Page 20 of Mountain Delights (Wild Mountain Men 2)
She stiffened at that and tried to tug her hand away. Her blush told me she was equally parts embarrassed and angry.
âHang on, donât pull away,â I added, ensuring she didnât think it was a one-time thing. Fuck, no. Lucas gave me a death glare. I sighed, knowing I had to stop being so fucking blunt. âI want you here. With us. Me. This has been hot as fuck. Fun. Donât doubt that for a second. But if you have to go to the Springs, wherever the fuck that is, you should go. Weâll be here waiting for you.â I winked. âDicks hard and ready for more.â
That pulled a smile from her.
âCyâs being an asshole, like usual,â Lucas said, leaning in and kissing the top of her head.
I wasnât being an asshole, I was being the responsible one. I was all for fucking her brains out twenty-four/seven, but I had a feeling she was going to need some kind of challenge out of her life, besides me pushing her boundaries.
If sheâd won championships, her drive to win wasnât like the average personâs. She couldnât be as successful as she was without a challenge, a goal to achieve, whether it be one race or an entire season. I wouldnât let her slack off when it was clear racing was her life. I wouldnât get in her way either.
Besides, I wasnât the greatest of catches. Sheâd have her fun with us, check off the threesome thing from her bucket list and move on. Iâd just enjoy itâand herâwhile it lasted.
âIâm scheduled to take a group of vets out,â Lucas said, then looked to Hailey. âJust overnight. No matter how much I want to be in bed with you⦠hell, to stay in bed with you twenty-four/seven, people are counting on me. While Iâm gone, maybe Cy can say something that doesnât piss you off.â
âI can think of ways to keep her busy,â I offered. On her knees. On all fours. Spread out on my kitchen table.
She squirmed in the booth, and I couldnât help but grin.
âIâve liked your inventiveness so far. I told Mark a week, so heâs coming here so we can head to training together.â She glanced at me, lifted one shoulder in a vague shrug. âHeâs counting on me,â she said. âBut thatâs because if I retire, he has no paycheck. I donât want to ski for him, I want to ski for me.â
Retire at⦠what, twenty-six? Twenty-seven? No wonder she was having a tough time. When most people were just getting settled into a career, hers had the chance of being over.
The waitress brought a huge bowl full of spicy wings, three plates and a pile of napkins. I wasnât rich like Lucas. I wasnât born with a silver spoon in my mouth or even in the kitchen drawer. My mom worked two fucking jobs to keep all of us fed and clothed after my father bailed. My grandparents had died first, then Mom when I was eighteen and Iâd been left the ranch. I wasnât flush with cash, but I was land rich. Every acre was mine. I had prime property, solid water rights and acreage that backed up to the National Forest. Iâd had offers for millions, but I refused them all. Always would. While the ranch took a shit ton of work, I also helped Lucas with his non-profit. Helped with some trips, especially ones that used my horses.
As for Hailey, I had to guess she had money. Champion ski racers had big sponsors and they had big pockets. Hell, she might even be on a box of Wheaties.
âThen do that. Ski for yourself, which is the reason I thought you did it. If thatâs not the case, fuck your coach. Whatâs his name again?â
âMark Bastion.â
âMarkâs problems are not your problems. Heâs a grown ass man. Go ski the shit out of a mountain if thatâs what you want.â
She grinned then. âSki the shit out of a mountain?â
âYou know what I mean,â I replied.
âOkay, well, no snow out there yet. Iâve got a week to meet up with Mark and get back to pre-season practice,â she continued, picking up a carrot stick and dunking it in the blue cheese dressing. âUntil then, I want to be with you and not think.â
I grinned, picked up a wing. Not think? I could get her to forget her own fucking name. âThat can be arranged. While Lucas is off on his backcountry trip, you and I can get to know each other. In bed and out. And I promise, sweetheart, Iâll make you forget everything but my dick.â
8
HAILEY
We spent the night at Lucasâ house, mainly because it was closest to the bar. None of us were big drinkers, but a few of their friends had shown upâfortunately, no one had mentioned anything about Cyâs dad or Erinâand weâd stayed pretty late. By the time we got through Lucasâ front door, they were all over me, as if we hadnât had sex earlier at the ranch.
Twice.
Cy had woken early to return to the ranch for chores. While heâd said he had two people helping him with the cattle business and a few people who boarded their horses in his stable, he still had work to do. Animals needed tending no matter how sex weary one was.
; Lucas and I hadnât slept much later, specifically because he was going on his overnight and wanted to get me off one more time before he left. A morning quickie.
A good way to wake up was with his head between my thighs, the rasp of his morning stubble brushing against my tender skin.
Of course, Iâd reciprocated before getting dressed and driving him to the non-profitâs office, a warehouse on the outskirts of town, to pick up the company van and stock the equipment needed for his trip.