I’ve never been able to make myself orgasm before in my life, and I’m tired of wondering what I’m missing out on – but it’s hard as heck to get in the mood when I know that my dad could knock on the door and ask me if I want a hot cocoa before bed.
Hence, the escape up here. Somewhere to get my mojo back. Or hunt the darn thing down in the first place. I even went out to this little adult store in Syn City and picked up a little purple vibrator that has three separate power settings and buzzes like a swarm of wasps when I turn it on. I’ve been thinking about it for the entire drive up, and I can hardly wait to find out just how well it works.
But honestly, right now, I can’t stop thinking about Cliff. Maybe it’s just the frisky reasons that I took this trip in the first place, but my first sight of him at reception was enough to make me feel a little twisty in my stomach. He’s handsome, tall, with a strong jaw, heavy dark stubble, and slightly messy brown hair tucked under the hood of his jacket. He suits the mountains, exactly who I would picture if I had to describe a man who lived in the wilds like this.
The very same man that I just made that wildly cheesy joke to about being a feral animal myself. Yeah, that’s what men like, isn’t it? When you talk about yourself like you’re a grizzly bear?
Anyway. It’s been a long day and I need to change into some fresh, comfy clothes. I head through to the bathroom and put on the water, glancing out of the large window that looks out onto the windswept mountain beyond me. The view really is beautiful. I feel like the only person in the world right now – or I would, if I didn’t know that Cliff was just a few hundred feet away.
As I begin to peel off my clothes, I can’t help but think about how good it might be to feel his big hands doing it instead. No doubt they’re callused, marked with the work that he has to spend his time out here doing – he didn’t look comfortable behind that reception desk, and it’s clear that he’s far more used to being out and about, living his life free of the constraints that the real world places on him.
I can almost imagine his hand brushing the strap of my bra down from my shoulder, letting it slip from my arm, the way his fingers might trace down my skin. How would his breath feel against my neck? Mmm, I can almost imagine it, the heat of it against the cold of the air that has been washing over me since I arrived.
And soon, I find myself wondering if I am going to need that vibrator at all. Because, right now, the thought alone of that man is enough to get me feeling all hot and bothered.
Chapter Three
Cliff
As I hike towards the top of the hill, my breath coming hard and fast, I find myself grinning. That doesn’t happen too often, at least not without good reason.
But the girl back at that cabin? Yeah, Harper seems like a pretty damn good reason to me. I’m not sure what it is about her that has me feeling this type of way, but I’m not complaining. She’s only here for a few days, and I am going to enjoy every moment of getting to see her fine ass wandering around here in her high-heeled boots.
While I am out here, I figure that I might as well take a hike up to the top of the hill, see if there are any more of those cougar tracks . I want to know where that thing is – or maybe I am just not ready to go back to camp yet. Because all I want to do back at camp is check in that Harper is okay, has everything she needs.
I’m smart enough to know the last thing a capable woman like her needs is a man bugging her when she wants nothing but peace and quiet.
There are no more tracks up here, thank fuck, but that doesn’t mean that my head is clear quite yet. I head back to the campground, and glance down towards the cabin once more, the one that I just dropped Harper off at, and, for a split second, I’m sure I can see the shape of her through one of the windows – her arms over her head, as though she is pulling off her shirt.
I look away at once. What the fuck am I doing? I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here before I do something that I’m not going to be able to take back.