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  “How’d you find me?” I asked. I didn’t need to shout even though the rain was pounding around us because of how close we were sitting. Our arms and thighs brushed. His was thick and corded with muscles and my cock jerked. Shit, this sort of instant attraction rarely happened to me. I was usually turned on by a man’s intellect, talking to him and getting to know him, forming a bond. I didn’t think mountain man here was the type of guy anyone bonded with.

  “You were never lost,” he barked at me. “I followed you.”

  “You followed me?” I asked in surprise. “Why?”

  “You were traveling down the mountain alone,” he remarked, “without anything for defense and I’d just shot a coyote. If you didn’t end up being lost again, you might have turned into bait for some animal.”

  I shivered against him at the bluntness of his words. “I’m not your responsibility,” I said argumentatively because I didn’t like the way he made me sound so hopeless. Like I didn’t have a chance of making it off this mountain alone which was probably true, but he didn’t have to point it out.

  “Well, you ought to be somebody’s,” he quipped, “because you’re damn sure trying to get yourself killed. But do it when you get back to the city, pretty boy. Not in my backyard to have the authorities crawling up my mountain.”

  “Don’t call me that,” I hissed, anger boiling inside me.

  “What?”

  “Don’t call me, pretty boy,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “It’s a compliment, isn’t it?”

  I couldn’t decide if he was being sincere or goading me. If he was being sincere then it would fit in with the vibe I was getting from him, that he was definitely gay. If he wasn’t, then he was just like Keith’s friends.

  “How old are you anyway?” he asked.

  “Twenty-two,” I replied and peeked at him to find he was looking at me. “And you?”

  “Thirty-two.”

  “Oh.” I did the quick calculation in my head before I realized what I was doing and turned my face away from him so he didn’t see my flushed cheeks. Why was I calculating his age to find out how much apart we are in age? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen between us, but if it did, ten years wasn’t so bad.

  “We’ll have to wait out the worst of this rain,” he stated. “Sometimes it lasts for hours and another time it can last just a few minutes.”

  I shifted and gasped at the pain in my ankle. “I should have never come up here,” I grumbled. “This has got to be the worst experience of my life. And I’ve had to come out of the closet.” The latter wasn’t necessary which had me wondering why I was giving him that tidbit of information. Perhaps hoping he’d share the same with me?

  “It’s obvious you’re not the hiking type,” he remarked, disappointing me by not commenting on my suspicion of his sexual preference.

  “No, I’m not,” I agreed. “Someone asked me to go along. I thought I’d be safe with the group.”

  “Hmm.” He grunted then, and we settled in silence, me being conscious of him and the raw masculine energy flowing from his very pores. I couldn’t wait for the rain to cease so we could get out of this confined space. Being so close to him, feeling the muscles in his body, was messing with my head. And the last thing I needed was a rebound with a man like him.

  “I’m Bryan,” I told him, realizing we hadn’t exchanged names.

  “Tate,” was all he said which told me all I needed to know. He didn’t want to talk. I wanted to stay away from him, but I was soaked and cold. His body heat drew me in more ways than one. With a mind of its own, my body leaned even closer towards him.

  Chapter Four

  “Take off your clothes.”

  Well, that was fast, I thought staring at Tate in surprise at his order. I’d suspected the chemistry between us but when he had trekked with me back to his cabin, after the storm, he had remained aloof. Even when he had carried me in his arms a part of the way, he hadn’t given me the feeling he was interested. Contrary to what many people believed, a gay man didn’t just sleep with another gay man. I may not be his type and I still didn’t know for certain he was gay.

  “Excuse me?” I gaped at him as he reached for his sodden shirt and pulled it over his head. He reached for the button at the front of his jeans and started working on it too.

  “Get out of your wet clothes or you may get sick,” he explained. “What did you think I was talking about?”

  Blushing, I refused to comment but reached for my own shirt and took it off. I stared at his chest, noting how different we were in size. Tate was a huge man. He had arms like limbs and feet like trunks. Damn, he was hot. I stifled a groan at my interest, always in these men who were physically more powerful.

  When he was down to his underwear, he walked from the bedroom which made me comfortable enough to take off my shorts. My briefs were soaked through and my cock was outlined in the white cotton material. Who the hell wore white briefs on a hike? But Keith had insisted I bring them, as he liked seeing my ass in the tiny whites. I wondered if it would have the same effect on Tate. He’d undressed so casually in front of me that I thought, probably not.

  I was rubbing my arms, acknowledging that I was feeling a little cold, when Tate re-entered the bedroom. It was nicer than I thought a log house would be, with a queen-sized bed and fluffy pillows. There was a dresser with mirror as well and a chest of drawers. From an inside door, I spotted a closet.

  “Here you go.” Tate passed me the towel and I rubbed down with the fluffy material. There was something odd about this man. The quality of the towel was the finest. Who lived in the mountains and took care in selecting towels for comfort?

  He was still bare-chested and had a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.

  “Let’s get you on the bed so I can check your ankle,” he told me and when I would have struggled to make it on my own, he scooped me up and placed me on the bed. Our near naked bodies and our nearness wreaked havoc on my senses. I closed my eyes and hoped he didn’t see my erection making my attraction to him evident. Good lord, I had to push the image from my mind of him pressing me into the mattress.

  He grasped my right foot gently and my eyes flew open. His touch was gentle, but his calloused palms caused enough friction on my skin that I was no longer shivering. Heat coursed through my veins. I followed his gaze to the ghastly purplish bruise on my ankle. It was swollen and hurt when he poked it. I tried to concentrate on the pain in my foot instead of the ache in my groin.

  “I think it’s just a sprain,” he surmised aloud and ran his hand up my hairless leg, without thought. A moan slipped from my mouth, which I tried to cut short, but it was too late. The reality of what he was doing hit him and he jerked his hand away. “I need to get you an ice pack,” he stated and started to move away from me.

  I was as surprised as he was, when I reached out a hand and grasped his bicep to stop him from moving. My heart was pounding in my chest again at the feel of the muscles. I had no idea if I was doing the right thing. I just knew I was wound so tight and my damn cock wouldn’t give me an ease since I met him. Here he was, and I was a free man. I assumed he was unattached as well, so what did it really matter if I engaged in a little flirtation with him?

  I’d been a flirt before Keith. never pursue a man outright but if I was interested, I found ways to drop hints. I had been dropping them at Tate since we were in the bushes together but he hadn’t picked them up. I’d thought I would just let it go but that instant he had rubbed his hand up my leg, I knew I couldn’t.

  “Thanks for everything, Tate,” I told him. “You’re right. I probably wouldn’t have made it down the mountain alone. Thanks for following me.”

  “It’s nothing,” he responded but his voice had deepened even more.

  “Is it though?” I said softly. “It’s okay.”

  The words were hardly out my mouth when he gripped the back of my head and pulled me into him.

  “I was trying not to do thi
s,” he whispered, his lips just a hairbreadth away from mine. “I wanted to leave you alone, but your eyes have been begging me for this. You’ve no idea what you’re inviting Bryan.”

  Instead of backing away, I inclined my head so our lips met. If I thought for one second that I would be taking over the kiss, I was mistaken. Tate held me hard against him while he plundered my lips like a man who had been without water for days. He flooded my mouth with his tongue and I sucked it into my mouth, running my hands over his biceps. God, he felt good, his muscles rippling beneath my caress. This was the reason I always chose these bigger men. They just felt damn good to rub against.

  We kissed for a long time, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my slender back. He slanted his lips over mine and sucked my tongue into his mouth, pressing me back into the bed and climbing over me.

  “Shit,” I murmured as he kissed across my cheekbone. I could feel his heavy cock on my thigh.

  “You’ve been wanting this all the while you were with me, haven’t you?” he groaned.

  “Yes,” I gasped as he toyed his tongue over my nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and I writhed beneath him, tugging the towel off his body. Reaching between our bodies, I grasped his cock. He was thick as he was long and it excited me to rub him up and down.

  “That feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “Fuck yeah, don’t stop now.”

  He didn’t have to ask me twice. I jerked on his cock while he kissed me again and thrust into my fist.

  The raw hunger between us that I felt was something very rare and I was shocked. At each stroke of his tongue against mine, and at the stroke of his fingers, I was engulfed by more heat. While I didn’t mean to compare, I couldn’t remember feeling this explosive heat with Keith. The sex had been good but this, what Tate and I were doing reeked of raw sexual chemistry. Attraction in its purest form.

  “It’s been too long,” Tate growled licking the shell of my ear. “Too long since I’ve felt this. Tell me I don’t have to wait.”

  “You don’t have to wait,” I gasped out and that was all the encouragement he needed. I released his cock and he moved over to the bedside table. He shuffled around and returned with a condom and a small tube of lube.

  “Put it on me,” he said and tossed the condom at me. I ripped it open, my excitement drowning out the rational thought that this was too damn soon. I didn’t know the man except that he had possibly saved my life. Fuck, people slept with others for less reason, I decided as I smoothed the condom over his cock. I barely had it on before he had me flat on my back again. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between my thighs. He gripped the base of my dick in his hand and settled his mouth over the bulbous head. I wasn’t as big as he was, just an average but he treated me like I was a damn stallion. He sucked my cock, licking the tip before bobbing his head up and down.

  “Oh, fuck, Tate!” I cried out and sank my fingers into his long hair. He kissed down my shaft and to my balls, his beard tickling my skin. He rocked back on his heels to dribble lube over my puckered entrance. With a hum of pleasure deep inside his chest, he leaned forward to suck my cock into his mouth once more while his fingers massaged the lube into my hole. He pushed one finger through the tight ring of muscles, wiggling his finger in a clockwise motion as he plunged deeper.

  “Oh God!” I cried, my head digging into the bed, my torso rising in the air. Another finger joined the first and he prepared me for his entry with deep slow strokes. Crooking his finger as he plunged, he hit the right spot and I almost jumped out of my skin. I whimpered in my throat, the sound trapped between a gasp and a cry.

  “Perfect,” he groaned in appreciation. Kneeling, he grasped his shaft, coated it with a generous amount of lube and guided the head to my anus. He pressed, and I relaxed, breathing hard through my mouth from the desire twisting in my gut.

  “Uh!” I grunted as he got the head inside and started filling me deeper with his shaft. When he had fed me half his length he paused and peered down into my face. He leaned over and kissed me, muffling my moan as he pressed his full length inside me. I gasped at the girth of him stretching me open.

  “Good?” he asked, withdrawing and plunging hard inside me.

  “Fuck yeah!” I agreed, grasping my cock with my right hand. I pumped my cock as he pumped inside my hole. He hissed between his teeth each time he plunged into my ass. He ran his hands over my abs, pressing into my chest as he leveraged himself and thrust even harder.

  He pulled out and motioned for me to lie on my side. He crowded behind me and raised my left leg.

  “Don’t want to hurt your ankle,” he whispered, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

  Until he mentioned it, I hadn’t even remembered about my leg. That he was being considerate sent a warm feeling rippling through me. I leaned back my head and reached behind me to pull his head down to mine for a kiss, as he filled my ass with his cock once more. He worked his hips slowly but steadily, hooking my left leg in the air. In this position, my right leg lay undisturbed on the bed to prevent irritation to my ankle.

  “God, your ass feels so good,” Tate groaned, reaching around me to grasp my cock. He jerked me, thrusting more insistently. I moaned, arching my back into him, my eyes closing as my breathing became ragged. He kissed my neck, nicking my flesh with his teeth. Every touch from him sent electrifying waves down into my back and flooded my gut before reaching my cock. I shifted my ass backward, meeting each of his thrusts, begging him silently for more.

  “Oh God!” I gasped when I shot my cum onto the bed. My ass clenched at the intensity of it all as I catapulted into the essence of my climax.

  When I settled down, Tate pushed me onto my front and straddled the backs of my thighs. Plying my ass cheeks apart, he grunted as he plunged into my ass. I reached behind me to caress his leg as he continued pumping, his movements becoming more frantic. Wrapping an arm under my body to pull me even snugger against him, he shoved his cock deep inside me one last time before stiffening. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, leaving his mark as he exploded.

  Chapter Five

  I came awake on a groan, my butt smarting from Tate’s fucking last night. He hadn’t been lying when he said it had been too long for him. After the first time we’d made love, we’d eaten dinner afterward, avoiding the subject and not talking much. I sensed he was a troubled man. After all, he was living on the mountains alone, separating himself from people. Someone didn’t make that kind of decision lightly.

  He’d waited until I had fallen asleep to crawl into bed. I’d woken up to feel his hands wrapping around me and him caressing my cock. It hadn’t taken long for me to get a hard-on. The sex had been even more intense than the first time.

  I stretched, noting my ass wasn’t the only part of me that throbbed. So, did my ankle. Pulling myself up to a sitting position, I tugged the sheet off my naked body and examined my ankle. I’d iced it yesterday as Tate had advised and it didn’t look as swollen as before.

  With the inability to walk properly, I wouldn’t be getting off this mountain any time soon. Give and take a few days. I thought about Keith returning to his condo and not finding me there. I pushed the thought from my mind. He didn’t care anyway so this was none of his business.

  I fretted that I was jumping out of the frying pan and straight into the cauldrons of hell. Tate was the definition of the kind of man that was bad for me. I didn’t do this hiking shit and if Keith hadn’t convinced me, we wouldn’t have even met. This couldn’t be anything than a few days of sex at best. As soon as my ankle healed well enough, I would be leaving.

  The thought of going back to my life and acting as though Tate didn’t exist was disconcerting. I couldn’t be catching feelings for the man so quickly though I admitted, he was an enigma. I wanted to know more about him, what had driven him to seek solace away from people.

  In the wee hours of the morning, I’d woken up in his arms and it had been a nice feeling. We slept spooned again
st each other, his morning rise poking my ass and his arm draped over my waist. I’d fallen back asleep but waking up now, there was no sign of the way we had been nestled against each other.

  “Don’t get carried away,” I whispered the advice to myself. No sense liking the guy too much when we were from two different worlds. This would never work when I lived in the city. Besides, who said Tate was interested in anything but a fling?

  I shuffled to the edge of the bed, wanting to take a leak and a shower. That I’d never expected at all. Indoor plumbing in the log cabin. He had explained that he did the plumbing himself and sourced from the river nearby. I was impressed that he was so handy although it was obvious just by looking at him, that he was the kind of guy you’d want hanging around in dire situations.

  I frowned as I wondered why I had this fixation with guys who were physically more powerful than me? Although Keith was very much corporate, he still had that macho, larger-than-life personality that had attracted me to him.

  Now Tate.

  “Shit,” I grumbled when I tried standing on my leg and it still hurt too much to put pressure on it. I looked around for the clothes Tate had loaned me since everything in my bag had been soaked. I found the T-shirt and tugged it over my head, before hopping my way to the door.

  Without warning, the door pushed open, stubbing the toe of my left foot.

  “Fuck!” I exploded, hopping around on my one foot. Before I could fall, Tate caught me.

  “Shit, sorry,” he apologized. “I had no idea you were out of bed.”

  My toes forgotten, I stared up at Tate, clinging to his biceps. Holy hell, I didn’t know he was so handsome. He had shaved off the hair from his face and his hair was tied back. With the lack of facial hair, I could clearly make out his strong jawline and the sensuous lips I’d kissed over and over last night. His piercing green eyes stared back at me.