Chapter 2
two
Tobias
Asoft knock on my front door has me pushing out of my chair, ready to face off with yet another horny female camper, or, I guess, in my brother Teddy’s business model, a glamper.
Most of them aren’t bad—it’s the more aggressive ones I’ve had to be stern with.
Even that seems to make them more aggressive.
Some of them even suggest I spank them for being so bad.
I’m not sure what’s happened over the past year while I was away visiting our parents.
Last year at this time, none of my friends were married—hell, none even had girlfriends.
Now I swear, after Wilder’s wife, Aspen, moved to town and opened her mail-order bride service, the whole town has gone crazy, falling in love.
Even the most reclusive of my friends, Bay, found love, and he didn’t even have to leave his cabin—she literally appeared on his doorstep.
Even though I have had more women than I care to count show up at my doorstep, none of them have sparked anything romantic in me. Maybe the temptation on the mountain, as the phenomenon of finding love in Temptation Ridge has become known, has skipped over me.
Irritated that all my friends have found love, I yank open my front door, and only the comfort of knowing my three brothers haven’t found love either keeps me from biting the head off the woman standing in front of me.
She’s stunning. She reminds me of an Goddess with her thick thighs and long legs—she looks to be only a few inches shorter than my six-foot-four frame. Throw in her long black hair and baby-blue eyes, and she is an exact replica of Xena, Warrior Princess, my childhood celebrity crush.
“Um, hi.” She nervously bites her plump lower lip. “I need help getting wet.”
“What?” My brain had to have short-circuited, because there is no way this beautiful Goddess just showed up on my doorstep asking me for help getting wet.
“I mean, water. I need help with the water in my tent.” Her face turns a pretty shade of pink. “It’s coming out cold, and only a trickle. I need it hot and fast.” Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. “I mean, I need hot water that comes out faster than a trickle for a shower.”
Great, now my already overheated body is picturing her under a hot shower as her soapy hands glide over her breasts.
I shift my stance, trying to relieve the pressure building in my balls as my hard shaft presses against the zipper of my pants.
Not even my underwear can prevent the damage I’m sure the zipper is imprinting on my cock.
“And you need my help?” My brain is still trying to keep up with the conversation, failing miserably as visions of her, naked and wet, in a shower refuse to leave my mind.
“I’m at the right cabin, aren’t I?” She glances over her shoulder, then looks back at me. “I followed the directions and the map.” She hands me a piece of paper. “I hope it’s okay that I took it out of the binder.”
Reaching out my hand, I take the paper from hers.
Our fingers brush, and a spark shoots up my arm.
When her eyes widen, and she steps back, I know she felt it too.
I glance down at the paper. My brain finally catches up, and I realize she is glamping in one of the tents on my side of the family property.
Teddy is responsible for maintaining the tents on the north side of our property.
Tyce is in charge of everything on the west side of our property, and his twin, Trae, is in charge of the east side.
That leaves me in charge of the south side of our property—the most active of all the glamping tents.
This is the first time since Teddy dumped the responsibility on me that I’m actually glad.
“Yeah, you’re in the right place. I can help you get wet—I mean, I can help with your water situation.” Damn, she has me so flustered, I’m acting like a pre-teen around his first crush, not a thirty-three-year-old man.
“I’m Kysa, by the way.” She tucks a strand of long black hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back down.
I watch in fascination as she pulls a hair tie from her wrist and runs her fingers through her hair, gathering it into a messy bun on top of her head, one I’ve seen other women wear.
I never thought much of it until now—now all I can think about is tugging the hair tie from her hair, wrapping the long strands around my fist, and guiding her mouth to mine.
A low growl escapes my lips at the thought, making her eyes go wide in surprise.
“Sorry.” I cough into my hand, trying to hide the lust in my voice.
“My name is Tobias.” Suddenly, a thought hits me—what if my dream girl is already taken?
“Are you here with a boyfriend or a husband?” I swallow hard, not wanting to hear her answer, but knowing I need to hear it to put my lustful thoughts in check.
“No, no boyfriend or husband.” Her eyes soften, the surprise gone as a bright smile crosses her face.
“Girlfriend?” I blurt out needing to cover all my bases.
“No girlfriend either.” Her smile widens. “How about you? Do you have a girlfriend or a wife? Maybe a boyfriend?” A mischievous glimmer sparks in her eyes, and I know this woman is going to be trouble with a capital T.
“No, I don’t have any of those.” Her smile is infectious, and I find myself smiling—something I haven’t done in a long time. “Okay,” I clear my throat. “Now that we’ve settled that, let me grab my tools, and we’ll be on our way.”