Mountain Man Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
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I threw out the rest of my unwanted coffee and stretched before heading out back to tend to my garden. Fucking rabbits and deer be eating my shit when I’m not looking and fucking Harley just lets them. Punk.

I wasn’t out there five minutes before she invaded my thoughts again. “Fuck this shit!” I threw down the garden spade and clenched my fists tight. Why should I care that there were tears in her eyes and a tremble in her voice when she stormed off my porch?

I didn’t ask her to show up here, so why should I feel responsible for her damn feelings? Isn’t it enough that I’d saved her damn life already?

Is this the thanks I get for doing that shit? Yeah Braden, and what if you were asleep, what if the dream hadn’t awakened you… “Don’t fucking go there.”

Just the thought of what could’ve happened to her had I not heard her cry out was enough to make me give serious thought to hunting down those two assholes and sending them to hell.

Damn! You got it bad don’t you jackass? I ain’t got shit. We had our little tango that didn’t get any farther than the front porch and now it’s over. Moving right the fuck on.

It didn’t matter what I told myself I felt like shit. And that shit only made me angrier. I attacked the dirt, working out my frustrations and wishing her to hell and the fuck out my heart.

7

Cassie

Of all the pigheaded… I fumed as I raced back to town madder than I’ve ever been. How dare he blame me for what those two idiots tried to do to me?

Am I not allowed to go out and have a good time without being assaulted? He’s such a jerk. No wonder he has to hide away out here away from humankind. He wasn’t fit to be anywhere else.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I couldn’t see the road ahead and needed to wipe my eyes. How embarrassing. And to think I found him attractive. Shows how good a judge of character I am.

The embarrassment was not enough to erase my anger and I thought of ways I could maim him and get away with it. If I’d known he was going to be so hateful I would’ve bought him some stinging nettles instead of those gorgeous flowers.

I thought of all the ways I would love to get back at him and that helped to ease the ache in my chest just a little bit. I didn’t know I had it in me to be so mean, even if it was just in my mind.

It was a fun game until I realized that I still found him attractive after all was said and done. What a waste. It was obvious from the way he came to my rescue that he had some decency in him.

And the fact that he had the body and face of a movie star didn’t hurt. His dog was obviously well cared for, so he couldn’t be all bad. So what exactly is his problem? Was it just me? Could that be it? But why? He couldn’t possibly be that put out because he had to come to my rescue last night.

No, there had to be something else going on there. But I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that could be. There was an underlying anger that seemed disproportionate to the situation.

My years of study kicked into high gear and of course I wanted to dissect him and get to the bottom of his issues. But where to start?

I convinced myself that it was the least I could do after what he’d done for me. Instead of dwelling on his rudeness towards me, and his abominable behavior, I chose instead to tell myself that he was a wounded soul who would benefit from my talents.

That made me feel even better, but I still didn’t know how to go about getting beneath that gruff demeanor that I never want to run into again. I got an idea when I pulled into town half an hour later.

Sure, why hadn’t I thought of this before? It was the most obvious solution and who better to get answers from than the man who should know him best? That went a long way to making me feel ten times better.

Some might say that I was a glutton for punishment, but once the haze of humiliation cleared and I saw things a little more clearly my nurturing instinct kicked in.

Of course he didn’t have a problem with me, why would he? We’d only just met. And besides, he’s been living out there in the middle of nowhere on his own before I came along.

I hadn’t seen any feminine touches around his home. There were no photographs of him wrapped around someone else, so Im guessing it’s safe to say that he was unattached.


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