Hashtagged By The Mountain Man Page 3

  "Do you think I’m a slob?" she asks as I step toward her, stroking my hard cock as I take in her beautiful pussy. The only thing that will make it better, is getting it nice and wet and ready for me to fill her up.

  "It’s the opposite of my place,” I say, looking her over.

  "In a bad way or a good way?"

  "In the right kind of way. It’s feminine and youthful and--"

  She cuts me off. "Do you think you’re too old for me?"

  "I wouldn’t be looking at you with my dick in my hand if I thought that, Kensie. Do you?"

  She shakes her head and I take her hand, showing her where I want her fingers. Wrapped around my length, rubbing me nice and firmly.

  "I like that you’re older," she says, running her hand along the hard ridges of my cock, her other hand resting against my chest. "I’m guessing it means you know what you want."

  "Oh, I know what I want," I tell her as I lift her thigh and press my hand gains her warm cunt. "You, Kensie. Only you."

  5

  Kenzie

  When Kodiak touches my pussy, I feel faint. It’s just #a DreamComeTrue.

  "You like that?" he asks as we move to my messy bed. He doesn’t seem to mind that the blankets aren’t pulled nice and neat. In all honesty, he doesn’t seem to care about anything besides looking deeply into my eyes and watching my reaction as he flutters his fingers against my entrance.

  "Yes," I moan. "I really, really like it." My head falls to my pillow and my core tingles in anticipation for more. When I reach to touch his cock, I am met with an urgency--he is hard, so big, and I know he is going to ruin me for all other men.

  Good. I want to be ruined by Kodiak. I’ve been with guys before, but I have never, ever been with a man. Especially not a mountain man like Kodiak. His body is a chiseled piece of art. And I know I’m staring but I don’t care. I want him to know how delicious I find him.

  He kneels before me on the bed, his hands easing my thighs apart. "I want to see that pink little pussy of yours, Kensie."

  I drop my knees, giving him what he wants. All of me. "You like?"

  He gives me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen cross his face. He likes people to think he’s a big, bad wolf but truth is, he’s a bear. A protector. A hero if I ever saw one. He knows what I need and he’s making sure I have it.

  And what I need is him.

  "God, Kensie," he says, running his hand over me, his fingers dipping in my folds. "You’re so wet."

  "I’ve wanted this since we met," I admit, looking up at the ceiling, my fingers gripping my sheets. He is undoing me one stroke at a time. My pussy can’t handle much considering it’s been fantasizing about this for months.

  He knows what he’s doing to me, making me dizzy with desire. He lowers his head and begins to lick me up and down and I don’t hold back. I moan as he sucks my hot little clit, as he runs his tongue up and down my slit, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.

  His beard tickles me, makes me think of the thousand times I’ve pictured him between my legs, his mouth fucking me until I forget to breathe and right now, it is actually happening. Him. Me. Us.

  I’m smiling as if I’ve just entered Disneyland for the first time in my life. I’m delirious. Being in this bed with Kodiak is like being on a rollercoaster that only goes up.

  "Oh, Kodiak," I groan as he adds a finger to my pussy, then another, getting me ready for his long, hard cock. I’m so slick, and the dreamy look in his eyes tells me he loves touching me as much as I enjoy it.

  "I love it when you say my name," he says, kissing my entrance as he fingers me. "But I want you to scream it when you come, do you understand?"

  I love how he is taking control; he is a man who knows what a woman needs, and it sends a thrill through me, that at this moment I am his. He’s taking care of me in a way no man ever has before.

  I pull him to me, wanting his cock to sink deep inside of me. I lead him to where he needs to go. Home.

  "Oh yeah," he groans, his hand holding the side of my face. I lean into him, biting his thumb. "You taste sweeter than whipped cream, Kensie," he tells me as his cock begins to fill me. His muscular arms are on either side of me, and I feel like I’m in a Kodiak-cocoon as I am nestled under him.

  "Oh Kodiak," I whimper as his thickness begins to fill me.

  "You okay, sweetie?" he asks, his eyes on mine. He sees me. He knows me. And yes, we’ve only chatted over the counter, but now with him in my bed, in the most intimate position, it feels familiar, it feels right.

  "This is what I want: you and me." I think about what Matilda said -- say what you want -- and so I do. "Living here in Linesworth," I pant as he begins to move against me. "A life together."

  "You see all that when you look at me?" he asks as I run my hand over his thick beard. God, I’ve been dying to do that for ages.

  "Too much?"

  He shakes his head. "No such thing as too much."

  I laugh, feeling so free and alive and wanted. Kodiak kisses me as he takes me, his fingers thread through mine as we find a rhythm.

  "God, you make me feel so damn happy," he tells me, thrusting deep inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. My legs wrap around him, and we roll over so I’m straddling him.

  "I know you like riding bikes," I say as he presses his hands to my breasts. "But I like riding you."

  "That’s cheesy as fuck, Kensie."

  "What’s wrong with that?"

  "Nothing."

  "Good."

  He looks up at me with eyes filled with stars and in them, I see my reflection. I make a wish, for this night with my mountain man to never end.

  When we come, it’s hard and I scream his name as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. "Oh, Kodiak, yes, yes, oh yes!"

  And he grins, wrapping his arms around me, his warm come shooting deep inside my cunt, my core alive with his seed and my pussy humming from his release.

  "I like it when you scream my name."

  "Good," I say, licking my lips. "Because after this benefit, I plan on screaming it a lot more." I press my hands against his rock-hard chest, relishing this moment with him in my bed, pinned beneath me. With a playful smile, I add, "Now, help me find something to wear."

  Kodiak grins. "All right, but one request."

  "What’s that?"

  He pulls me in for another kiss. "No panties."

  6

  Kensie

  At the bar, it is impossible to concentrate on what is happening around me. I am so wrapped up in the man by my side, that it takes a solid ten seconds to register my parents standing in front of us.

  "Oh, uh hi, Mom, Dad." I give them hugs and introduce them to Kodiak.

  "It’s Jim," my dad says, shaking his hand. "You have the bike shop in town, right?"

  "Sure do. Opened it three months ago."

  "I’m Susan," my mom says, her arm squeezing around my shoulder. "Are you two here together?"

  I make a concerted effort to not roll my eyes. "Yeah, we are. It’s a date."

  "Nice," Mom says, looking Kodiak over. "You know, I always tell Kensington that she needs to date men, not--"

  "Mother!" I shoot her a look ripe with annoyance.

  "I didn’t know your full name was Kensington."

  "Yeah, my mother is obsessed with everything Royal. She about fainted over Prince Harry and Meghan’s wedding. She set her alarm and everything."

  Mom waves it off. "I’m a hopeless romantic. What can I say? It’s too bad my daughter doesn’t take after me."

  Kodiak nods and I cringe inwardly, wondering what he might say. "I love a happily ever after myself. Not ashamed to admit to getting a little teary-eyed at the finale of The Bachelor this winter."

  My eyebrows lift to the roof. "What?"

  He shrugs. "Kensie got me a little addicted to reality tv. She likes the Kardashians, but personally, it’s not my thing. But I’m definitely a member of Bachelor Nation."

  "I’m so confused right now,” I say, snort
ing into my beer.

  My dad is laughing too. "I’m impressed Kodiak. Thought a man like you might not appreciate Kensie’s tastes."

  "No, I definitely appreciate Kensie’s taste." He looks at me when he says it and my cheeks burn red, remembering him an hour ago between my knees, licking me up and down. I’m glad my parents are waving hello to their friends now, and that the innuendo slips over their heads.

  "Well, I’m gonna go introduce Kensie to some of my buddies," Kodiak says, taking my hand in his. "It was great to meet you both."

  My dad claps Kodiak on the back. "So, you’ll be staying here in Linesworth for a while?"

  Kodiak looks over at me, a sure smile on his face. "Undoubtedly. I plan on staying here for the long haul."

  My mother’s eyes just about pop out of her head and I can already imagine her texting her book club, telling them she has a story to tell them.

  "Love you," I tell my parents. "I’m so glad so many people are here for the benefit."

  Dad kisses my cheek. "Me too. It’s great when a community can come together."

  We walk away, and I try to process what just went down. Kodiak leads me to the bar and orders us another round as I stand behind him, shell-shocked. And not just by the conversation with my parents, but by the way Kodiak’s ass looks in those jeans. I pull out my phone, snap a quick photo, and post it to IG with the hashtag, #MountainManYum and #IllDrinkToThat. I swear it is the last one of him I will ever take in secret.

  When he brings me back a pilsner, we clink glasses and I ask him just when he became a Bachelor fan.

  "Okay, well I didn’t see the entire season. But I watched a recap clip on YouTube and it was pretty explanatory. What kind of douchey race car driver breaks up with a girl as great as Becca?"

  I laugh, his words going over my head. "I honestly don’t watch the show. But repeat all of that when you see Matilda next, she’s hashtag obsessed."

  "Will do." He takes a drink of his beer as we stand there basking in the moment. A great local band, Heart Song, is playing onstage. Hazel and Maggie--two of the co-owners of the sweet shop and bakery in town--are serving platters of treats. I see Luke’s widow, Greta with her new husband Ansel, who is a local writer, and everyone is in good spirits. It feels so good to be here with Kodiak. It’s like we fit into this scene.

  "Hey," his buddy Clive says. He’s Hazel’s husband, and when you grow up in a small town you are acquaintances with everyone. "Hey, Kensie."

  Kodiak juts out his chin, a glint in his eye, and I think he is proud to have me here, as his date. A surge of happiness washes over me.

  "You convinced her to come out with you then, huh?"

  "What do you think?" Kodiak chuckles. "God, you trying to bust my balls?"

  "Nah, just being an idiot. Have you met Hazel?" he asks, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist as she is passing by with her tray of chocolate covered pretzels.

  Hazel gives me a warm smile. "Hey, sweetie. Good to see you again."

  "You’ve?" Clive asks.

  "Of course, Clive. I remember ages ago when the coffee shop opened, Maggie being all bent out of shape that it would be competition. Of course, everyone knows Kensie makes the best latte art in town."

  I shrug. "Hey, you make pretty good coffee at the bakery, too.”

  “Thanks," Hazel says warmly. "Clive, Kensie’s sister, Windsor, is Maggie and Charlie’s nanny this summer, right?" She looks at me for confirmation.

  I nod. "Yep. She’s in her last year of college, and she’s home for the summer."

  "Are you close?"

  "Windsor and me?" I shrug. "Not particularly. I mean, we’re just different."

  Kodiak wraps his arm around my waist. "From what I hear, Windsor is type-A and Kensie is--"

  I cringe. "Don’t finish that." Smiling, I tell Hazel and Clive that my sister is meticulous and tidy. And that since Kodiak was over earlier he already knows I could be described as organized chaos.

  "I must have missed the organized part," he says. "I almost tripped over her shoes a dozen times."

  "Eh, most days my house looks like I’m losing a game of Jumanji," Hazel laughs. "But you like working at the Corner Cafe?"

  I nod. "I do. It’s fun and low-key. And I like my customers." At that, I give Kodiak a knowing smile.

  "This one is trouble," Clive says, wagging his finger, picking up on it.

  "Not trouble," Hazel says, her eyes flitting between Kodiak and me. "That, right there, is real."

  Kodiak’s fingers lace through mine and a bubble of possibility fills my belly. Hazel is right, this is real.

  "Leave these two kids alone," Hazel tells her husband, dragging him away.

  "Kids?" Clive says with a laugh and kisses his wife’s cheek. He’s still giving his buddy a hard time. "Kodiak is no spring chicken."

  Once they are gone, I exhale as Kodiak tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "It is real, isn’t it?" he says.

  And I nod.

  "It is."

  "Dance with me," he says, pulling me into his arms.

  "You dance?" I laugh as he drags me to the dance floor. "I thought I had you all figured out."

  A slow song begins and he begins to move effortlessly with me around the dance floor.

  "I’m less complicated than it seems," he tells me, his warm breath my ear.

  "You dance, you watch tv, you smile. It’s like a whole new Kodiak."

  "I think it’s like... when I’m with you, I remember that I’m alive."

  "In that case, you’ll have to keep me around."

  "I was planning on it."

  7

  Kodiak

  I pull Kensie into my house, needing her again, this time in my arms, all night. Forever.

  "Kodiak," she says breathlessly. "I never want this to end."

  It’s like she is reading my goddamn mind.

  I inhale her, both of us stripping to nothing as I kick my door shut. She’s pulling off her pants, tossing aside her shirt. She isn’t wearing panties… just like I told her, and within seconds I’m down to nothing myself. Our hands run all over one another as if we can’t touch, taste, or feel one another fast enough.

  "God, woman, you make me crazy."

  "And you make me horny," she says and we both laugh. I pick her up, holding her sweet ass in my hands, taking her to my room, depositing this darling barista on my bed.

  "Your house is so..."

  "Boring?"

  She nods. "It’s like an Ikea catalogue threw up in here."

  "I know right? It’s like I need a woman living here to give it a feminine, personal touch." I kiss her, then my mouth is on her breasts, her belly, her thighs, kissing every inch of her skin as we roll around in one another’s arms.

  I bite her earlobe and she whispers, "I know a woman who could make this place feel more homey."

  "So do I, I’m just nervous I might trip over her shoes in the middle of the night when I get up to change the baby’s diapers."

  "Did you read my diary or something because my ovaries just exploded."

  "No, I’m pretty sure that was your pussy talking." She’s so slick, so nice and juicy, and I slap her bare ass. She squeals with excitement, straddling me backward so I can lick her dripping cunt as she drops her head and begins sucking my cock.

  "Fuck, Kensington," I groan as she wraps her pouty lips around my length and goes to town. My cock throbs for her, and I grind my face against her sweet pussy, licking her into a frenzy. She whimpers and it’s all I can do to not lose my load. I want to make this last--Kensie here, with me, 69ing me like it’s our last day on Earth. If it was, I wouldn’t mind. With her sitting on my face it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  I can’t hold on any longer, not when she’s deep throating me, being a naughty girl, acting like she’d go to hell and back for me. My cock sends warm come down her throat, and she keeps sucking me off until I’m done.

  "Fuck." I’m trying to catch my breath, her creamy release lingerin
g on my tongue, and I squeeze her round ass as she turns around, leaning on my chest. I wrap my arms around me, holding her tight. "Where have you been all my life?"

  She runs her fingers through my beard. "I’ve just been standing behind the counter, waiting for you to ask me out."

  "I didn’t think I was your type."

  "What made you take the chance?" she asks, tracing her fingers over my skin.

  "I told you earlier, at the coffee shop. Clive told me that if I wanted to build a life here, I needed to put up or shut up."

  "Smart man." She kisses me softly. "Do you really want that? To build a life here?"

  "Yes," I say, running my hands through her silky brown hair. "I’m not getting any younger. I want a family, Kensie."

  "Me too. And I’m not leaving Linesworth. I know you aren’t close with your family back East, but you met my parents. You can see how close we are."

  "I love that," I tell her, knowing that I’m falling so damn hard. If I told her just how much, I’d probably scare her away. "So, you want a family? How many kids do you want?"

  Kensie laughs. "Matilda told me I should be honest with you about what I want, so you know I’m not messing around, but I told her it would freak you out."

  "I’m not scared."

  Kensie exhales, and the light of the moon shines through my bedroom window, casting a dreamy glow over my room. "I want like three or four kids. And I want to live in or near downtown. I have a teaching degree, you know, and would like to homeschool my kids."

  "Really?" I twist my lips. "Why don’t you teach now?"

  "I love kids and learning... but I just don’t see myself in a job like that."

  "How did I not know this about you?"

  She shakes her head, her hair falling in her eyes. "Same way I didn’t know you knew Bachelor trivia I guess." She sighs. "Honestly, I never lead with that. What guy wants to hear that a woman wants to be a wife and mother more than anything else? Most guys I’ve dated are scared of commitment."