Striking Out In The Mountains (Greene Mountain Boys)

“Can you show me?” the saleswoman asks as I linger inside the changing room, looking at the dress from all angles.

I take a deep breath, pull back the curtain, and step out.

“Wow,” she says as I do an awkward little pose. “You look beautiful.”

She’s a salesperson. She makes money to say that.

I sigh as I turn to the mirror. It’s a beautiful white sundress that falls just above my knees with a blue flower pattern and thin spaghetti straps. I love the dress, but my shoulders look so masculine in it. My biceps look huge.

Dresses like these always make me look so bulky. It puts into stark contrast what my body looks like versus what society deems feminine.

The last time I wore a dress like this, I overheard some guys laughing behind my back saying it looked like a man was wearing a dress. I went home, threw it in the garbage, and cried my eyes out. And that’s just the men. The women are even worse. They’re just better at hiding their jabs and insults.

I might look tough and confident on the outside, and I am when it comes to stopping a perp or breaking up a brawl, but when it comes to beauty, I’m as insecure as the next girl. Even more so.

“I don’t know,” I say as I look at it again. “Do you have anything else?”

She pulls out a few more outfits, but I keep looking back to the white and blue dress hanging on the door. It really is lovely. Finally, I take it. If Graham can’t handle me the way I am, then at least I’ll know it right away.

I bring it home and get ready, putting on makeup and trying to hide my swollen temple with a creative hairdo. I put ice on it last night, so it’s not too bad.

I’m all done up and pretty nervous when he arrives to pick me up at six. He rings the bell of the little house I’m renting and I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door.

Here goes nothing…

“Wow,” we both whisper at the same time when we see each other.

Graham is standing on my porch looking dreamy as hell in a deep blue button-down collared shirt rolled up his thick sexy forearms, dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs, and spotless brown shoes. He’s holding one single red rose but seems to have forgotten all about it. He straightens up when he sees me and stands there—frozen with his heated eyes locked on me.

I feel tingles from my toes to my fingertips as his sexy mouth falls open slightly, his dark eyes sweeping over me like he’s trying to take in every detail at once. For a second, I think he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. He just stands there, holding the rose like it’s a gift to a goddess he wasn’t expecting to meet.

I shift, a little self-conscious under the weight of his stare. I’m not used to having men looking at me like this.

“What?” I ask, my voice more defensive than I intended.

He blinks and shakes his head a little like I’ve just snapped him out of a trance. “I’m sorry,” he says, his dark possessive eyes still trailing all over me. “You just… You’re beautiful.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling my cheeks getting hot. “Thank you.”

“Is this new?” he asks, looking a little shaken. “The dress, I mean.”

His eyes roam up my body, lingering on my bare shoulders and arms, but not in a way that feels critical. It’s more like he’s admiring a masterpiece.

I can feel my heart pounding. Both with excitement and worry.

“I got it today,” I say, kind of wishing I bought something that covered me up a bit more. “I wasn’t sure about it, though. I can change…”

“No,” he says with a fierceness to his tone. “Don’t. Please. You’re stunning, Cara. Absolutely stunning.”

I want to believe him, but it’s hard.

“I know dresses like this don’t really suit me.”

Graham’s brow furrows as he takes another step closer until we’re just a breath apart. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard anything so untrue. I’ve never seen a sexier girl in my life.”

I feel a warmth rise to my cheeks, my insecurities momentarily shoved into the background by the intensity of his gaze. My fingers tug at the edge of the dress instinctively. “You don’t mind the muscles?” I ask softly, unable to keep the question from spilling out.

His dark eyes snap to mine, serious and full of heat as he steps into my house. “Mind them?”

He sets the flower down on the small table by the door and cups my shoulders, his thumbs brushing lightly over the curve of my collarbone. “Cara, are you kidding me? Your muscles are beautiful. They’re incredible. They’re you. They make you strong. They keep you safe when I’m not there. They protect you and probably scare the crap out of anyone who would dare mess with you. Do you know how hot that is? How could I not find that sexy?”

I blink, caught completely off guard. “Sexy?”

I’ve never thought of myself as sexy. Especially not my muscles. I thought they took away from my appeal, not elevated it. But the way Graham says it—like it’s the most obvious truth in the world—makes my heart stutter.

“So sexy,” he says, his big hands sliding down my arms, fingers grazing the curves of my biceps. “You’re strong, and you’re beautiful. I can’t believe you don’t see that.”

No one’s ever spoken about me like this before—like my strength isn’t something to be ashamed of but something to admire. To want.

My self-consciousness begins to drift away with his lustful gaze. Years of insecurity built up strong like concrete walls begin to crack with the tender way he’s touching me. He’s looking at me like I’m a goddess he wants to worship with every breath he takes.

My breath catches. A shiver runs down my spine. I wasn’t expecting this…

To feel sexy. To feel beautiful.

“I…” My words falter as my heart races. “You really mean that?”

“You are perfect,” he says as he leans down and kisses my shoulder softly. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

I swallow hard as he kisses my collarbone. My head lolls back as he kisses my other shoulder. God, it feels good. Not just his lips and hands… It feels good not to hate the way I look, even if it’s just for a moment.

Something shifts inside me—a warmth and a confidence I haven’t felt in years, if ever. I reach out, grab his shirt in my hands, and pull him inside. I kick the door closed and push him up against the wall. He grins at me when he feels my strength.

“Cara—,” he starts, but I cut him off, my lips crashing into his.

It’s not a hesitant kiss from an insecure girl. It’s bold, demanding, and fueled by the intense emotions swirling inside me. It’s filled with gratitude, desire, and a lustful need.

I slide my hands into his hair as he kisses me back, matching my intensity while his strong hands squeeze my waist and pull me closer. His mouth is so warm and inviting. He’s a good kisser. I could do this all night.

The kiss deepens, slowing as if he’s savoring every second. One of his hands slides up my back, his fingers threading into my hair, while the other stays firm on my waist, holding me possessively like I might disappear if he lets go.

When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless, his forehead resting lightly against mine. His eyes are dark and full of something erotic that sends a shiver tingling down my spine.

The warmth in my chest travels between my legs, making my pussy ache with need. I’ve never felt this way before—so wanted, so desirable, so beautiful.

For the first time in forever, I don’t feel like I need to apologize for who I am or what I look like. Graham has made me feel like I’m perfect just the way I am.

A fierce need to make him feel good takes over and my fingertips begin to tingle. My mouth waters as I feel his erection pressing against my thigh. He groans as I push into it, feeling his hardness.noveldrama

“What time is our reservation?” I ask before kissing him again, soft and gentle on his sexy lips.

“Six thirty,” he says, his strong hands holding me against him.

“We’re going to be late,” I say as I lick his taste off my lips, my mouth watering.

He grins as he stares at my mouth. “I don’t fucking care.”

“Good,” I say as I drop to my knees in front of him. “Because I need a few more minutes.”

I know this part isn’t normally at the beginning of a date, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I need him now.

He drops the back of his head against the wall and groans as I grab a hold of his belt. With my heart pounding, I yank it out.

My hands are trembling, but it’s not nerves—it’s anticipation. It’s excitement. Graham’s head is still tipped back against the wall, his big chest rising and falling with each labored breath. When he looks down at me, his dark possessive eyes lock onto mine and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath away.

“You’re killing me, girl,” he says, his voice rough and hoarse.

My body throbs as I pull down the zipper. I want to give him this. I want to see him come undone because of me.

His cock looks so long and hard in his jeans. It can’t possibly be that big…

I let his jeans fall to his ankles and suck in a sharp breath when I see the massive outline of his erection jutting out against his black boxer briefs. Good lord…

His breath hitches when I slide my flat palm up his thick shaft, feeling it over the thin barrier of his briefs.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his whole body shuddering. I feel a surge of confidence blooming inside me. He’s so undone already and I haven’t even started.

I wet my lips as I slide my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pull it down. His body is so chiseled. It’s pure muscle. I salivate at the sexy sight of his dark-trimmed pubic hair on his hard pelvis. His underwear gets snagged on his cock, so I give it a little tug, letting it spring free.

“Oh,” I gasp when I see it towering in front of my face. His cock is massive. It’s beautiful.

I stare at it in awe, my pussy pulsing with heat at the sight of that long thick shaft and big round head. A bead of pre-cum is already leaking out, making my pulse race with excitement. I want to feel him cumming in my mouth. I want to hear his sexy groans as I take him in deep.

I pull his underwear down his muscular thighs as I take in the stunning view, his big proud throbbing cock standing straight up with two full masculine balls swaying below.

He’s so turned on. He’s so hard. For me. This is all for me.

“Open your shirt,” I say in a throaty voice as I reach for his cock.

He quickly starts unbuttoning but then freezes when I wrap my hand around his warm rigid shaft.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I squeeze it hard.

“Keep unbuttoning,” I beg as I rise onto my knees. I desperately want to see his hard shredded stomach while I suck him off.

A low growl slips past his lips as he flicks open the last button. It’s a sexy primal sound that makes heat coil in my belly. It makes me feel powerful, beautiful, and utterly in control. He pulls open his shirt, revealing a perfect six-pack and a massive chest. My free hand is immediately on it, sliding up his deep ridges as I begin to stroke his cock.

“Yes,” he groans, urging me on. “Just like that, sweet girl.”

His hand moves to my hair, threading through it as I open my mouth and drag my tongue up his warm shaft. It took me a long time to get my hair like this, but I don’t care one bit that his strong needy hands are ruining all my work. It feels too good to stop him.

My tongue reaches his big round head and I drag it over the tiny slit on top, tasting his pre-cum with a moan. He lets out a sharp breath that sounds like my name. I love the way his body is reacting to my tongue. I love the way his muscles clench under my touch. I’m reveling in all of it.

I lean forward and kiss his big head, teasing him and drawing out the anticipation.

“Cara,” he says, his voice a plea now. “Please. Put your mouth on it before I die.”

I meet his dark gaze, letting him see the smile tugging at my lips.

“If you insist,” I whisper as I lean forward with my pussy aching.

I open wide and take him into my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of his reaction—the way his breath stutters, the way his grip on my hair tightens, the way his entire body seems to melt and tense at the same time.

His cock stretches my mouth as I take him in deeper. My jaw aches as I wrap my lips around him, moving my head back and forth, sucking him off.

Water fills my eyes as I push him in as deep as I can before slowly pulling back, keeping my lips clenched tight around his hard shaft.

I stroke him and suck him faster, loving the heat of his skin and the rough possessive sounds he’s grunting out. Every groan, every shudder, every whisper of my name is like fuel, driving me to give him more, to push him closer to the edge.

The deep heavy sound of his masculine groans vibrate through me, making my pussy pulse with heat. It feels like there’s a needy little demon between my legs. Before I realize what I’m doing, my hand slips under my dress and into my panties.

“Fucking hell,” Graham whispers as he watches me playing with myself, burying two fingers into my hot wet pussy. I rub my engorged clit in a frenzy when I look up into his dark sexy eyes. He’s staring down at me and I know I’m his now. He’s never going to let me go. I can feel the possession emanating from his eyes, wrapping around me, making me his. His eyes are locked on me like he’s never seen anything so sexy.

Those dark molten eyes are full of raw hunger and heat so intense it feels like it could burn me alive. His heated gaze leaves no doubt: I’m the only one he wants.

I pick up the pace, sucking his big beautiful cock with a fresh burst of energy. I’m desperate to get him off. I need to make him cum.

His hands tighten in my hair as his groans get deeper. I can tell he’s close now. My hand moves faster on my clit. I’m close too…

I squeeze the base of his shaft with a firm grip and push him deep into my mouth—as deep as I can take. My eyes water as I feel his shaft pulsing against my tongue.

He cries out, his deep voice vibrating through me as he cums hard, streams of hot cum filling my mouth. I moan as I swallow it all down, feeling it warming the inside of my chest.

Seeing him unravel and knowing I’m the reason he’s losing control, pushes me over the edge and I cum hard, heat bursting inside me and drowning my senses in intense beautiful pleasure. I cling to the base of Graham’s hard dick, holding him in my mouth as my sex pulses around my fingers, sending bliss shooting down to my curled toes.

My legs are trembling when the heat finally dissipates. I’m shaken all over as I let go of his cock and look up at him shyly.

I feel a sense of satisfaction unlike anything I’ve ever known before. As he leans heavily against the wall, his breathing ragged, I press a soft kiss on his cock and look up at him. His gaze is heavy-lidded, but when he meets my eyes, there’s something raw and vulnerable there that makes my chest ache.

I’m really in deep now…

I pull my hand out from between my legs and my fingers are coated in my cream. Graham takes my arm and pulls me to my feet. He grabs my wrist in a firm grip and gazes into my eyes as he pulls my hand to his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moans as he sucks on my fingers, tasting my juices. It’s so intimate and dirty and sexy all at the same time that a whimper escapes my throat as I watch.

This man is so intoxicating. I’m already addicted. We haven’t even had our first date and there’s no hesitation, no question. In this moment, I’m his—body, heart, and soul.

I belong to him.

And he belongs to me.

“So far, I’m loving this date,” he says with a grin.

I drop my forehead onto his bare chest and shake my head, laughing. I can’t believe I just did that. I had told myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t put out after dinner, but I guess in a way, I kept my word. I put out before dinner.

And there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll probably put out after dinner too.