Chased by the Mountain Man

6

Trent

Holy shit.

Tonight is turning into one hell of a rollercoaster.

When I woke up to Jasmine peering over me looking scared out of her mind, I felt awful. Night terrors have haunted me ever since I took my first bullet in Iraq, but after Syria, they got a whole lot worse. I never intended to open up to Jasmine about all that shit, but she’s so damn sweet, so gentle, that I started telling her everything without even realizing it. She saw the ugly parts of me, the dark scarred parts that I’m always trying to hide, and she didn’t run. She didn’t leave. Instead, she told me I was brave and even opened up about her own problems.

It felt right, sharing parts of myself with Jasmine…it felt good…even if it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a broken old veteran who doesn’t deserve her. I know it, but dammit, I still can’t resist. Seeing this curvy angel sitting on my bed just inches away from me, looking so adorable in my t-shirt…fuck, I had to kiss her. And even though the logical part of me knows I shouldn’t be giving into these desires, I’m too far gone. I need to see Jasmine come undone for me again. I need to taste her pussy until she screams for me.

Jasmine is on her back staring up at me, eyes glazed with lust, her lips parted as she breathes hard with anticipation. I grab her panties with frantic hands, swiping my fingers over the sodden fabric that covers her core.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I mutter, my eyes roaming her thick thighs and curvy hips, feeling my cock twitch with need.

Jasmine glows at my words, her cheeks blushing adorably, and I don’t waste another second. I pull down her panties and toss them aside until she’s naked from the waist down. Then I push her thighs apart. My eyes roam her pretty little pussy, her pink folds glistening with arousal, wet and juicy as a peach.

Jasmine whimpers a little, and I look at her. She seems nervous. Overwhelmed.

“You okay, princess?”

She bites her lip and nods. “Nobody’s ever seen me…down there before.”

I groan at how innocent she looks, staring up at me with those big green eyes. “Guess that makes me the luckiest man in the world.”

I’m aching with longing to know I’m the first person to see Jasmine’s sweet pussy. My cock feels like it’s about to explode, and I squeeze the throbbing member through my boxers as I lower myself between Jasmine’s legs, pressing feathery kisses against her inner thigh.

“Oh,” she says with a shuddering sigh of anticipation.

“Tell me you want this.”

I want to hear her say it. I want her pretty little voice telling me exactly what she wants.

“I…I want this,” Jasmine breathes. “I want it, Trent.”

The sound of my name on her lips spurs me into action, and my pulse quickens as I bury my head between Jasmine’s legs, pressing my tongue against her honeyed core.

“OH!” she cries as I hungrily lap up her cream, coating my lips with her sweet musk. Her thighs tremble on either side of me, but I don’t let up. I dip my tongue into her tight hole, fucking her with my mouth, my arms holding her still and forcing her to take it.

“YES! OH GOD!”

She squirms against my lips, but she can’t escape my invading tongue. Still holding her down with one hand, I start to rub her clit with the other, teasing her swollen nub until she screams, “TRENT! YES!”

This is heaven. It has to be. Listening to this perfect angel sobbing my name as I worship her pussy, savoring every drop of her honey…it’s so fucking hot. I start to grind myself against the mattress, trying to relieve some of the tension in my cock as Jasmine starts to buck and write around my tongue, her walls tightening. I can hear that she’s about to come—her moans are more urgent, almost pained, like she needs to come so badly it hurts.

“OH GOD, TRENT, I’M…I’M COMING!”

I groan against her throbbing pussy, still fucking her with my tongue, my rhythm frenzied. With a scream of pleasure that steals the breath from my lungs, Jasmine comes hard, coating my tongue with a gush of her sweet cream. I suck and lick up every drop as her body trembles and quakes, until eventually, she relaxes against the mattress with one last moan of satisfaction.

Fuck, I could taste this angel all day long.

“Trent?”

At the sound of my name I reluctantly pull away from Jasmine’s pussy, looking down at her. She’s sexy as hell: hair messed up, cheeks blushing, and I reach down to stroke her face, my thumb rubbing circles against her soft skin.

“Yes?” I ask.

“That was amazing.” Jasmine’s eyes twinkle as she pushes herself up into a sitting position. “But I think it’s your turn now.”

I frown, not understanding what she means until she leans toward me and tentatively reaches for my boxers.

“Jasmine, you don’t need to—”

“I want to,” she says, looking a little shy. “I want to see you.”

I can’t resist. I help her pull down my boxers until they’re around my knees, my swollen cock standing to attention as Jasmine stares at it, making me groan as she gingerly takes it in both hands.

“It’s huge,” she mumbles, eyes wide. Her hands look so damn tiny wrapped around my length, and I suck in a breath as Jasmine lowers her mouth toward it.

“You really don’t have to do this,” I start to say again, but then those plump lips clamp around my cock, and my words melt into a deep groan.

Jasmine moans as she bobs her head up and down, taking my cock deep into her warm mouth. It’s sloppy and wet and so fucking good. I watch her in awe, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky. My girl is sucking my cock like she can’t get enough, and already I feel my balls start to tighten, my orgasm building as I watch Jasmine move faster.

“Shit, I’m gonna come soon, princess. You should stop now or I’m gonna—”

But she doesn’t stop. She sucks harder, her pretty green eyes blinking innocently up at me, and my cock explodes in her mouth. I let out a hoarse shout as pleasure pulses through me, thick streams of cum coating Jasmine’s tongue. She swallows it down, her lips wet and sticky as she smiles at me.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing,” I tell her, my heart still hammering as I slowly get my breath back.

Jasmine giggles. “You taste good. Like vanilla.”

“So do you, princess. So damn good.” I reach for her, my hands gripping her soft skin, pulling her into my arms. “I want to taste you again right now.”

She grins at me but shakes her head. “I think we should get some sleep first. It’s still the middle of the night.”

“You’re the boss, beautiful.”

I get up to turn off the light before lying beside Jasmine, spooning her so that her back is to my chest, my cock pressing against her soft ass. I breathe in her candy-sweet scent, twisting a lock of her hair between my fingers as she says, “Goodnight, Trent.”

“Goodnight, Jasmine.”

I listen to the sound of her breathing as it turns deep and slow, and eventually I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

***

I wake up later than usual the next morning, blinking away sleep as I look over at Jasmine. She’s on her back now, eyes closed, her pretty lips parted as she snores softly. My heart clenches as I look at her. She looks so young and innocent. Her skin is smooth and plump, free of the wrinkles and scars that line my face, and I run a hand over my beard feeling agitated.

Last night.

It hits me in a rush of memories: my nightmare, opening up to Jasmine, kissing her, tasting her, my tongue in her pussy, my cock in her mouth…

It was fucking perfect. All of it. I loved every moment of my night with Jasmine, but at the same time, I’m pissed at myself for letting it happen. I feel like an asshole. I was meant to protect her and keep her safe from the cops, not stick my tongue inside her and watch her suck my cock.

Even if it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…

But goddammit, that’s not the point!

Jasmine deserves better. She deserves somebody her own age, somebody who isn’t so damn messed up. And yeah, maybe the thought of her being with another guy makes me want to punch the ground with my bare hands, but this isn’t about me. It’s about what’s best for the sweet young woman lying in my bed. It’s her I need to think about now.

I feel like an idiot. What was I thinking? Seriously, what did I fucking think would happen? That we’d go riding off into the sunset together, a broken old veteran like me with a girl like Jasmine? I’m forty-years-old, dammit, I shouldn’t be this na?ve. This isn’t a movie. I need to fix things. I need to get Jasmine’s co-worker to confess what he did so that she can get back to her normal life. Then she can follow her dreams and become a counselor like she’s always wanted, and I’ll go back to being alone, keeping my dark memories contained instead of letting all my problems infect this perfect angel.

Swallowing down the guilt that’s burning inside me, I get out of bed as quietly as possible and pull on some clothes, trying not to look at Jasmine. I know that going our separate ways will be the best thing for her, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept. She’s been like a bright light in my life, a pure shot of happiness, but I can’t be selfish. I can’t put my wants above hers. Not ever.

Once I’m ready, I write a quick note telling Jasmine I’ll be back soon. I leave it in the kitchen before heading out the front door and beginning the drive down to Winterdale. According to my phone, the bank opens in thirty minutes, so I stop my truck in the employee parking lot and wait, keeping my eyes peeled. Jasmine mentioned yesterday that Danny’s a young guy, blond, around her age. But none of the employees I see making their way into the bank fit that description. Time passes, and I’m starting to think the son of a bitch isn’t going to show when finally, a dirty white car pulls up fifteen minutes after the bank’s opening time.

With everything that happened between Jasmine and me yesterday, my anger toward Danny was pushed to the side. But it flares up in full force now as I watch him. He’s a smug-faced twenty-something, stumbling out of his car like he’s half drunk, and my fists clench as I jump out of my truck and start toward him.

“Danny?” I call, wanting to make sure I’ve got the right guy.

He turns to look at me, an eyebrow lifting as he takes in my stature. “Yeah?”

I grab him by the collar and slam him back against his car, letting fury take over as I think about what this guy did to Jasmine: planting drugs in her car because she wouldn’t go out with him, calling her names to soothe his ego, trying to get her arrested. My hand is itching to punch him in the face, to show him exactly what I think of him, but I have to try and control my temper if I want this to work.

Danny is looking up at me, dazed and frightened, trying to squirm away. “What the fuck, man?”

Don’t hit him. Can’t hit him. Not yet anyway.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say, my voice so low and menacing that Danny instantly shuts up. “You’re going to drive to the police station right now, and you’re going to tell them that you have a confession to make.”

“A…a confession?”

“Yes. A confession. You’re going to tell the police all about that little stunt you pulled yesterday, remember?”

Danny turns a deep shade of purple, shaking his hair out of his face as he says, “I don’t know what you’re t—”

I pull him away from the car before slamming him back against it twice as hard, making him groan with pain.

“Think about it, asshole,” I snarl. “Think really hard. Yesterday you planted cocaine in my girl’s car. You tried to get her arrested because she wouldn’t date your sorry ass. Is it coming back to you now?”

Danny nods, whimpering.

“Good. So now you’re going to tell the police all about it. You’re gonna go see them right now and admit that you planted the drugs. You’ll confess that you framed Jasmine because you’re a creepy scumbag who can’t take no for an answer. You following me, Danny?”

He nods again, his face twisting bitterly.

“And if you don’t do what I say…if you don’t tell the cops the truth…I’ll find you, Danny. See my scar? I’ll give you a few of your own to match.”

He winces, his eyes flickering toward my cheek. “Wh-what if they don’t believe me?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, you better make sure they believe you. You want to keep your teeth right? Guess you’re pretty attached to them? All you have to do is tell the truth from start to finish. Tell them they can test the cocaine for your prints if they want.”

“But th-then they’ll arrest me, won’t they?” Danny asks stupidly.

“You bet, asshole. They’ll arrest you just like you deserve.”

“I don’t want—”

“The cops will let you keep your fucking face, Danny,” I snap, shoving him against the car once more. “I won’t. You’re lucky you’re getting a choice. Choose the cops or I swear you’ll live to regret it. Don’t think I’ll let this go. I’ll make your life hell, I swear it.”

Danny must see that I’m telling the truth because he blanches and nods. “O-okay. I’ll tell them everything, just p-please don’t hurt me.”

Not such a tough guy now.

I’d love nothing more than to sock this sniveling coward in the jaw, but I don’t want to give the cops a reason to disbelieve Danny’s story. If he shows up at the police station looking like he’s had his ass kicked, they might get suspicious.

“Drive over to the police station and ask for Dave Goodman,” I say, releasing my grip on him. “Then tell him your story. If you don’t, I’ll know. Trust me.”

Danny nods, his chin trembling as he opens his car door with shaky hands and gets in. He drives away, and I head back for my truck, tailing Danny’s car until he’s parked in front of the police station. I watch him, pure hatred thrumming through my veins as he disappears inside. As far as I’m concerned, he got off lightly. He deserved much worse for hurting my girl…

No. Not my girl. She’s not mine. She can’t be.

And now that Danny is confessing everything to the police, Jasmine will have no reason to stay with me.

With a twinge of pain in my gut, I take one last look at the police station before beginning the drive back up Snowfall Ridge, toward the girl who has taken over my heart, the girl I have to let go.