Epilogue - Charlotte
Five Years Later
Iscream out, feeling him deep in my ass. After all these years, he never gets enough of being inside of me. This time, he's balls deep in my ass as I’m bent over the desk in his home office.
“You asked for this, didn't you?” He grunts, pumping inside of me with quick, short strokes that drive me crazy.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I just came in here to tell you Brynnlee picked up the kids and took them over to her ranch for a sleepover.” I make my voice sound as innocent as I can.
“You came into my office without any fucking panties on.” Rhett grunts, his thrusts so forceful they’re rocking his desk. “Do you like teasing me, wife? Or do you like your punishment when you’re a bad girl?”
“It was an honest mistake. I forgot to put them on.” I lie.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pinches my clit, causing me to cry out as I come, squeezing his shaft tightly. Rhett unloads his cum in my ass before flipping me over, placing me on his desk, and dropping to his knees, devouring my pussy juices and eating me out while I come on his face.
He stands up and gently cleans my ass with a bunch of tissues before cleaning himself.
Instead of pulling his pants up, because in his haste to get inside me, he only had time to toss my skirt up and unzip his pants before he was balls deep inside me, thrusting like his life depended on it, he picks me up and lays me on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.
He removes his clothes before pulling my dress over my head and lying down next to me. “Since I can’t trust that you’ll remember to wear panties around me, I’ll just have to keep you naked and satisfied so you’ll stay out of trouble while the kids are at Brynnlee’s.”
“Yes, Sir.” I thrust my chest out at him and give him a fake salute.
“I like that, say it again.” He leans down, rubbing his already hard cock over my pussy.
“Yes, Cowboy.” I switch it up just to hear his possessive growl, as he takes me again and again until we're both too exhausted to move.
Before I fall asleep, I take a moment to silently thank Grandma Betty Sue, just like I do every day, for bringing this lovable, filthy cowboy into my life.
-The End-
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Autumn
Fall is my favorite time of year — given my name, Autumn, it almost has to be.
My sisters and I moved to this charming mountain town a few months ago, finally turning our dream of owning a bakery into reality.
With a town festival nearly every month, our new pastry food truck has been an enormous success.
I'm eager to see how people respond to our new pumpkin spice turnovers, but my excitement fades now that I’ve caught the eye of a charming stranger who I’m sure is only in town for the Mountain Man Challenge.
When he asks me for a kiss before every event to be his good luck charm, I agree, knowing it’s harmless since he’ll be gone after the festival.
Ridge
Autumn thinks I’m just some drifter in town for the prize money from the Mountain Man Challenge Festival. Little does she know, I’m the new investor in the Mountain Man Sanctuary for wounded veterans that Bay and Jessa Blackwood plan to open.
I’ve been in town for a couple of months now, surveying the site and overseeing the construction of the cabins and community center for the sanctuary.
I’ve been watching from the shadows as Autumn dances and flirts with all the local mountain men at various town events.
The only thing stopping me from claiming her sooner is her lack of enthusiasm for those mountain men.
The Annual Mountain Man Challenge Festival is the perfect opportunity to make my presence known by winning the challenge and Autumn’s heart—I just need a good luck kiss from the woman of my dreams to make that happen.
Chapter One
Autumn
“Check out that sexy mountain man on the other side of the farthest picnic table,” Charlotte, our newest employee, nudges my arm.
“He’s been staring at you like he wants to lick your frosting—if you know what I mean, for the last half hour.
” Her laughter draws the attention of a few other mountain men sitting in our outdoor seating area in front of our pastry food truck, along with one very grumpy-looking cowboy.
He seems to be glaring daggers at those same mountain men while splitting his gaze between them and Charlotte.
“I’d be more worried about that delicious-looking cowboy over there.” I nudge her arm back, nodding at the sexy guy wearing tight jeans, a plaid shirt that stretches over his muscular chest, and a cowboy hat. “Looks like he wants to coat you in his homemade frosting.”
The laughter catches in her throat as her eyes lock on the cowboy.
“Not interested.” She scowls, turning back to the oven and pulling out a fresh batch of our best-selling pumpkin spice turnovers.
She sets them on a rack to cool while she grabs the filled frosting bag from the refrigerator and begins to squeeze out the glaze onto the sweets.
“This is the only frosting I want.” Her eyes stray back to the cowboy who’s still watching her with a determined stare.
“If you say so," I snort. “But you'll have to tell him that.” I grab a damp towel and rush out the door before she can answer.
It’s my turn to wipe down the picnic tables. Plus, I want to get a closer look at the mountain man who’s been watching me, as Charlotte says.
Trying not to look too obvious, I start with the closest table, wiping around the mountain men finishing with their sweets. As usual, the more vocal of the men start conversations with me while the shy ones politely smile as I clear off their tables.
The conversations range from discussing the weather to predicting who will win the Mountain Man Challenge.
I’m betting on either my brother-in-law, Brooks Blackwood, or his brother, Bay.
Things take a turn for the worse when I reach Burt Wainwright's table.
His smug smile makes me shudder in disgust.
How did I ever think he was handsome?
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to find my soulmate.
I’ve watched how happy my sister Junie is with her husband and how miserable my sister Iclyn is, pushing her obvious soulmate away day after day until he finally stopped coming around the bakery, and the toll it has taken on her mentally and physically.
No, I want to find a man I can build a life with right here in Temptation Ridge.
Unfortunately, I’ve met almost every unattached man in town, and none have made my heart race until the stranger—Charlotte claims can’t keep his eyes off me—strolled into town.
I’m sure only for the grand prize money from the Mountain Man Challenge.
I heard it was $5,000 this year. But, still, I can’t help but be drawn to him as my eyes keep straying in his direction.
“Hey, Autumn. Do you want to be my date for the dance tonight?” Burt sends me a smile that I’m sure he thinks is sexy, but it just makes my skin crawl.
“I’m sure you want to show up on the arm of the winner of the Mountain Man Challenge.
” His eyes drop to my chest, and I curse myself for wearing the white T-shirt with our bakery logo and slogan, ‘Sweet Enough, You’ll Want Another Taste’ on it.
His conceited words take away from what I am sure most women find attractive. His good looks blinded me at first, causing me to accept a second dance from him at Bay and Jessa’s wedding reception last month.
Normally, I politely decline a second dance, but there was something about that night I couldn’t quite explain. It felt like I was being watched, which, in a town full of big, strong, sexy mountain men with only a few single women, isn’t unheard of for men to stare. But this was different.
The eyes that seemed to be watching me made me feel alive and needy—almost reckless, pushing me to make whoever it was step out of the shadows and ask for a dance from me, and maybe more.
To reach my goal, I ignored my instincts and accepted a second dance request from Burt.
He took it as a sign of interest since I never agree to a second dance.
Unfortunately, all I did was realize it was all in my head and that no one was actually watching me from the shadows. Now Burt thinks I’m interested in him, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Hi, Burt.” I hold the damp rag in front of my chest, using it as a shield.
My sisters and I have curvy bodies with big chests, small waists, and wide hips, and the T-shirt and jeans I’m wearing do nothing to hide that.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my curves, just not the way Burt is leering at them.
“Sorry, but I’m working the food truck all night.
” I wasn’t planning on it since our other employee, Brynnlee, is the one actually scheduled to work until the festival shuts down tonight, but I’d do almost anything else than be Burt’s date.
“Your loss.” Burt shrugs, his smirk deepening as he continues.
"You know where to find me if you change your mind.” He stands and pushes away from the table, making his way through the crowd, leaving me biting my tongue to hold back what I really want to say.
However, that would be bad for our business.
When he’s out of hearing range, I relax my hold on my tongue and turn around to finish wiping the tables. Now that the Mountain Man Challenge sign-up has started, our customer base has decreased.
“Yuck, like I’d go anywhere with someone like him,” I say under my breath, only loud enough for me to hear—or so I thought.