Mountain Boss: Mountain Men Series Book One
Mountain Boss: Chapter 38

The girl has no awareness.

She doesn’t hear me approach.

Doesn’t notice me a few yards away as she stretches her back.

Doesn’t seem aware of the way she’s pushing her tits out.

And clearly doesn’t know I’m behind her when she reaches into her Jeep, going up on her tiptoes as she sticks her ass out to reach across the seat.

The movement makes her shirt rise, and I can see the top sliver of red panties above the band of her jeans.

I tip my head back and exhale.

When I drop my gaze back down, she has one foot in the air, leaning even farther into the vehicle.

I want to hook my arm under her raised knee and bring it up and out, opening her for me as I press my cock into her heated slit.

I want to fuck her against this fucking Jeep.

And I want to do it with my other hand twisted in her braids, holding her head up, craning her neck back so she can look at me with those pretty eyes while her pussy swallows my dick.

She starts to straighten.

“Find everything?” I blurt the question, my voice coming out rough because I’m fighting not to get a hard-on. But I just end up sounding angry.

Something thuds against my chest as Courtney spins around.

Reflex has me catching the item. And even if I couldn’t smell the dessert, I’ve had enough of these to know what it is.

“Sorry,” Courtney gasps, then averts her gaze as she reaches out and plucks the cookie from my hand. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I try to reassure her, but I still sound just as angry. Which makes me angry because I’m not trying to be an asshole right now.

“Um, here.” Courtney holds the drink to her chest with her forearm so she can hold the cookie with that same hand. Then she reaches into her pocket.

I hold out my palm, expecting the card back, but instead she puts a folded receipt and a few bills into my hand.

I start to unfold the paper.

“I-I didn’t realize it was going to charge the card when I ordered, but it’s all there.” Her voice is strained, but when I look up, she’s not meeting my eyes.

With the receipt unfurled, I read the items.

Hot dog, slice of pepperoni pizza, frozen mocha, chocolate chip cookie.

The ten-dollar bill and three single dollars are wrinkled and warm.

I know money is filthy, but I want to press the bills against my cheek since her body warmed them.

But I don’t.

Courtney’s cheeks are red when she starts speaking again.