Mountain Man Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Quickly realizing I was ogling the man, my eyes jerked up from where they'd been taking a leisurely stroll over the bulge beneath his jeans. However, I suddenly found myself sucking in a harsh breath, and taking a small step back when the man under my perusal murmured sarcastically, "So… This is your bitch, Rook?"

CHAPTER 91: Extraction Point Third person’s POV The smell of smoke lingered in the air. The sharp, icy wind howling across the mountaintop, sweeping almost gracefully past a man as he stood on the rocky ledge of the high mountain. His long, dark hair, streaked with fiery red, danced in the gusts of wind, a striking contrast to his cold, stoic demeanour as he watched the chaos below.

“I really didn’t mean to intrude.” “You’d have died out there tonight. Storm’s not letting up.” He dropped down onto the couch across from me, elbows on his knees, watching me sip. “You a reader?” He nodded at the book I’d instinctively pulled from my bag,a worn paperback romance I’d been using to escape my own mess. “Yeah. Bookworm,I guess.” I gave a weak laugh. “Not exactly built for mountain adventures.” His mouth quirked,the tiniest smile. “Nothing wrong with quiet. The World’s loud enough.” His gaze held mine a beat too long. I looked away first, cheeks heating up.

He fucked me slow and tender at first, then hard and demanding, like the mountain man he was. Weeks of primal survival sex had turned into something deeper. The reclusive lumberjack had saved my life. And I had brought heat back into his. The city could wait. For now, the mountain cabin was exactly where I belonged.

Our fingers laced, and he followed me like a lost puppy. “I will never let you leave me,” he growled behind my ear, a little too serious for comfort. I ignored the sweet shiver his possessiveness ignited, slowing to a stop in front of Juliana, who swayed in the hold of a sharp-suited man. She leaned into the man’s arms with her back to me, her arms crossed high around his neck for the height difference between them. His blond hair brushed her ear, his face buried in the crook of her neck. His hands massaged her ass crassly under the guise of holding her waist and dancing to the tune blaring in the hall.

"Do you know what attracted me to you when I first saw you, Your wealth, Melinda. Your wealth attracted me to you. I knew I could get a fortune out of you that was why I seduced you into marriage. To be sincere, I don't think there will be any man in his right senses that will ever fall in love with you because you are as ugly as hell. How will you satisfy him in bed when you are not even good at it? With you, I'm impotent but with other women, I'm not. The problem is you, Melinda. You are a mistake. Nobody wants an ugly woman. we only want your mo...... "Enough!" Mel shouted before he could complete his sentence. Tears were already rolling down her cheeks. "Get out of my house... Leave.!!!"

When my eyesight came to, the first thing I set my eyes on was the mountain covered in a light coat of snow and the stores lining ahead of me. The sight was picture perfect and it felt like I was walking in a fantasy. A huge smile spread across my face as I turned to look up at the strange man who was so familiar within my dreams, "is this Switzerland?" I asked him with a smile so bright that if we had been in the dark, it would have lit up the place. He looked down at me, his head unlike mine was uncovered and he seemed unbothered by the cold. His body was strangely so warm that just from me holding his arm, I felt warm from head to toe.

"Everyone I ever had before figured out how to walk away. You'd follow me into a burning building. That's deeply unhinged and I find it very attractive." The second laugh caught me more off guard than the first. He always managed to find the loose thread in whatever I had wound too tight and pulled until the whole thing relaxed. "I'm coming back to that mountain with you, Jace. That isn't a question. It stopped being a question a long time ago. Whatever we have up there that belongs to both of us." Maybe the sensible thing was something different. There were still gaps, still things we hadn't answered about the accident and the illness had proven we weren't immune to the world's interrupti

CHAPTER 47 POV: Mia The mountain was the first thing. She saw it through the plane window as they descended, massive and flat-topped and entirely itself, sitting above the city with the specific authority of something that had been there long before the city and would be there long after. She put her hand on his arm. He looked at the window. Then at her face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “It’s bigger than I imagined,” she said. “It always is,” he said. “Every time I come back.” He looked at the mountain. “You forget the scale of it between visits. Then you see it and you think right. That’s what I was trying to remember.”

The man studies her before he speaks. She couldn't see the mountain of a man standing in front of her. She couldn't see the naked man with rippled muscles, silky black hair and a roman nose who is also spotting an eight pack abs. The man furrows his eyebrows in turmoil before his deep voice resounds in her ears. "Shift", he says. Holy shit, his voice is so hot and sexy and hot and cu-, she thinks to herself. The scent of chocolate was sweeter making her salivate yet his fresh morning smell calms her down.