Mister Protector : Mister Mountain Men, Book 2

by Lark Avery

  If I had to make sure she reeked of my cum to keep those assholes away from her, then that was a task I was willing to undertake.

  “I know what we both need, but business before pleasure. What did you find out from the other victims?” She pushed off away from the door and slowly approached my desk. She swung her hips so that my cock stiffened even more. There was no way I could get up from this desk without giving away my massive erection.

  “There’s not much to report.” I shuffled some papers, not meeting her eyes. “No one wanted to talk. Everyone said they’d given statements to Ash already. I’ve been reading through his reports. There’s not much there.”

  “That’s why you should make me your deputy, everyone knows me.” The light in her green eyes both turned me on and scared the hell out of me.

  “There’s no ‘we’ in this, Trudy. I’m the sheriff until Ash returns. This isn’t a game. You should know that better than most.” I stared pointedly at her leg.

  Trudy flushed; it was like a redhead barometer. She was too curious. I liked that when I had in her bed but I had to keep her safe. She needed to stick with computer coding languages and mystery novels.

  I would take care of the culprit behind this. Besides the less she knew the better. Not only for her own safety but because if she ever found out I’d betrayed this community, she would never forgive me. That was one secret I was taking to my grave.

  “Two heads are better than one.” She came over and sat on the edge of my desk. Her glance dropped to my rigid cock encased in my jeans.

  Ahhh. Change of tactics. She was entirely too smart for her own good. I needed to get out of here. Fuck. She was so fucking close, I could smell the scent of her strawberry shampoo. That reminded me of this morning and our time in the shower.

  I didn’t get up from my desk. My hard cock wanted only one kind of activity. “I’ve got to get this billing sorted out. Apparently, my brother only thinks cash flows out. How about I make you dinner later?”

  “That won’t work for me at all. I’m hungry now.” Trudy crossed her arms at her waist and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath, she wore a sheer pink bra. Tossing the shirt onto my desk, she locked her eyes with mine while she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans. Underneath her jeans, she wore a thong with a strip of similar-colored lace across the crotch.

  One mystery solved. I knew she wore a thong.

  We both knew my door was unlocked. And holy hell that turned me on even more. Let those fuckers see me pleasuring her.

  “Trudy, you’re not seducing me into deputizing you.” My breathing felt ragged. Struggling not to lay her out on my desk and bury my cock deep inside her in one fell swoop was wearing on me.

  A flush bloomed across her chest. Her nipples hardened. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dane Barlow.”

  She tensed slightly as Maxim and Gary passed by outside my door. She was one gusty woman.

  And there was no way I was getting up to lock my door.

  Trudy slid around my desk. I swiveled in my chair, giving her an eyeful of my cock fully tenting my thrift-store jeans. This would be the last time I lent my brother my entire wardrobe. Sure, Ash was well dressed at the Missoula hospital, but that meant I was reduced to wearing what meager wardrobe he’d left me at his cabin.

  She crawled up on my big leather office chair to straddle me. “Better?” She breathed, pressing her body against mine. I leaned forward, running my lips lightly against her bare neck.

  Yes.

  Hell. I couldn’t resist her. I never could.

  “This doesn’t mean you won,” I grumbled.

  “Of course not,” she soothed. Her fingers raked through my curls.

  “Seeing your nipples hard under your bra only makes me want to fuck you more.” I nuzzled her.

  “That’s a problem?” She thrust her tits forward, granting me better access. “I can’t show up naked here with contractors. That’d be unprofessional. And probably breaking some codes I haven’t even learned about yet.” She reached down to my zipper. “What are we gonna do about freeing that bad boy?”

  I stopped touching her long enough to slide my jeans and briefs down my hips. Her eager fingers were everywhere, stroking my cock and fondling my balls.

  We kissed as we shed our clothing. Trudy kissed me lightly, her lips teasing mine. I ran my tongue along her lower lip. She moaned and deepened our kiss.

  I moved my hands down the sides of her breasts before settling one hand on her hip and dropping my other hand lower.

  Outside the door, more feet stomped by. She tensed slightly, but I sucked her tongue. With Trudy, there were no games, only passion. I knew what she liked. And I was going to give it to her until she was breathless.

  Placing her hands on my shoulders, she rubbed herself against my cock. Her lace thong was wet with my pre-cum.

  “Take my panties off.” Her fingers laced my hair. She gave a little tug. “Now.”

  “So impatient,” I chided, sliding one finger along the edge of her thong. She shivered at my touch. “Yes.” She hissed.

  I hooked a finger inside the fabric to drag my finger along, her bare pussy. I began slowly stroking her, feeling her press against my finger. I added another finger and increased the pace.

  Trudy moaned low. She reached down for my cock and rubbed the head with her fingertips. Dizziness washed over me. I loved her touch, the right amount of gentleness, and teasing. She licked her lips; pre-cum glistened on my cock. She stroked it from base to head a few more times.

  “Let me suck you,” she whispered. “I want to feel your head deep in my throat.”

  “At home.”

  Though now that she was nearly naked and straddling me, it sounded like a fantastic idea. Trudy on her knees in this office, taking my cock. Sweat beaded at my hairline as I took a breath.

  “Later.” I teased her nipples, rubbing them with my thumbs until the tips were hard beads. Trudy’s moan showed that she liked that a lot.

  Trudy lowered herself more. Taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed around her pussy. Her thong was sticky with both our cum. I snapped the thin fabric over her hip, pulling the thong free of her.

  “You’re a dirty girl. Your panties are so sticky.”

  She nodded.

  “Does rubbing your pussy make you want a hard fuck from me?”

  She growled into the side of my neck. “Please.”

  I tossed the thong on my desk. I sucked on her nipples, wetting the sheer bra fabric. I liked her bra on like this; it was somehow dirtier that she wasn’t completely naked. There was an urgency to our coupling.

  I would fuck Trudy when I was sure she was ready. All her little pleas just strengthened my resolve to push her to even greater pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” she begged softly, kissing the side of my neck. The seam of her bare pussy rubbed against the underside of my cock. I cupped her smooth little mound. She had the prettiest pink pussy I ever saw, but I was probably biased.

  Positioning her hips over my cock, I thrust up in one deep glide. The width of my head was always tight, and I paused, giving her a few minutes to adjust to the size of me.

  The tightness of Trudy’s pussy gloving me made me breathless. The whole world stopped while I was seated deep inside her.

  Trudy tried to bear down to take more of me and wiggle her hips.

  Trudy always did love a good hard fuck.

  It made me want to take her even deeper.

  I slowly withdrew until only the head of my cock rested just inside her pussy. She protested, her nails biting into my shoulders.

  Then I thrust deeply, driving myself fully inside her. “You dirty girl, you want to ride my cock, don’t you?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her, giving her the full length every time before pulling almost all the way out. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate. I wanted her so fucking breathless she wouldn’t be able to remember her
name, by the time she came.

  Trudy kneaded my back in frustration. She cursed me, asking me to pump into her faster. I knew the greater her frustration, the greater her release would be. This wasn’t my first rodeo with her.

  “Shh, baby. Nice and slow.” I sucked her other breast while my hand caressed her peaked nipple.

  Trudy bounced lightly on my cock before settling in for some serious milking. Between her tightness and her enthusiasm, I worked hard to maintain control. I rolled her bra straps off her shoulders, pulling the wet fabric off her breasts. The straps held her arms down at her sides. I loved her throaty moans. She closed her eyes, adding a little hip swivel during my deep penetration.

  Watching Trudy ride my cock—knowing that at any moment we could be discovered—turned me on. Apparently, it worked for Trudy, because she applied herself diligently to her pleasure.

  I adjusted my angle and drove my cock deeper. Her eyelids snapped open, her pink mouth forming a perfect O. “That’s good.” With my hands on her hips, I stilled her motion. She frowned.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me inside you for the rest of the day. Those fuckers out there are gonna smell me on you, know that you are mine. God, I love how tight your pussy is. That’s it, baby, grab me.”

  Trudy’s head dropped back, and she offered her breasts to me. I thrust and sucked; I could feel her inner thighs quiver. Her short, breathy moans deepened. She was so close. I fingered her clit, and her pussy grabbed me.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  I stroked her hard and fast. Trudy’s muscles were tensing, and I knew she was right on the brink of her orgasm.

  “Fuck me!” She gasped, clamping down on my cock to suck up my cum.

  I unloaded my cum deep within her feeling ribbon after ribbon coating her pussy.

  Deep within me, the chant arose. Just because this woman made me horny as hell didn’t mean I lost control of my sense. It was just sex. Damned good, sweaty, heart-pounding, leave-me-breathless sex, but that was all.

  Oh fuck yeah, she was going to smell like my cum for the rest of the day. That thought pleased me to no end.

  I never used a condom with Trudy. In California, I’d never trusted anyone, and I always wore a condom. But coming inside her bare was like nothing else I’d experienced.

  As usual, when I was buried deep inside her, I had the irrational thought I wanted her pregnant. It was ridiculous. We had no future together, but every time I was buried inside her, I half hoped that I’d knock her up good. I liked the smell of me on her and having my cum fill her pussy.

  Trudy slumped against me, her head dropped to my shoulder. Our panting breaths filled the room. I loved having her draped across me.

  When she roused, she kissed my neck. “That was nice.”

  “Nice?” I pulled her closer. “I wasn’t aiming for nice.”

  “I know what you were aiming for. You found it.” She smiled against my neck. “Dane—” she began.

  “The topic of deputizing is not open for discussion.”

  She kissed my shoulder, where her nails had marked my skin. It didn’t hurt me. I liked her unconscious attempts to mark me. It was strange to want to fuck her so badly and so often when she was my best friend.

  Even back in high school, I never had close friends besides her. I was focused on my grades and getting the hell out of Snow Ridge. I knew how to play hockey, hunt, and fish, but none of that really interested me. I wanted to learn everything I could. The world outside Snow Ridge was a vast and mysterious space. I liked the unknowable.

  My brother and I got along well enough, but I never felt the closeness with him that I shared with Trudy. It was like she knew what I thought before I thought it.

  “Stay away from Max.” I turned her head toward me with my finger. “I mean it.”

  Her eyes didn’t meet mine as she slipped her bra straps back up her sleeves. “He’s a darn good electrician. You know how hard it is to find someone good to come up to Snow Ridge? Plus, he knows something. I just know it.”

  My blood pounded in my ears. This was exactly what I didn’t want her to do, strike off on her own investigating.

  “Why do you say that?” My throat felt strangled, getting the words out.

  What does Max know?

  She slid off me, reaching for her clothes piled on the desk. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, muffling her voice. Then her sweatshirt came next. When her face reemerged, she said, “He’s acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.” She held out her hand. “May I have my panties, please? I know you palmed them.”

  “Stay away from him,” I repeated.

  “Max is fine. He’s either here working or sleeping at Gary’s.”

  “Are they gay?” I asked, hopefully. That would make me feel much better.

  Trudy rolled her eyes. “They’re friends. Housing is in short supply up here in case you haven’t noticed.”

  My eyes narrowed in agitation. That damn electrician. It was time he and I had a more serious talk.

  Now that all her passion was neatly tucked away, I wanted to strip Trudy down and fuck her again.

  Apparently, she read my mind.

  “Hold onto my panties until later, if that’ll make you glower less. I’ve got work to do. I can’t spend my time seducing the boss.” She pulled on her jeans, commando. Then she slipped out my door, holding her clipboard but without her panties. She shot me a parting glance that made my balls tighten.

  When she was gone, I pulled my briefs and jeans back on. I tucked Trudy’s panties into my pocket then I pulled them back out. Their pink lace made me smile. Folding them neatly, I placed them in my upper right desk drawer. I liked them there. Starting a collection was the best idea I’d had yet today.

  The rest of the day was spent trying to reconcile accounts and Ash’s haphazard billing system. By late afternoon, I was ready to be done with this mess. Glancing out the window, I saw the steady snowfall would make driving back to Ash’s cabin difficult. I should’ve driven the snow machine to work.

  I found Trudy out in the main lodge great room, poring over thick code guide paperbacks, alone. Max and Gary had headed back home earlier with their usual maximum stomping.

  “How’s it going?” I asked. She bit her lower lip when she was concentrating, and I found that very distracting.

  “I’ve learned something fundamental.” She kept her finger on her place but tilted her face up to mine. Her smile devastated me. “I love writing computer code. I hate deciphering building code.”

  “Good to know. Would you like a ride home?” I felt like a teenager, holding my breath, waiting for her answer.

  “A ride would be great. I’m a little tired today. You should probably stay away from me; I might be getting sick.”

  She kissed me lightly on the lips.

  I deepened our kiss. “I’m very hearty. I drove Ash’s truck here. Once we get back to his cabin, we can take the snow machine to your place.”

  We packed up and headed out to the truck. In these cold temperatures, the truck’s battery needed continuous charging when it wasn’t running. Without the charge, the frigid temps would drain the battery.

  More snow fell, lending the landscape a pristine quality. I glanced up at the sky, but all I saw was more snowflakes falling fast and thick.

  Once on the road, the truck made slow progress. It was a good thing the roads were typically empty because more than once, the truck slide across the road. We avoided the ditches though and for life in Snow Ridge that is the best you can sometimes do. My mind drifted to cozying up with Trudy in the cabin far away from the outside world.

  “Stop!” Trudy’s palm slammed the dashboard. Her other hand pointed toward the right side of the truck.

  I squinted hard ahead in the direction of her hand, but the truck fishtailed again, and I fought to keep the vehicle under my control. The headlights illuminated a figure in fur standing in the middle of the road. It didn’t mov
e despite my traction problems.

  It was a bad sign when you hoped the creature in front of you was a bear.

  This one wasn’t though it was something much worse.

  “What is that?” Trudy breathed.

  The car skidded to a stop about two hundred feet away from the figure.

  I closed my eyes for a second, willing the figure to disappear. When I opened my eyes again, nothing changed.

  Fuck.

  I debated hitting it with the truck. That was how desperate I felt. But Trudy would never understand.

  “Stay here.” I shifted the truck’s gear into park, left the engine running, and started to exit.

  “Like hell, I will.” She reached for her door handle at the same time.

  I pulled her toward me across the seat. “I’m not asking. You will stay in this truck.” I growled.

  Her eyes widened. This was non-negotiable, I would keep her safe at any cost. My gut told me that the price I’d pay for that might well be our relationship.

  “Wait here.” I kissed her warm lips before exiting the truck. It was all I could do not to pull her into my arms.

  But there was no time for that now.

  Outside the truck, a frigid wave of air blasted me—but the problem wasn’t only the weather.

  “Dane.” Rika held both her hands out to me when I was about five feet away. Thick gloves covered the many jeweled rings I knew she wore on her fingers. “I heard you were back. I had to see for myself. I missed you.”

  Rika Muscovy wore a fur hat and a full-length fur coat. As I stepped closer, the face under the furry brim surprised me: the same brilliant blue eyes and fair skin from years back greeted me. Her facial muscles didn’t move, and it wasn’t from the cold. She’d had plastic surgery, and God knew what else to retain her youthful appearance.

  I tried to convince myself that despite her lovely face, she was a monster.

  “How did you know I was in town?” I ignored her outstretched hands. Once I would have crawled on my knees to hold her hands, but I was a boy then. I was a man now, and I would resist her.