Lost In The Mountains – Greene Mountain Boys Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath when I see her straight white teeth pressing into her plump pink lip.

Those sexy blue eyes are suddenly back on me and my legs feel a little weaker. “Your place?”

I nod.

“But you’re a stranger.”

“So are you.”

“Yeah, but you’re like three times my size! How can I know that you’re not going to… do anything?”

“We’re alone right now,” I say as I open my tattooed arms and look around. “I’m keeping my hands to myself. I promise it will be the same at my place.”

Until you beg me for it…

“Okay,” she says nervously. She climbs over the middle console into the passenger’s seat and I get another delicious view of her ass. God, she’s hot. “Oh wait! I should grab my purse. And my bags.”

“I’ll get them, princess.”

I take a deep breath as I head to her car, open the door, and grab her things. The smell of her perfume hits my nose and it makes me all lightheaded. I can’t believe I’m bringing this girl home.

I’ll have to be on my best behavior. It’s going to be a struggle to control myself.

I open her trunk, grab her three bags, and bring them all back to my truck.

“Thank you,” she says as I toss them onto the backseat.

Oh, Christ… Am I ready for this?

I close the door, look around at the gorgeous misty mountains, and take a deep breath.

Ready or not, she’s crashed into my life already.

She’s here. The girl of my dreams.

And I’m not going to blow my shot.

Chapter Three

Carrie

What’s more dangerous? Staying in a car that’s stuck on a steep mountain road in the middle of torrential rain? Walking down said mountain and risking a mountain lion attack? Or, getting into the truck of a mysterious mountain man and risking getting murdered?

They’re all equally risky, but at least the view is incredible with the one I choose.

This guy is like seriously hot. Who knew the mountains were hiding gorgeous men like him?

His light blue T-shirt is soaked and it’s clinging to his huge round shoulders. I can see the ink of his tattoos underneath the thin material. They continue down to his wrist and up to his neck.

With the size of his chest and the thickness of his arms, you’d think he was able to lift my car out of the mud with ease. He’s enormous.

But it’s not just his size and strength that are attractive. His face is stunning. He has a long brown beard that’s thick enough to house little animals in and looks soft enough to sink fingers in. His hair is shaved on the sides and long on top. It’s pulled back into a ponytail, which I normally hate, but I’m really digging on him.

It’s those eyes though… I shiver with the memory of him staring at me in the rain like he was falling in love. Those brown eyes were piercing my soul. They were gripping me and not letting me go.

“Are you still cold?” he asks as he turns up the heat.

“No,” I lie. “I’m okay.”

He leaves it on anyway, which I think is pretty sweet.

My eyes dart over to his sexy tattooed arms as he pulls his truck into reverse. His thick forearms flex with each movement, the rain droplets sliding down to his wrist before dripping off.

“Do you like… live out here?” I ask.

I’m picturing this guy wandering into the forest with only an axe and building himself a huge log cabin. He probably showers under a freezing cold waterfall, hunts elk with his bare hands, and wrestles grizzly bears for fun.

“On the east side of the mountain.”

His voice is so gruff and deep. I can tell he doesn’t ever use any extra words. Each sentence is the bare minimum.

I grip the door in a panic as he starts reversing down the steep road. The rain is still slamming into the windshield, making it impossible to see, but he’s maneuvring the truck with ease like it’s nothing more difficult than pulling out of a parking spot at Walmart.

The truck hits a bump and I gasp.

“It’s okay, princess,” he says softly. “I know every inch of these mountains.”

“Just because I’m from the city, doesn’t mean I’m a spoiled princess,” I say, getting annoyed that he keeps calling me that.

He stops the truck and looks at me with such intensity that it squeezes my core and yanks the breath out of my lungs. “It’s not an insult,” he says with sincerity in his voice. “I mean it in the highest regard.”

“Oh really, because where I come from, it’s not meant as a compliment.”

“Well, where I come from, it is. I look at you and I don’t see a regular woman. I see someone who belongs on a throne. Someone who deserves to be worshipped. Someone inspiring and stunning. A woman who deserves a royal guard protecting her.”



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