The Mountain Man's Mate(5)

"Wait, I'd really like to explore a bit," Jason quickly blurted while   racking his brain for a reason for his silence that didn't make him   sound like a horny idiot. "I was just trying to decide if I had anything   to wear."

"Wear those shorts. They'd be fine," Michel immediately answered.

That time, Jason knew he wasn't imagining the slight gruffness in   Michel's voice. It had a direct effect on Jason's cock, making it twitch   in said shorts.

"Uh, o-okay."

Michel rose and glanced around the table at the other men. "I'd best be   off. Thanks for supper." He paused and stared at Jason. "It's gonna  rain  tomorrow, but it'll pass by Wednesday. Be at me place about ten."

Jason nodded quickly, and Michel headed out. A couple seconds later, the   front door closing reached his ears, and Jason let out the breath he   hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Did he have a date? He wasn't   really sure.

"That'll be fun," Jared said, smirking.

Trying for nonchalance, Jason remarked, "I thought you liked running, too."

Jared laughed. "I do." He patted Carson on the shoulder. "Let's go. My dick's got plans to ream your ass tonight, stud."

Jason's brows shot up at the man's comment. Except Carson laughed and   responded, "At least one of your brains has a plan how to deal with   this." He lowered a hand under the table and somehow, Jason just knew   the broad-shouldered Native American was palming his crotch.

Raul shook his head as the pair rose and left.

Sean smirked and stated, "They're gonna have to learn to curb that when   Lily starts learning to talk. Can you imagine if she repeated something   like that in preschool?"

Lily squealed and banged her tray with one chubby fist, as if excited by the idea of creating a stir.

They all laughed.

While Sean gave Lily a bath, Jason helped his uncle clean the dining   room and kitchen. "How long have you and Sean been together?"

"Oooh, just over nine months."

"Really? How long have you known him?"

Raul paused, his brows creasing, as if he were doing mental   calculations. "Mmm, I met him in passing a couple months prior to that,   then he moved out here and moved in with me."

Jason scowled at his uncle. "You moved him in without getting to know him?"

His uncle shrugged. "We just knew. Love at first sight, I guess."

Jason wasn't so certain love at first sight existed, but he hoped it   worked out for his uncle. The two men did seem to fit well together,   even with the baby. "So, what happened to Lily's mother?"

"She died in childbirth," Raul replied softly.

"Oh." Well, damn, he'd put his foot in it that time, hadn't he? "I'm sorry."

Raul just smiled, dried the last dish, and put it away.



On one hand, Jason really appreciated Raul letting him use his truck. On   the other, he really, really hoped he didn't scratch the thing. Even   though it was four years old, it looked brand new and only had   twenty-seven thousand miles on it.

Heading into town the day before hadn't been very stressful, because   it'd been on paved roads. He'd put in three applications, two as waiters   and one as a pizza delivery boy. He really hoped to get one of the   waiter jobs.                       
       
           



       

Today, Jason bounced down a rutted road, swerving to avoid the worst of   the ruts and pot holes. Michel lives way out here? Why am I not   surprised? The guy screamed reclusive mountain man from the top of his   bushy-bearded head to the bottom of his hiking-boot clad feet.

Yeah, I fucking noticed his feet.

Jason could admit he had a bit of a foot fetish. He always, always kept   his toenails neatly pedicured and painted … normally with some neon  color.  Right now, neon green colored his toenails. When he had extra  money,  he'd pay others to get his feet moisturized, exfoliated, and get  cool  designs painted on his nails.

Hmm, is there a salon in Stone Ridge that does manis and pedis?

Jason knew he'd followed the directions correctly, but he double checked   them anyway. He squinted at his uncle's nasty scrawl, but felt certain   he made the correct turn. Peering through the trees wreathing the  narrow  track, Jason prayed he'd see a house soon.

Jason almost turned around after the first couple tree branches scraped   along the truck's side, but then they thinned out and a cabin appeared.   The small wood structure appeared to be in good repair, no broken   boards, windows, or even weeds clogging up the yard. Michel even planted   flowers in the window boxes. Jason hadn't known people still used   those.

Sliding from the cab of the truck, Jason grabbed a small backpack, which   held a couple of bottles of water and a few snacks. His knock on the   door received no answer. Frowning, Jason stepped off the porch and   looked around.

He glanced at his watch and realized he was around thirty minutes early.   Deciding it couldn't hurt to look around, thinking maybe Michel was  out  working on something or other out back. Maybe he was in the  workshop,  Jason decided, heading around the side of the cabin.

Upon reaching the back yard, the sight that greeted him took his breath   away. All the blood flowed from his head to his dick, making him   lightheaded enough to have to grab the porch railing. Sprawled across   the lawn, his dark-bronzed skin glistening as if he'd just heaved   himself out of the nearby pond, lay Michel … buck-ass nude.

For several seconds, Jason froze, uncertain if he should back away, wait   half an hour, and eventually return. Then he got over his shock and   looked his fill of the bronze god lying sprawled across the green   mountain grass.

Jason realized very quickly that Michel was big everywhere. He had broad   shoulders, thick ropes of muscles across his arms and legs   and-dayum!-his thighs had to be thicker around than both of Jason's   combined! And there wasn't a tan line on the man, so he must lay out   nude a lot.

Licking his lips, Jason knew he needed to make a decision about what to   do. Retreat or advance? That's when he focused on Michel's penis. When   he'd first swept his gaze over the man's thick bush, hadn't his cock   been flaccid? Now, his prick had thickened to what was probably   half-mast, but even that was huge.

"Ye gonna stand there and stare all day? Or are ye gonna join me?"   Michel's deep, lilting voice sounded across the space between them, and   Jason snapped his focus to the nude man's face. The lounging male had   one eyelid cracked open and he peered at him with one dark-chocolate   colored eye. "Hmm, those aren't the same shorts, but they're damn   similar. Ye got a whole drawer of those sexy shorts, sweetheart?"

Oh. Oh! Between Michel's words and how his dick now stood tall and proud   from his groin, there was no misreading the man's intensions. Michel   was attracted to Jason and had sex on the brain.

Jason's feet started moving before he'd even consciously decided to   approach the man. From the slowly spreading grin on Michel's face and   the heat filling his piercing brown eyes, Jason knew he was in for it.   He'd never actually gone all the way before, but even as inexperienced   as he was, he could tell what Michel wanted.

Um, maybe that's something I should tell him?

Except by then he stood next to Michel's thighs … his thick, bronze thighs   that led up to the heavy, engorged dick-oh, my God! He's uncut!-that   Jason really wanted to lick like a lollipop. How many licks …

He barely stifled a giggle.

"Hmm, I'm making ye nervous," Michel purred. It wasn't a question.

Jason wasn't certain what he'd done to tip Michel off, but yeah,   Michel's intensity definitely spiked his nerves … just like they had a   couple days before.

"I know just the thing to settle ye, Jason." Michel reached up and gripped his wrist. "Come down here and take a load off."

Allowing the other man to direct him, Jason slowly sank to his knees.   Michel guided him to straddle the other man's lap. Jason shivered when   he felt the wet head of Michel's dick slide across his upper thigh, and   he found himself with Michel's cock riding his crack while Michel  palmed  half his ass in one huge paw.                       
       
           



       

With the other hand, Michel gripped his nape and pulled his face   steadily closer. When their faces were inches apart, Michel paused and   murmured, "If ye don't want me to fuck ye soon, ye best tell me now, and   I'll let ye go."