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  No. They’re not.

  I realize that I’m not alone.

  There she is. The most stunning woman I’ve seen in years. Except her eyes are glued to her cell phone and she sprints right into me. Part of bumping into her is my fault too. The woman’s so beautiful I couldn’t look away, could barely take a breath let alone react in time to step aside, brace for impact, or center my body weight. She bumps into me at such a high speed that I lose my balance and stumble backward, taking us both to the ground.

  “Shit. Sorry,” I grunt, very aware of her softness, her full breasts on my hard muscular chest, her hips against mine as her inner thighs rest on my legs, straddling me completely by accident. Some of her long, wavy chestnut hair falls into my face and I smell the sweet citrusy scent of her shampoo, drawing me to her. Without thinking, I quickly wrap an arm around her waist with one hand as I lift her up with me and get to my feet.

  “No, it’s my fault,” she says, her magnetizing hazel-green eyes on me now, glued to my face while one hand grips her phone and the other has a bundle of my t-shirt in her fist, probably as she held on during the fall.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Yes. I didn’t expect… I didn’t know anyone was back here.”

  “I forgot something,” I told her, not being one for talking or explaining myself.

  “Wait a second.” Her brows raise, and her cheeks flush to a bright pink. “It’s…you.”

  I don’t know what she means by that, but I don’t care to find out, especially since just looking at her has my dick hard and my mind full of doing dirty things to her. This is foreign to me. I haven’t been with a woman for years. It’s by choice. I’m better off alone. People who get too close to me have a way of ending up hurt or dead.

  “Gotta go,” I mutter.

  “Um…okay.”

  I let go of her waist and take a small step backward, but she doesn’t move an inch, her hand still holding onto my-t-shirt. I glance down between us to the spot where her hand rests on me, and catch more than a glimpse of the tops of her full, perky breasts and cleavage. When my eyes meet hers again, she has a shy smile on her face.

  “I’m Jane,” she introduces herself. “You must be—”

  “Savage. Yes.”

  “It’s good to meet you, Savage.”

  “You too,” I say but I don’t mean it. I wish I hadn’t met her. Because my cock is now hard as fuck, straining against the fabric of my jeans for my only friend’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. Who I’m sure can’t be much older than eighteen, if that much. What’s worse is I can tell she’s into me. That’s the real problem, because I’m into her too and it’s all sorts of wrong.

  “You work at the mine too, don’t you?” she asks.

  I nod but don’t add to the chatter, other than to say, “I have to go now.”

  “Of course. Sorry for holding you up. And so sorry for not seeing you there.”

  It pains me to do this, but I cover her hand that’s on my chest and lift it from the spot, taking a step to the side as I leave for my cabin in a hurry.

  “It was really nice to meet you!” she calls out after me.

  My jaw tightens as I take long strides, my pace brisk all the way up the mountain. I don’t wave, I don’t answer her, and I don’t look back. The only thing I need to do is wipe this girl from my thoughts. But it’s easier said than done. My dick is rock hard, her fruity scent is still in my nostrils, and I can still feel the softness of her body pressed up against me.

  Fuck.

  It’s been so long since I felt anything like this, I have no idea how to control it. I haven’t been with a woman since my wife died. The loss was beyond anything I could handle. Years after she passed away, I was still grieving. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. The guys at work tried to set me up, but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want anyone else. Some of the single women in town try to flirt with me on my very rare trips to the small grocery store at the edge of town. A couple of the more forward ones have slipped me their phone numbers, but what the hell would I do with that? I don’t use a phone, and I sure as hell wasn’t interested in any of them.

  When I arrive at my cabin, I take my tools inside and push the door closed behind me, turning the lock with a click, and praying these foreign thoughts and sensations will pass soon. I walk straight through my house to the back and set about chopping the large pile of firewood into smaller pieces. Yes, keeping my hands busy will help.

  An hour later, I’ve chopped a shit ton of wood. As I return inside, all it takes is my mind to picture Jane straddling me on the ground after our fall for everything to come flooding back. Her black yoga pants showing off every line and curve, that stretchy top highlighting her big tits, her flat stomach against my waist, all the softness, her eyes piercing mine, studying my face so intently.

  Fuck.

  My dick goes hard as wood and I swallow thickly. This has to stop. I just don’t know how to make it go away. Reaching down, I adjust my junk, willing it to stand down as I push through the rest of my day.

  4

  Jane

  I sit on the side of my bed, staring at the woods and bright sunlight outside my window. I’m not sure I missed it here, but this visit might turn out to be different. I look around the room, reacquainting myself with the layout. The rustic wooden floor planks, the walls made of whole logs, the stained cedar wardrobe and matching dresser drawer beside it for my clothes. But it’s hopeless. My mind isn’t on my room décor at all. I’m thinking about how I accidentally met Savage for the first time. Slammed into him is more accurate. I sigh without meaning to, the almost inaudible sound leaving my lips without permission, and cover my mouth in case it happens again. The last thing anyone needs is for Mom or Dad to know where my mind is at. Or worse, how my body is reacting to this man.

  He’s troubled.

  Tormented.

  A true savage.

  That’s what I heard about him. But I still want to find out for myself. What does he really think and feel? Is there more than an angst-filled, broody person in that big, broad, giant of a man? His pictures don’t do him justice.

  From what I saw when I bumped into him, there’s definitely more.

  His eyes betray a world of pain. There’s a wildness to him too, but also something so strangely vulnerable.

  There’s more too.

  Like lust. And hot-blooded manliness. And that thick erection that I brushed up against when I fell on top of him.

  Oh. My. Freaking. God. I’d love to feel him again, with nothing between us.

  It’s unbelievable to me that I’m thinking this way. I’ve never been the sensual type, yet all of a sudden, lust and need are all I can think about.

  I pull my knees closed so quickly that my thighs slap together, and my pussy seems to tighten around nothing. If just seeing him turns me on this much, I can only imagine how my body would respond if more were to happen. It was probably a good thing that he bolted so quickly. All bets would be off if he’d been friendlier to me. Or if those large, callused hands had stayed at my waist, our bodies pressed together while on the ground—

  I let out a sinful moan, and my nipples begin to tighten against the fabric of my bra. And God, my panties are already wet. This is all so wrong, thinking about engaging in sin with this tortured stranger who’s also friends with my dad. He’s my coworker too, for the summer at least. There has to be a rule against what I’m doing. My thoughts absolutely need to get in check.

  I can’t be fantasizing about a man nearly twice my age.

  But here I am, with vivid images of us together stuck in my mind, unable to stop because I’m beyond captivated. And this is just day one of an entire summer living only a few minutes walk from his cabin up the mountain.

  The funny thing is, before I found out that Savage lived so close by, I wasn’t too excited about spending so much time up here. I dreaded it, actually. My only reason for agreeing to it was because I missed Dad. Mom was willing to spend
the whole summer here too. A miracle, really, considering that she much prefers a five-star vacation spot that offers turndown service, a chocolate mint on her pillow every evening, and three-hundred-count Egyptian cotton sheets. During previous summers, she would go back and forth between the cabin and our house in town, and that didn’t include the time her company would send her to other parts of the state for HR-related projects.

  This year, she promised Dad she’d be at his side all summer long. Which is why I was okay with the idea. I’d be living on campus when I go to college this fall, so I wanted to squeeze in as much quality family time with them here. It’s a good plan, I think. Well it was. Mom still has to break the news to Dad that her company just told her yesterday that they need her to take two five-day trips in June, and another in each of July and August.

  Now, even if Mom won’t be here for part of the time, I plan to stick around. I have a six-foot-four reason added to my list now.

  I smile at the thought, then shake my head that I’m planning like this, all for a guy I know precious little about. Sure, I read his HR file and learned about some of the critical incidences in his life, but that’s in no way knowing him. His personality, moods, likes and dislikes, habits, and even his true relationship status are all unknown to me.

  Another smile lifts my lips. I have the entire summer to find out.

  I head over to my two suitcases and roll them closer to the wardrobe and dresser. Anything I can do to keep my hands and mind busy is a damn good way to push away the need coursing through me. I lay one suitcase flat and stoop down to slide the zipper open all the way around. Fuck. This position isn’t helping. It’s too close to how my body was situated over Savage’s when I fell on top of him, my thighs straddling his legs, my folds parted with his thick manhood pressing up between them, causing my clit to tingle. Focus, Jane. Getting to my feet, I slide the open suitcase back across the room and lift it onto my bed. I study what’s inside. Except for socks, underwear and sleepwear, I kept all my clothes on hangers from my closet in town, which I thought wise, as I couldn’t remember what sort of supplies I’d find at the cabin. Within ten minutes I’ve put everything away and am again all alone with my wickedly lustful thoughts.

  I put my empty suitcases away and head back to my bed, collapsing into the sheets. Maybe I need to go with the flow. Enjoy the direction my mind and body are taking me. It’s not like I’ve been any good at fighting it since I got curious about Savage.

  If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

  I cover my mouth, smothering the giggle that threatens to escape.

  Yes, that’s what I should do. It’ll surely help the time pass this summer. After all, there’s no cell phone signal, no internet, no cable or satellite TV. The only entertainment I have are hikes in the woods with my best friend, Meg if she’s up at her family’s cabin as much as she was planning to be, the couple of hundred romance stories I downloaded to my e-reader, and family time. A little daydreaming and self-stimulation can’t hurt to pass the time. I can thank Savage for all of it.

  My thoughts wander to him again. He’s up there in his cabin right now, doing who knows what. Could he be thinking about me? Fantasizing about having me? Soon, I’m back to the images of us, sprawled out on the ground beside the cabin, but taking it a bit further. My eyes close and I picture us staying down longer, that he holds me tighter, runs his hands lower down my back then up into my hair and kisses me fiercely. My neck tilting to one side as he nips, bites and teases me, my hips moving, grinding against him, pressing more of his length along my pussy, feeling more of his arousal as I make him harder.

  I almost forget where I am, sliding one hand down to my thighs, and stop myself when I hear the floors creak from the weight of heavy footsteps passing outside my door. Bolting upright, I cross my legs to ease the ache and snap out of the temptation of fantasizing. This is not the time or place, not with my parents on the other side of that door, not in the middle of the day like this.

  Not at all.

  This isn’t like me. I don’t partake in self-indulgence. Maybe back when I hit puberty and was experimenting, getting to know my body. But not lately.

  I start to question whether it’s something in the air. I’m up in the middle of nature with a hot, sexy, mountain man as my neighbor, and my thoughts and my body have gone wild. Whatever it is, I need to get some control. It’s one thing to act this way in the privacy of my bedroom when no one’s watching, in the middle of the night. It’s a whole other ballgame to have these thoughts in broad daylight, within spitting distance of my parents.

  “Jane?” Mom calls from somewhere in the cabin.

  Shit. “Coming in a minute!” I answer, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to push away my blatant longing for a man I barely know.

  I follow her voice from my room and find her in the kitchen chatting and giggling with Dad. She’s leaning on the counter, peeling vegetables while he combines the ingredients of his famous dry marinade for grilling steaks.

  There’s that playful look in his eyes.

  And in hers.

  I stand in the hallway, just out of sight, pleased as I take in my parents. Like I expected, she steps closer and plants a kiss on his cheek. Then dad takes the knife from her hand and sets it on the cutting board. He rolls off the gloves he wears for prepping his marinades and pulls mom tight to him, kissing her hard.

  I don’t just love them, I admire their connection. They’ve been together for over twenty-five years, high school sweethearts. The two of them found their own unique way to keep the spark going, despite mom’s frequent travel for work and dad’s rustic trips up here. Who knows? Maybe their secret sauce is the fact that their careers and hobbies keep them apart for days or weeks on end.

  I hope to have something like that in my life one day. Hell, I’d take a lifetime of undying passion punctuated by unbearable absences, over waking up every day next to a lukewarm life partner.

  I surmise that Mom called me to see if I’m still around. I mentioned to her that I was thinking of taking a hike on foot to my best friend, Meg’s parents’ cabin about a half-mile west of here. From the way they have their hands all over each other, I imagine they’d like to have the place all to themselves. It’s as good a time as any to put on my hiking boots, slather on some sunscreen, and get out of their hair.

  Turning, I start to head back to my room.

  “Jane?” Mom calls again.

  “Yes?” I ask. Pivoting around, I return to them to find out what she wants.

  “Oh great. You’re here,” she says, still in Dad’s embrace, but thankfully, they aren’t pawing at each other like a few seconds ago.

  “I was just about to hike over to Meg’s place,” I answer, pointing back at my room. “Did you guys need something?”

  Mom slips out of Dad’s arms and opens the fridge. “We were thinking of sandwiches for a light lunch, then an early dinner. How does that sound?”

  “Sounds good. I can start the sandwiches,” I say with a nod. “You guys can…unpack your things…in your room. You know, get settled in,” I tell them, hoping they read between the lines and take their flirting and foreplay to their bedroom. “Once we’re done with lunch I’ll go to Meg’s.”

  “That’s thoughtful of you,” Dad says, returning his focus to his marinade bowl. “I’ll remember to grill up another steak for her. And one for Savage.”

  I hold my breath and my eyes dart over to him at the sound of that name. Did he invite Savage to dinner? I picture him sitting across from me at the dinner table and swallow the moan that starts to rise up my throat.

  “His name’s John, honey,” Mom tells him.

  “I didn’t pick the nickname,” Dad answers, lifting both hands palm out in front of him in defense. “That’s what he likes to be called.”

  I clear my throat, still stuck on the part where Savage, the object of my new-found spark of arousal, is coming over. “We’re having dinner guests?”

  Dad shakes his head.
“I doubt it. I invited Savage… John, but he’s not a fan of being around people. I’ll still do up a couple of steaks for him in any case. Feel free to invite Meg over. She’s more than welcome to come by anytime. Her folks too.”

  “Sounds good,” I answer, and avoid all mention of the man who’s been occupying my thoughts. “If Meg’s free, I’ll invite her. If she’s around, anyway. She’s supposed to be up here full time with her parents for the summer too, but I’ve seen her in town a few times. They must be splitting their time between home and the cabin.”

  Mom takes out a loaf of multi-grain bread, packages of cold cuts and sliced cheese, and then grabs the mustard, mayonnaise, and the bags with lettuce and tomatoes. She doesn’t say a thing, which makes me believe she still hasn’t told Dad about her upcoming work trips.

  “I’ll take care of these,” I tell her and move over to the counter, motioning with my hand to coax them out of the kitchen. “Lunch will be ready in a few minutes.”

  “That’s my girl.” Dad covers his marinade and passes by me, planting a light kiss on my cheek. “I’ve missed my girls. Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re both here to keep me company?”

  “Me too, Dad,” I tell him. “Go on, you two. Settle in.”

  I grab three plates as they leave and start on making lunch. It looks like my afternoon and evening are set. Lunch with the folks. A walk to my girlfriend’s. Maybe a hike. Dinner with the folks. Dad will still be all about snuggling up with Mom, so I’ll package up Savage’s dinner and take it over to his cabin.