Page 49 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

Iwoke up alone, disappointed that I didn’t have a nipple or a cock to suck on.

And holy shit, wasn’t that a revelation?

I wondered what would’ve happened if I hadn’t met Monica right after my brief dalliance with the rugby guy. Would I have tried it again with another guy? Would it have been better? Would it have been anything like what Beau showed me last night?

I doubted it.

Beau didn’t just disappear without a trace, though. He left a carefully folded note on my pillow.

Hey Beautiful,

Last night was one of the most special nights of my life. I hope we get to do what we talked about. See you at breakfast.

Your cowboy,

Beau.

I tucked his note into my suitcase, under the carefully folded preppy clothes that I’d basically abandoned.

Which is to say that last night felt a little …dangerous.

Of course, Beau had left early. River was in a precarious spot and finding us in bed would not have gone over well. While I wasgrateful that I didn’t have to explain an overnight visitor, I hated waking up alone.

That wasn’t totally accurate, though.

I hated waking up withoutBeau.

Scenes from last night flashed in my mind, the things he promised to do to me…

I was instantly hard.

Widening my legs, I spit into my foreskin, playing it over my cock head, imagining it. Reminded of his mouth, his wonderful tongue at my hole. So dirty and perfect. The filthy, wet sound of it, I could hear it even above the shower. Everything about the man turned me on. His sensitive nipples, his furry chest, his muscly thighs, his thick cock.

One hand on my shaft, the other swirling around my used hole, rewinding every cum-stumbling, orgasmic moment.

I couldn’t explain why I was so comfortable with Beau. Why I had no issue at all with the fact that a man had made me come several times last night. Why the thought of him made me want to grab some lube and finger-fuck my own ass. See if I could find that intense spot and make myself come as hard as he had.

Impossible, probably, but a boy could dream.

Hell, if I lived in Denver instead of Chicago, I would jump feet first into seeing where this thing with him could go. I’d certainly let him give me as many orgasms as he was willing to part with. Unfortunately, I had my entire life and business in Chicago. He had his life here.

And suddenly, I wasn’t so hard anymore.

I gave myself a few more strokes, tugging my foreskin over the head, trying to get the feeling back, but I’d gone soft. I let my cock flop down against my balls and tried to remember that I was on vacation. That this was just a bit of well-deserved adult fun.

Ugh.

I slipped into a pair of fresh boxers and one of my new T-shirts and decided to get the day started. A quick scan of my room and the living room told me we’d done a good job making sure we’d left no evidence of our multi-orgasmic experience.

Not sure why the lack of proof made me melancholy.

As I got the coffee going, the front door to the cabin swung open, and my son stepped inside.

“Morning, son.”

“Morning, Dad.”

“You’re good?” I asked, pulling down two mugs from the cabinet.