Striking Out In The Mountains (Greene Mountain Boys)

I wake up when Graham groans in his sleep.

“Oh my god,” I whisper to myself, staring in shock at the giant man sprawled across my bed. He’s lying on his stomach with those monstrous shoulders rising and falling with each slow heavy breath.

His muscular back is on display before me making me think all sorts of dirty thoughts that shouldn’t be in someone’s head before they’ve at least had a cup of coffee. My thin sheet is draped over his hard muscular ass, barely covering it. I swallow hard as a whole new slew of dirty thoughts are set off in my mind.

He looks so peaceful, which is such a stark contrast to the wild, relentless man he was last night.

A shiver runs through me as flashes of last night play on repeat in my head—his hands gripping my hips, his beard dragging along my inner thighs, the way his voice sounded so full of lust and need as he spread my legs open and… Focus, Cara. Brush your teeth first, girl.

It was a perfect night. I’ll never forget it.

The weather today looks beautiful with the sun streaming in through the window, lighting up Graham’s tanned, sculpted back. He looks like a Greek god who accidentally wandered into my very mortal life. Somehow, I managed to get him into my bed. What did I do to ever deserve this stroke of luck?

He groans again, shifting slightly. My eyes widen as the thin sheet slips even lower. What is he dreaming about? Is it me? Do I have clothes on in that beautiful head of his? I wish I could peer into his mind and see.

I suck in a breath as he turns onto his back and his towering rock hard cock comes into view.

“Wow,” I whisper as I stare at it in awe. It looks even bigger in the sunlight. I still can’t believe that thing was inside me.

While I marvel at it, the heat between my legs intensifies. My body craves it. I want it back inside me. My pussy aches with need with every second I stare. I’m not wearing any pajamas and knowing we’re both naked in my bed is getting me going even more.

When I can’t take it anymore, I slide the back of my fingers up his big hard bicep. Those dark, sleepy eyes crack open and his gaze lands on me. A slow, satisfied grin spreads across his face. “Good morning,” he rumbles, his voice deliciously rough.

“Good morning,” I manage to say, trying to play it cool even though my pulse is doing laps. “Sleep well?”

He nods as he stretches out and then reaches for me. “I missed you,” he says as he pulls me closer. I slide on top of him, straddling his big body.

We both moan as I lower my wet pussy onto his hard cock and start grinding on him.

“I like waking up here,” he says, grinning as my breasts drag up and down his chest. My nipples are rock hard and tingling like mad.

“You haven’t even experienced the best part,” I say as I reach down and grab his big dick.

“Pancakes?” he asks with a sleepy grin.

“Not pancakes,” I say as I guide him to my entrance and slide him in. We both moan in bliss as I sink down onto his firm cock. “Better.”

“This is better,” he says as his strong hands slide down to my hips. He starts thrusting in and out slowly, but then his grip tightens on my flesh and he starts fucking me harder.noveldrama

I moan and cry out as I feel his huge cock stretching me out and filling me up.

I want to try being in control, so I grab his hands off my hips and push them over his head. My breasts dangle in front of his mouth and he licks and kisses my nipples as I start to ride him.

It feels so damn good. I grind my pussy down on him and rub my clit on the hard base of his cock, sending thrills shooting up my spine.

We don’t last as long as we did last night. I squeeze his hands as my pussy cums all over his thick perfect dick.

My pussy is squeezing and pulsing around his cock as wave after wave of heat slams into me, shaking me to my core. I cry out as my toes curl and my body fills with warm sensual bliss.

“Oh yeah,” he groans as I grind down on him, whimpering and gasping from the intense sensations. “I love feeling your pretty little cunt cumming on me.”

Graham seems to be holding himself back while he watches me cum. He seems to be enjoying the show.

When my whimpers turn to deep sensual moans, he knows the highlight of the show is over and lets himself go.

He thrusts in as deep as possible and releases, grunting and cursing as he fills my pussy with his hot load.

I take it all, grinding and rolling my hips as I watch this gorgeous man in awe.

His warm comforting arms wrap around me as I collapse onto him, feeling like the day can’t get any better than this.

After a while, we slink down to the kitchen and I make some coffee as he looks through my fridge to see what he can make for breakfast.

He pulls out the eggs, some fruits and vegetables, and then looks in my pantry. He’s shirtless with nothing on but a pair of jeans. He looks so at ease and comfortable in my kitchen, going through my pantry like he belongs here. Every time I glance at him, I have to fight the urge to pinch myself. I must be dreaming.

“Hey, do you have a gym membership?” I ask, curious if I’m right.

He shakes his head as he washes a red pepper. “No, are you looking for one?”

“I was just wondering.”

I knew it. He got those big muscles the old-fashioned way. Somehow, that makes them even sexier.

We start to make some omelettes together. I chop the veggies while he cracks the eggs.

“You eat that many eggs?” I say, shocked at what he’s doing. I usually have two, maybe three, but this guy is cracking the whole carton.

“You’re working me too hard,” he says with a grin. “I need to recoup some energy.”

Before I can respond, there’s a loud knock on the front door, followed by the unmistakable sound of Arabella’s voice calling, “Cara! Are you home?”

I drop my head and groan. “It’s my neighbor,” I say as I head to the door. “She’s sweet, but she’s got the worst timing.”

I open the door and Arabella is bouncing around with nervous energy as her five-year-old son, Daniel, clutches her hand. Her dark curls are frizzier than usual, and she looks frazzled. “Cara, I’m so sorry to do this, but my babysitter canceled again. I have to be at work in thirty minutes and you know how my boss is. Can you watch Daniel? Just for a few hours? You can just plop him in front of the TV.”

I glance back at Graham who’s walking over, buttoning his shirt up that he wore last night.

Oh no! Not his shirt. Damn it.

“Oh, you have company?” Arabella says when she sees him.

I usually don’t mind babysitting Daniel. He’s a cute kid, but I doubt Graham is going to want to spend our first morning together with a cockblocking five-year-old lingering around.

“Of course, we can watch him,” Graham says with an easy smile. He crouches down to Daniel’s level. “Hey, buddy. I’m Graham. We’re making omelettes, do you want to help?”

“I don’t know how to make omelettes,” Daniel says, looking at him wearily.

“It’s easy,” Graham says. “First, we have to crack the eggs. That’s the fun part. When I make omelettes for the firemen at the station, I have to crack about thirty eggs.”

“Thirty?” Daniel says, wide-eyed. “You’re a fireman? Really?”

Graham nods. “I am.”

I glance at Arabella and she looks impressed that I bagged a fireman.

“Can we put cheese on mine?” Daniel asks as he steps into the house, looking excited about my visitor.

Graham glances up at me. “Do we have cheese?”

I can’t help but smile at him. “Yes, we have cheese.”

Arabella looks so relieved. “Thank you so much, guys. I’ll be back by lunchtime, I promise.”

She kisses Daniel on the head, waves at us, and hurries off before I can change my mind.

Daniel stares up at Graham as I close the door. His little face looks skeptical. “Are you really a fireman?”

Graham grins as he looks down at him with his hands on his hips. “I am. Chief of the fire station, actually.”

“Whoa,” Daniel breathes. “Do you drive the firetruck?”

“Sometimes,” Graham says with a shrug of those sexy shoulders. “But only if I’ve had my omelette first.”

Daniel giggles and runs into the kitchen to get started.

I grab Graham’s arm before he can follow him in. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s all good,” he says, kissing my cheek. “He looks like a cool kid and it’s nice to help your neighbors out.”

I watch him in awe as he enters the kitchen. He really is the perfect man.

“The key to a great omelette is to keep the eggshells out,” he says as he rolls his sleeves up his thick forearms. Daniel is sitting on the stool at the counter, staring up at him in wonder.

I grab my coffee and sit beside the little guy, staring at Graham in wonder too.

This is what I want. To spend every morning like this with this incredible man. If I can have that, I’ll be happy forever.

Daniel peppers Graham with questions the entire time he cooks. “How many fires have you put out? Do you have a dog at the fire station? Have you ever saved a cat from a tree?”

Graham patiently answers each question, making us both laugh and ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ with his clever answers.

“A lot of cats,” he says with a laugh. “You have to make sure you’re wearing a coat or they’ll scratch your arms up. I learned that my first week and never forgot it.”

“What other pets did you rescue?” he asks as Graham flips an omelette in the pan.

“We rescued a pet snake once.”

Daniel gasps. “A snake? No way! Were you scared?”

“Nah,” Graham says, winking at him. “It was scared of me.”

Graham is amazing with Daniel and it’s more of a turn on than I would have thought. He even gets him to eat his whole omelette without complaining, which I know Arabella will appreciate.

After breakfast, we head into the front yard and I sit down with my second cup of coffee as Graham pops the trunk of his car. Daniel is in fireman heaven as Graham pulls out his gear, showing him his helmet and coat. I snap a picture of the cute kid wearing it all and send it to Arabella.

The sight of the two boys together sends an ache through my chest—an ache I never expected to feel.

I’ve never wanted kids. Not really. The idea of family always felt so abstract, like something meant for other people. But watching Graham with Daniel, seeing how natural he is, how much they’re both enjoying each other—it’s like a switch flips inside me. Suddenly, I can picture it. A home filled with laughter, a yard with toys scattered everywhere, a life that’s messy and beautiful and full of love. And Graham is at the center of it all.

I’ve never wanted this with anyone else. But with him? I want it so badly it scares me.

“Cara?” Graham’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. He’s watching me with a small smile, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Yeah?” I say, trying to act normal.

“You okay?”

I nod, smiling back at him. “Yeah. I’m perfect.”

“Good,” he says, waving me over. “Because we need a beautiful woman to save from our pretend fire.”

“Lucky me,” I say as Daniel starts to tell me the rules. I go over to my car and sit inside with the window open.

“Help!” I shout from inside. “Fire! Help!”

They rush over, Daniel tripping on the coat that’s way too big for him, and Graham ready to catch him.

“We’ll help you,” Daniel says, pretending the stick he’s holding is a hose.

“You get the fire,” Graham says, “I’ll get the girl.”

I blush as he opens the door, wraps his big comforting arms around me, and pulls me out.

While Daniel is busy putting out imaginary flames, Graham is holding me against his big chest and looking at me like everything in his life has just clicked into place.

I feel it too. The click. Because with him, everything feels possible. Everything is on the table.

And for the first time, everything feels just right.