimmied out of my jeans and panties, then took off my bra and dropped it onto the pile.

  I stood in front of the mirror above the sink for a moment as I waited for the tub to fill. I gave myself the once over, wondering what Tyler Jenner saw that made him want me. Or made him think that I wanted him. Or maybe he didn’t want me at all. Maybe he just wanted to shove his cock into whatever orifice I’d offer him.

  Maybe Jackie was right. She always said fucking wasn’t about people; it was about body parts.

  I seriously doubted that I’d made that much of an impression on Tyler Jenner. In fact, he probably couldn’t pick me out of a line up. Who was I kidding? Tyler Jenner didn’t flash his junk because he thought I was hot. He did it because he wanted to see what I would do. He’d just spent all night screwing the red head with the big tits. What did he want with the likes of me?

  I was thin, like my mom, with decent boobs and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers when they got hard. I kept my blonde bush trimmed neatly. I thought about shaving it once, but Jackie told me the hair would drive me nuts when it started growing back in.

  I blew a long sigh at my reflection, then stepped into the tub. The tub was full and the room was steamy, so I slid down into the water, then put in the ear buds and closed my eyes.

  * * *

  I was back in Tyler’s log cabin.

  I was sitting at the island with the cup of steaming coffee between my hands.

  Tyler was leaning against the counter and the towel that had been covering his cock was on the floor at his feet.

  “See anything you like?” Tyler asked, smiling down at his cock, which was hard and thick and pointing at me like a stiff arm. The bulbous head had swollen to a deep crimson. I could see little droplets of his juice gathered at the slit. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly stroked it back and forth until the head turned purple.

  “I like your cock,” I said, the words carried from my lips on a deep sigh.

  I looked down and realized that I was naked. My nipples were hard. I spread my legs and saw my juices pooling on the stool beneath me.

  Tyler was suddenly in front of me now, close enough to touch. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing into my belly button. The tip was wet and it left a little trail of moisture on my skin.

  I cupped his balls with my left hand and took his cock into my right. I rubbed the underside of the head against my belly, making him moan.

  He put his hands behind his back and gazed down at me. “I want you to suck my cock. I want you to slide it through your luscious lips and take it all into your beautiful mouth. Now.”

  I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees in front of him, all the while keeping my gaze on his eyes. He took his cock in his hand and milked it for a moment. He held the head to my lips and it grew larger before me. He wound his fingers into my hair and pulled me to him.

  I dug my fingers into his rock-hard ass and let my tongue swirl around the underside of the head, where the little nerves meet the shaft. I tasted his juices on my tongue: hot and salty, like the ocean in the summer time. I wrapped my lips around the mushrooming head and sucked on it for a moment. Tyler’s fingers tangled in my hair and he softly moaned my name.

  I took more of him into my mouth. He was ten inches long, thick and hard. He pulled my head toward him and his cock slid into my mouth an inch at a time. I pulled back and he slid across my lips. He pulled me toward him again, and again I pulled back, closing my lips tightly around the shaft, milking with my mouth.

  “I want my cock in your pussy,” he said, smiling down at me. He reached down and put his strong hands on my arms and pulled me up as if I were weightless. He lifted me until my toes dangled in the air and he pressed his lips hard to mine. His hot tongue probed my mouth and I sucked on it sensually. I could feel my hot juices running from my pussy down the insides of my thighs.

  “Turn around,” Tyler said, setting me on the floor and directing me with his hands on my shoulders. “And bend over.”

  I did as I was told. I turned around and bent over with my hands on my ankles, exposing my pussy and asshole to him. He dipped his fingers into my tight, pink hole and moved them around until I thought that I was going to come. He withdrew his wet
fingers and took his cock in hand.

  I felt his fingers dig into my hips and the tip of his erection pressing into my throbbing pussy. He slid inside me, causing me to flinch. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. Then, he slowly slid in another inch, then an another, then another. Soon, his entire cock was inside me, filling me up so much that I felt like I might burst.

  Then he slid fully out of me until the head rested at my opening, then thrust himself in fully again, making me gasp at the feeling.

  The pain was intense for a moment, then, slowly, with each stroke, the pleasure built until I was screaming his name and pressing myself against him. I could hear our skin slapping together and I could smell the aroma of our sex in the air.

  “I’m going to come,” he said, pressing his hands into my hips as he jackhammered in and out of me. My pussy tightened around his shaft as he came. I could feel the hot cum warming my body as he emptied himself inside me.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as every muscle in my body tightened and my juices spewed from within my cunt to mix with his.

  I looked over my shoulder at Tyler. He smiled and said, “COME ON, MAGGIE, I GOTTA PEE!”

  What the hell?

  Why did Tyler sound like my younger brother Tommy?

  My eyes fluttered open.

  I was sitting in a tub of cold water and daylight was breaking through the bathroom window.

  My fingers were buried up to the knuckles inside of me.

  “Maggie!” My brother was beating on the bathroom door.

  I sighed as I pulled myself out of the tub.

  Welcome to Maggie’s world.

  CHAPTER SIX: TYLER

  I had Charlie on speaker phone as I drove the Hummer from the little airstrip where we landed the corporate jet outside of Mountain View to the cabin on the side of the mountain. Charlie had remained behind in Denver to work out the details of the latest development project we had in the works. There was no rush for me to get back to Mountain View, other than I wanted to see Maggie Dean again.

  Silly, I know, but I had not been able to get the look of shock on her pretty face when I flashed my cock at her out of my mind. Hell, I didn’t flash it. I practically flung it out there and yelled, “Come and get it!”

  I would never admit it, especially to Charlie, but a part of me felt bad for what I’d done to Maggie. It was pretty fucked up after all. I just met the girl and offered to pay her for opening up those fuck-ably long legs for me.

  I’d gotten so used to being the “billionaire mountain man” they wrote about in Playboy and Esquire that sometimes, common decency just flew out the window. I was the swinging dick party boy who ordered up women like fast food from a menu.

  I’ll take a blonde, a brunette, and two redheads to go, please. And keep them coming.

  It was almost like I didn’t know how to act around a real girl anymore.

  Maggie was real. She was different. She was sweet. She had self-respect. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

  The women I usually hung out with dropped their panties at the sight of me, but Maggie brought me back down to earth. As much as she needed the job, she didn’t hesitate to tell me to screw off. I had to make her mine.

  I guided the Hummer along the mountain road as I listened to Charlie complain about the bribes he was having to dole out to building inspectors and various government officials to get the deal done. I told him I didn’t need to hear those kinds of details and he quickly changed the subject.

  I sometimes had to turn a blind eye for the good of the company. If some lawyer down the road asked me about any of our shady dealings in Mountain View I wanted to be able to pass a lie detector and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  That’s why I had Charlie.

  Charlie was my dirty deal maker.

  He was paid millions of dollars to get the job done, no matter what it took or whose palm had to be greased or who got hurt in the process.

  My hands were clean and my conscience was clear. Sort of.

  I had no problem sleeping at night.

  I counted hundred dollar bills to fall asleep like normal people counted sheep. I just wanted to win, period. End of story.

  I’d been accused by competitors of using shady business practices in building my empire, but they’d never been able to prove a fucking thing.

  Building an empire is like building a house: it’s all about the layers of insulation. And I was about as insulated as the CEO of a billion-dollar conglomerate could get.

  Honestly, there’s no such thing as ‘a little shady’ in my world.

  That’s like being ‘a little pregnant’ or ‘a little dead’.

  It’s all shady. And it’s all business.

  Being a nice guy killed my dad and I’d be damned if it would do the same to me.

  Tyler Jenner always came out on top. No exceptions, no mercy.

  As I turned onto the narrow road leading up to my cabin I started thinking about my dad, which I often did when I was alone.

  I wondered what he would think of his little boy now, all grown up and on top of the world.

  He would have been proud of where I was on the ladder of life, but maybe not so proud of the tactics I had used to get there.

  Jim Jenner had started Jenner Camping Supply in a little hole-in-the-wall shop in Denver when I was just a kid. He had loved to camp and spend time outdoors, and he’d always wanted his own business. Even though he knew nothing about running a retail shop, that hadn’t stopped him from dumping his life savings into a venture that would eventually kill him.

  Jenner’s sold camping equipment, rifles, hunting bows, knives, thermal underwear, and just about anything else you’d need to survive in the woods.

  The problem was, dad didn’t have what it took to survive in business.

  He was too fucking nice.

  He wasn’t cutthroat enough.

  He let people and vendors take advantage of him.

  He gave people credit and discounts.

  He let them take merchandise without paying.

  He lent money to customers.

  He let people slide.

  And they all sucked off him like leeches until he went broke and couldn’t keep the shop open anymore and his loyal friends had abandoned him in droves.

  At just forty-three years old, he’d had a massive heart attack a week after he closed the store. He’d died with an empty bank account and a broken heart.

  And what did I learn from my dad’s experience?

  That people are parasitic assholes who will suck you dry and leave you to die if you let them.

  In business, loyalty always comes at a price.

  You must do unto others before they do unto you.

  That’s the mentality I had when I used my dad’s life insurance money to reopen his shop as Jenner Outdoors. I sold the same basic camping supplies my dad did, but I added a ton of specialized equipment and gadgets like range finders, GPS units, high powered scopes, and other “big boy toys”.

  It was the mentality I used to build Jenner Outdoors from a little store on a Denver side street into a massive megastore downtown, into a nationwide chain of stores, into the global conglomerate that it is today.

  That’s still my mentality.

  I’ll get mine, you get yours.

  And if I want yours, then by God I’m going to get it too.

  * * *

  The cabin finally came into view and Charlie was still rambling on. I cut him off. “Charlie, I’m pulling up to the cabin. I don’t need to know all the details of the project. Just get it done and fax over whatever I need to sign.”

  “Fine, okay,” Charlie said. I could hear him sigh through the speakers. “Hey, don’t forget, your new chef should be there today. Try to keep your clothes on at least for a few hours.”

  “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” I said. I smiled when I saw Maggie’s battered Honda parked in the drive. I pulled up next to it and shoved the gear into park. I asked, “S
o, when are you coming back to Mountain View?”

  “We have a meeting scheduled with the mayor and town council on Wednesday. I’ll fly in then. Do you want to attend that meeting?”

  I shook my head as if he could see me. I said, “Nope. Just do what you have to do and let’s get this thing moving.”

  “You got it,” Charlie said. “And Tyler?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t fuck this up again.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN: MAGGIE

  I spent most of the morning buying groceries to stock Tyler’s kitchen. Mr. Prescott had set up a charge account at the FoodMart and emailed me the list of Tyler’s favorite foods. It was up to me to figure out the recipes and list the ingredients I’d need, but that wasn’t too difficult because there was nothing fancy on the list.

  You don’t need a recipe to grill a steak.

  Tyler had called himself a basic carnivore and the list proved it.

  I sat in the car outside of the FoodMart and went down the piece of paper in my hand.

  Eggs, bacon, biscuits, gravy, hash brown potatoes, porterhouse steak, filet mignon, ribeye, pork, hamburger, meatloaf, baked potatoes, various vegetables, any kind of homemade dessert (nothing frozen). Coffee, iced tea, milk, orange juice, bottled water, Coors in the bottle.

  It was not unlike the list I made every week, only this time I didn’t have to bargain shop or clip coupons, or skip buying something that wasn’t on sale. Money was no object to Tyler and I doubted he would have given a crap about getting fifty-cents off of dishwashing liquid.

  When I left the store, my old Honda was packed to the gills. She struggled to get up the mountain road to the cabin. There were a few times I leaned into the steering wheel and urged her on, “Come on, old girl, you can do it! Get up that hill!”

  Mr. Prescott had said that there would be a key to the back door waiting for me when I arrived. I found it under the mat and let myself inside. I paused in the kitchen for a moment as images of Tyler’s naked body flashed through my mind. I shook my head to drive the images away, then spent the next hour unloading the car and stocking the cupboards and fridge.