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“Come on in,” he says with a grin as he floats on his back and looks at me. “Take those big bulky clothes off and let me see that beautiful body of yours.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Afraid your nipples will get too hard?”
“Yeah,” I say with a serious face. “I’m afraid they’ll get so hard from the cold that they’ll shatter.”
He laughs as he wades back to the shore. The cold isn’t even bothering him. He must not be human. He’s probably some weird half-human, half-mountain man hybrid species or something.
“All right,” he says as he starts walking out of the river. “But you’re missing out.”
“I’m not missing out at all,” I mutter under my breath as I stare at the stunning view. His wet body is rock hard and looking sexier than ever as he walks back out with drops of water rippling down. Even after exiting the freezing cold water, his cock is still huge. No shrinkage here. It’s just hanging down his thighs as he walks in the snow toward me.
“How about a hug?” he says as he opens his wet arms.
“Not going to happen,” I say with a slight edge of panic as he comes closer. I’m already freezing and I don’t want to touch anything wet, even if it comes attached with that beautiful cock.
He starts running toward me and I scream as he wraps his big wet arms around me and picks me up in a bear hug. He spins me around as I laugh and squeal like a little girl.
Maybe the hug wasn’t so bad, I think as he gets dressed.
Nothing about this week has been bad (besides the ankle pain—that still sucks).
I’m starting to really like it here with Jayden and the mountain is really growing on me.
I might just end up swimming in the river with him next time.
Wait. Who am I kidding? That’s never going to fucking happen.
After a couple of amazing days with Jayden, I’m able to finally put some weight on my ankle. It’s still swollen, but I’m able to get around a lot easier.
So, when he asks me if I want to learn how to chop wood, I quickly agree.
But now that we’re outside and there’s an ax in my hands, I’m not so sure.
“What happens if I cut my foot off?” I ask as he places a log on the chopping block.
“You’re not going to cut your foot off,” he answers with a shake of his head. “I’ll be with you the entire time.”
“What happens if I cut your foot off?”
“Just…” he says with a chuckle. “Just do what I tell you and we’ll both be fine.”
“You don’t know that,” I say as he comes up behind me and presses his warm body against mine. “I’m like a gold medalist in being clumsy.”
“I’m sure you’re not that bad.”
I turn and look at him over my shoulder with my eyebrows raised. “Have you seen my ankle lately?”
He laughs. “Good point. We’ll do it together.”
I fight back a moan as he slides his hands down my arms, swallowing me in his big hulky embrace.
“What you want to do is aim for one of those cracks that run toward the middle.”
“I have to aim too?” I ask with a heavy breath. “I’m just trying not to hit a foot.”
He calms me down with his comforting touch and his soft voice as he explains how to hold the ax and swing it over my head.
“You can do this!” he says as he takes a few steps back.
I look at him in panic. “What happened to us doing it together? What happened to those big arms around me?”
“You’ll be fine,” he says with a chuckle. “Go ahead.”
I take a deep breath and swing the ax up like he told me and bring it down on the crack in the log. It sinks right through the log, splitting it in two.
“I did it!” I shout as I drop the ax and throw my hands in the air. “I’m a mountain woman!”
He laughs as he tells me I did a good job. “Do it again.”
“Oh no,” I say as I limp away from the chopping block. “I’m hereby announcing my retirement from chopping wood forever.”
“Forever? What if you need to build a fire?”
I give him a sexy little smirk. “That’s why I have you.”
He shakes his head as he picks up the ax and continues splitting the wood. “City folk,” he mumbles.
After a few minutes, he asks me about my book and I talk his ear off for fifteen whole minutes while he chops and listens patiently. He never interrupts. He just listens closely as I ramble on.
I’m all worked up with excitement as I explain chapters twelve to sixteen. I can’t help but wave my hands around as my voices races with passion.
“Sounds like you love writing,” he says when I finally shut up.
