Mountain Man's Curvy Woman (Curvy Women Wanted Book 21)

  EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ®

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2020 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-0-3695-0136-3

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Audrey Bobak

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  MOUNTAIN MAN’S CURVY WOMAN

  Curvy Women Wanted, 21

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2020

  Chapter One

  There was absolutely nothing wrong with his masterful presence. Just the sight of him alone, chopping wood for the fire, was enough to fill her with a need for sex and she’d never felt that. No man had ever made her think of sex and fucking, such raw, wanton desire.

  Meghan Young wrinkled her nose as she pressed delete on her laptop. This was insane. Staring out the window and writing about the mountain man who’d taken her in was just crazy.

  Sitting back in her chair, she tried not to look at those shoulders. It was snowing outside and Mount Row had built up a sweat. After stepping away from her desk, she paced the room. Her agent and publisher had advised she take this much-needed break. In fact, William had insisted on it. Had told her that she’d been working herself to the bone for too long and now she needed to get away to the middle of nowhere.

  By nowhere, there was no internet connection. The house she’d been sent to was an old friend of William’s, Mount, the current concentration problem she was having.

  She sat back down again so she could no longer stare at him out her bedroom window.

  Something had happened to Mount, and he’d withdrawn from all social life. He made a living, though she didn’t know how. But his home was up in the mountains, away from any town or city. In fact, people who wanted to find this place would have to hike. He’d picked her up from the airport, bringing her back to his place. His driveway was secluded and gated. All of his land was fenced as well, and he’d told her she wouldn’t need to worry about the potential for trespassers or hunters. He had everything under control.

  There was electricity, just no wi-fi. He didn’t even have a cell phone. There was one single landline, and that was all.

  He had no interest in online life.

  William hadn’t told her why, and seeing as she’d only been at Mount’s place for a grand total of two days, neither had he.

  No man had ever impressed her but Mount was different. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about anything. He came and went as he pleased. His home was her home for as long as she wanted or needed it.

  Getting to her feet again, she couldn’t help but watch as he carried several large pieces of wood over to the stack.

  Those muscles. They were a dream.

  Closing her laptop, she made her way downstairs to make a cup of tea. She’d become partial to the brew during her stay in England and loved to have a nice cup. The kettle had just finished whistling as Mount came in.

  “Thirsty?” she asked.

  She’d never been much of a people person so Mount’s grunt was more than welcome.

  He made her a little nervous. Not because he was so tall and muscular, it was her reaction to him. She wasn’t used to having so much … feeling for a man. Any man. She wasn’t a virgin or anything. She’d had a relationship or two. At thirty years old, a part of her had hoped to have already settled down by now, but it hadn’t happened. She hadn’t even come close to it.

  “I’m sorry. I still don’t know how to make coffee.”

  “It’s fine.” His voice was so deep. She had to pause as she listened to him, forcing a smile to her lips, and put the large cup in front of him. He blew across the surface before taking a big sip. “I’m heading into town today to gather some supplies. A cold snap is heading in. There’s concern for snow. It could get deep and once it hits, I can be up here for a couple of weeks, even a month or two.”

  “Wow,” she said, sitting down across from him. She was a curvy woman. Had all the big hips and tits to make her so, but next to Mount, she felt delicate, small.

  “Would you like to come?” he asked.

  “You’re happy with me coming into town with you? Is that allowed?” William had told her he’d given Mount strict instructions for her to relax, rest, and write when she needed. So far, she had tried to avoid Mount and only watched him from her bedroom window. The man was always doing something. It was impossible to keep up with him. Most of the time, he was surrounded by large, dominating dogs. They were a little scary. Actually, they were scary before she had gotten to know them. They were large, cuddly bears, and she adored them now.

  Mount laughed. “Of course it’s allowed. I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’re going straight to the store, that’s it. You can tell me what it is you want to eat as well. Bear in mind, we’re going to be trapped here for some time.”

  “You and me?”

  “Yes, and the dogs, cats, and rabbits.”

  He kept a lot of animals.

  She smiled. “I’d like to get out. But there’s no way we can take a trip to the library?”

  “Nope. You’re not going anywhere than where I am. I do have my orders.” He finished off his tea. “You really are a workaholic, aren’t you?”

  “That’s me.”

  “You do know that kind of shit isn’t healthy.”

  “So I’ve been told.” She’d been working nonstop for as long as she could remember. Ever since she got her first acceptance for her first book, her life had been on the computer, typing away, working, making her job her entire life.

  She had no friends, nothing.

  Pushing her long, blonde locks out of the way, she smiled at him. “It’s all good.”

  Mount kept on staring at her and she really didn’t know if his gaze was sexual or not.

  “If William hadn’t stopped you, you’d still be working, wouldn’t you?”

  “We’ll never know.” She got to her feet, hating his … look. It was like he was assessing her and didn’t like what he saw.

  Did Mount even like women with a bit of weight on them? She glanced down at her body. Okay, a lot of weight?

  It doesn’t matter what he likes. You’re not here to date.

  ****

  Mount was very much aware of the curvy woman as she jumped into his truck. His dogs were back in the house as he needed the extra room for all the groceries and their food as well. With a storm coming, he always liked to be prepared.

  Fucking William.

  His friend knew what he was doing when he sent Meghan here. For the past five years, Mount had been alone in his little wilderness with no one to come and bother him. Now, everywhere he turned there seemed to be a reminder of this woman.

  He hadn’t been with a woman in years and now Meghan had entered his world for a bit of relaxation, rest, and to gather her thoughts. That was what William said. She’d worked herself to the bone and he wouldn’t accept any more stories off her until she did as she was told.

  She pulled on her seatbelt and he couldn’t help but admire her full, juicy thighs. They were made to be wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her. It wouldn’t be so hard to either. Her body looked soft in all the right places, and damn it, his cock had a mind of its own.

  A
s he turned over the ignition, the sweet citrus scent of her perfume permeated the air, filling every single part of his soul as well. He hadn’t ached for anyone in years, or in fact, ever, yet this woman, she was driving him crazy. To know she was only down the hall, well, it wasn’t exactly easy. Even when he caught her walking around in her immature pajamas. It was all just a little too much at times.

  Running a hand down his face, he continued down the path toward the main road that would lead into town. It was bumpy and every now and then he found himself drawn to the curves of her breasts. They were beautiful.

  Full.

  Ripe.

  He could imagine licking at her nipples. If only he knew if they were large or small. It didn’t matter to him so long as they filled his mouth. He wanted to taste them. To consume her.

  Get your head out of your dick.

  There was no way he would allow himself even the merest temptation when it came to her. Meghan was a city girl. She’d been forced to him because of her boss. Now, he was only keeping an eye on her. Taking care of her. Only, he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that.

  He tried to think of other things, but it was useless. All he could think about were those plump lips wrapped around his cock.

  “Wow, this is bumpy,” she said, giving a little laugh. “It’s been so long since I went to a fairground. I feel like I’m on some kind of ride.”

  He smiled. He adored her laugh. It was light, sweet, charming.

  Entering the main road, he heard her sigh.

  “I loved that. So, this storm. It’s going to snow, right?”

  “Probably.”

  “Will the house be warm enough?”

  “It’s why I was cutting the logs.”

  “Oh, yeah, I saw you.”

  He glanced over at her and saw her grimace.

  “I mean, I was looking out my bedroom window and I saw you cutting logs. Not like I was a bad stalker or anything. Just you know, observing.”

  “I get it.”

  “You do? That’s great. I’m not a weird person. So, Mount, tell me, do you miss … you know, not having to travel down a really rocky path to get to town?” she asked.

  He caught her gaze on him. She had pretty blue eyes, and he loved her hair. Long, blonde, and wavy. It was so long, it was down to her ass.

  Beautiful.

  “You want to know if I miss living with civilization?”

  “I … I guess so, yeah.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “I’ve got to know, how come? I mean, no internet.”

  “Have no need for it, nor do I want it. The only real connection you need is with people and if they’re more interested in their phones or whatever, it’s not real.”

  “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She held her hands up.

  “You haven’t upset me.”

  “What caused this? she asked. “William told me that you weren’t like this before.”

  He wasn’t going to answer her questions. “We’re here,” he said, pulling up in the parking lot of the grocery store.

  “That was fast.”

  Mount didn’t linger. He didn’t need to make excuses for the way he lived his life. This was what he loved and the truth was, what he’d always wanted. Grabbing a large cart, he headed inside.

  The truth was there was something missing from his life, and it was the love of a good woman. For a long time, he could ignore the want building inside him for a wife and kids, but he couldn’t be out there, not anymore.

  He loved spending his days walking the forest, caring for his vegetable garden, chopping logs, taking care of his dogs, and when the woman came, he’d love her and their children more than anything.

  Meghan rushed to keep up to his long strides. She had on a big jacket and pulled on a hat to cover her head and face. She looked incredibly cute.

  He’d been around women, sure, but none of them had ever given him this kind of reaction, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he was at least curious. He was, so much.

  But he couldn’t have Meghan, and he certainly wouldn’t make her pick between the city life and his. It wasn’t fair to do that to anyone. She had a life of her own, and one day, she would go back to it, leaving him behind.

  Chapter Two

  Meghan wasn’t a domestic kind of woman.

  Men came and went in her life, but she’d never lived with a man. Helping Mount put away the groceries, she couldn’t help but allow her thoughts to wander to imagine putting away shopping as an actual couple.

  Stop getting crazy thoughts. You’re not together.

  Still, every now and then, she was sure she caught sight of him watching her, checking out her ass, or even her breasts, and far from finding it offensive, she liked it. In fact, she’d removed her jacket and cardigan so he could keep on checking her out. She had no problem with him watching her. In fact, he could do it as many times as he liked and she wouldn’t complain. She’d never done anything like this to show herself off to a man. With Mount, it was different, though. She didn’t know how to explain it, just that it felt right.

  Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she closed the refrigerator with her butt and stepped up to the counter.

  Mount was feeding his dogs and she stood to watch him. He loved them, and seeing him run his large hands down their bodies, she was starting to yearn for his touch on her instead.

  “So, I was thinking, you know, how about I make dinner?” she asked.

  “You can cook?” He looked toward her. He’d been the one cooking for the both of them.

  “Yes. I can cook a wicked lasagna. Are you happy with me giving it a go?”

  “Sure, I don’t mind at all.”

  She smiled and went to the fridge. She was going to wow him with her mad cooking skills. She’d gotten all the necessary ingredients out of the fridge just as the telephone rang. It was the land line.

  Again, her cell phone didn’t work out here or when it did, it was impossible to hear anyone on the line.

  It was strange. After the first hour, she’d put her cell phone away and hadn’t even missed it. There was a time she didn’t think she could ever live without her phone.

  “Hey, Will. Yeah, she’s here.” Mount held out the phone for her to take.

  Her fingers brushed his and she tried not to show it mattered to her, but it did.

  Nibbling her lip, she waited. “Hey, Will. How are you doing?”

  “Meghan, how are you doing?”

  “I’m fine. You?”

  “I’m great. I saw there’s a big storm coming your way and wanted to check and see how you’re doing.”

  “I’m doing great. Believe me, I haven’t been out of Mount’s sight since I got here.”

  “Good. Good.”

  She watched as Mount got out some pots and pans for her to work. “Er, Will. What is … I mean, why is Mount the way he is?”

  “Ah, so you’re curious?”

  “Okay, yes, I am, but I can’t help it. You’re the one who sent me here and well, he’s just so … I don’t know.” Handsome, sexy, irresistible. I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like for him to touch me. My dreams and thoughts are going constantly to sex, and I’m not used to that.

  “Mount is a good guy. This was always his dream and when he achieved it, there was no stopping him. He’ll take care of you. I promise.”

  “It’s not about being taken—”

  “I’ve got to go, sweetie. It was lovely to talk to you.”

  He hung up before she could ask him anything else.

  After putting the phone back in the cradle, she returned to the kitchen where Mount had picked up a book and was sitting at the table reading.

  How could someone make reading so sexy?

  “How’s William?” he asked.

  “Fine. He just wanted to check up on me. You know, the storm.”

  “Yeah, he does it from time to time. I wouldn’t worry.”

  “I won’t. I’m going to get sta
rted on this food.” She tried not to watch him as she got to cooking. After a few minutes, he put the book down and made his way out of the room. She didn’t know what he was doing but as she was waiting for the tomato sauce to simmer and working on her cheese filling, he returned.

  “Fixing the fire. It’s already starting to take on a chill. I’ve put a couple of extra quilts in your room.”

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem.” He sat back down and kept on reading.

  She assembled the lasagna, made her excuses as it was baking in the oven, and went to take a quick shower. She was tempted to touch herself, to put out the blistering fire burning within her, but instead, she didn’t even try. There was no way she’d be able to face him knowing she’d brought herself to orgasm.

  With her head held high, she returned to the kitchen dressed in a pair of fluffy pajamas.

  “I put in some fries,” he said.

  She glanced back at the table to see Mount was sitting there, his hair slightly damp.

  “You took a shower too?”

  “That I did.”

  The lasagna was done, as were the fries. She served them up generous portions and took the seat opposite him, delving into her slice.

  At first, Mount looked nervous.

  “I haven’t poisoned it or anything,” she said.

  “I know. It’s been a long time since anyone has cooked for me. I’m simply enjoying it.”

  “How long has it been?”

  “Years.”

  He was always so cryptic.

  “Well, I used to love to cook.”

  “Used to?”

  “Yeah, work was kind of the only thing I did, you know. I ordered a lot of takeout as cooking interrupted my work.”

  “That’s where a lot of people are making a mistake.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Life is not about work. It’s about living. Work is not living, it’s just existing. Being here, this is living.”