Page 2 of Scarred Mountain Man
The guy looked in this direction. And he had a smile on his face.
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RYDER
The gorgeous brunette watched me jerk off last night.
The thought had me smiling like a big goof as I poured coffee into a gigantic insulated tumbler and prepared to head out the door. It was my second week on the logging crew. My military buddy had gotten me the gig, and I didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.
But I had an extra spring in my step as I opened the door and walked out into the warm morning air. Seduction Summit was beautiful. I’d never imagined settling down in a town like this, but just a few months before my military discharge, my buddy Axel got a job and bought a cabin here. He texted me and a few others about all the job opportunities in this town.
I’d been lucky enough to snag one of the few cottages available for rent. It was the most affordable housing in the area, but I later learned those cottages weren’t easy to come by. The timing just worked out. I figured it was a sign I was supposed to be here.
I took a deep breath and started to take the steps down to my truck. As I made the first move, though, I noticed something. My neighbor’s car was still in her driveway.
That wasn’t normal. Was she okay? What if something went wrong overnight? I should rush over there and check on her.
Instead, I just stood there, tumbler still clutched in my right hand. What was I going to say if I marched over there? “Hi. You don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you through my window. I know your routine, and your car shouldn’t still be here. Are you okay?”
She’d immediately write me off as a stalker. Might even put out a restraining order. I couldn’t do it. I had to just mind my own business and go to work.
Decision made, I started down the sidewalk toward my truck. Our driveways were right next to each other, but somehow, we managed to never arrive or leave at the same time. She was always gone by the time I came out in the morning and safely secured in her house by the time I got home at night.
But today was different. Today, I heard the click of a door opening just as I jerked open my driver’s door. My stunningly curvaceous neighbor stepped out onto her front porch, arms crossed over her chest, as if bracing herself against a chill in the air that didn’t exist.
“Excuse me,” she called out. “Could you give me a jump?”
I was suddenly aware I was just standing there, one hand on my truck door, the other clutching my tumbler. I couldn’t seem to will myself to speak. Her words echoed through my mind.
She wants me to give her a jump. To jump her?
Of course, I knew what she meant. But my mind immediately went there. It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch, considering the last time she’d seen me, I was naked in my bathroom, jerking it like my life depended on it.
I’d been imagining her naked in front of me, those big tits pointing toward me as I stroked. I imagined her hand in the place of mine. I imagined coming on her chest, the creamy liquid covering those beautiful breasts. I’d never do that in real life, but it was hot as hell to fantasize about it.
“My battery’s dead,” she said.
My mind had fallen so far into the gutter that it took me a few extra seconds to fully process what she’d said. That left me standing there, staring at her like a moron.
“I can help,” I blurted, hoping it would shove me into action. “I have jumper cables.”
I went around to the back of my truck and opened the cargo box. It took some work, but finally, I dug out the jumper cables from the clutter. I’d never had to use them in the time I’d owned the truck, so it wasn’t like they were at the ready.
By the time I got to the front of my truck, she’d popped her hood. I was eyeing both our vehicles, suddenly realizing there was no way these cables would reach from my battery to hers.
“I’ll move,” I said. “Hold on.”
I opened my truck door, climbed in, and set my coffee in the cupholder. Then I pressed the button to start it up. By the time I was parked in front of her car, she was standing by the driver’s door. Her arms were still crossed in front of her, and now I wondered if that was a protective move. She might have spied on me last night, but that didn’t mean she trusted me.
I parked as close as I could get, which put me partly in the grass that separated our two driveways. Then I got out and threw myself into the work, trying to ignore the fact that just last night she’d seen me naked. Touching myself. Making myself come.
Yeah, she’d totally done the peeping Tom thing last night. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed all she did was duck down, but I saw the top of her head until she stood. That was just before I turned to climb in the shower and clean myself up before taking care of the mess I’d made on my bathroom countertop.
By the time I exited the shower, the room on the other side of her window had gone dark. Damn, I wish I could’ve watched her undress. Just imagining that scene had me needing to go inside and rub one out before leaving for work. I didn’t have time for that. I had to keep my mind out of the gutter.
Once I got my truck going, I climbed out and directed her through getting in her car and starting it up. Even though I didn’t want to be late for work, I found myself battling the urge to draw this out as long as possible. It would mean spending more time around her.
As I removed the cables from her battery, she got out and came forward to watch me, standing close enough that I could make out her defined cheekbones and plump lips. Damn, she was beautiful. I’d suspected it from a distance, but I figured up close she’d be even more beautiful. I was right.
