Their Rustic Retreat (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #5) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Men of Evergreen Mountain Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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“Don’t cities have parks?” I say, running my hand over his chest as I lean into him.

“Yes, they do, but it’s nowhere near the same. You still hear all the cars whizzing by. Not this... weird... almost... silence.” He pauses as he stares blankly out into the distance. “I don’t think I’ve ever been someplace this quiet before. It’s kinda eerie.”

“I imagine so, if it's not what you’re used to.”

“I could get used to this, though. This view. This solitude.” He turns to me with a playful smirk. “This wonderful woman who stands next to me.”

I giggle gleefully. “I have to say you’re definitely improving the experience I’m having up here too.”

He holds me close, looking into my eyes. God, they’re beautiful. He’s everything I want in a man. Handsome, strong, kind, good with dogs. I always thought love at first sight was a load of nonsense until I met him.

The tension is strong. The way he’s looking at me, he has to be thinking the exact same thing.

About how he wants this to be more. So much more than just a hike, than just a date, both wanting it to be the start of something absolutely beautiful.

He confirms his intentions by leaning forward, and bringing his lips to mine.

They meet. My first kiss, and it’s everything I’ve always anticipated. His hands wrap around my waist as he brings me even closer, our kiss increasing with great intensity.

His hands run down my body, to my thighs. I always dress coolly, in shorts, during this time of year, and now more than ever, I’m so thankful for it. Goose bumps form up and down my form, making me shudder with anticipation about what is to come.

I want him. Bad. There’s a heat inside of me that can’t possibly be tamed right now except by a man, and not just any man.

I shudder with excitement and anxiety from his touch. I’ve never been one to put a whole lot of value on a girl’s virginity. It always felt it a little silly to celebrate not having done something, especially when that something is so natural and central to the human experience.

These beliefs don’t make me any less of a wreck when it comes to suggesting that maybe I wanted to sleep with a guy whom I’d only met a few hours ago.

Tristian, though, seems to be knowledgeable when it comes to reading body language. We broke our kiss, leaving both of us slightly breathless. “You’re an enthusiastic one, aren’t you?”

“Mm hmm,” I say with a nod. “I’ve always been one to go get something when I want it. Just that the thing I want now is, uh... a bit more mature than a milkshake from Cookie’s.”

“Yeah. The thing I want is way more mature than that too.”

“Well, then. I want it. You want it. What’s holding the two of us back from getting it?”

“The idea that classy, respectable women wait until, at least, I don’t know, the fourth date, and I don’t even know if this hike counts as a first?”

My eyebrow raises. “I’d have to wait until the fourth date to do this, right? Fuck that.”

“I don’t even know if that’s true; it’s just something I heard. I don’t think anyone knows when the proper time is. People just do it when they feel like it, and when they feel like it, it’s the right time to do so.”

I caress his face, enjoying the roughness of his stubble. “Then I think the right time is now.”

He smirks. “Right here? Looking at your hometown below?”

“What? Do you think any of them can actually make us out from this far up?”

“Just saying, most girls prefer beds.”

“I live in my parents’ house, Tristian. It’s not as private as I would hope it to be.”

He laughs and kisses me again. You’d think that it wouldn’t be as good as the first, but it’s somehow better. His hands curl around my ass, holding me steady.

I run my hands down his chest, slowly undoing that button-up shirt of his. There’s only some light hair on his chest, and a lot of his tattoos continue down his torso. I make a mental note to maybe ask him about them at some point.

Deeper down I go, feeling the muscles and contours of his body. It feels delightful under the tips of my fingers.

Tristian is equally as interested in me, stripping me of my own flannel shirt, teasing my tits a little through my bra. I’m not dressed like I would be if I wanted a hot date, but really, I don’t think Tristian cares. He wants me naked, not giving a rat’s ass about my fashion sense, or lack thereof.

I unhook my bra, and let it fall to my feet. Tristian takes a look at me with a smile of approval. It takes a load off that he’s the first man to ever see them since there’s been anything worth seeing.


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