Savage Daddy (Mountain Men #3) - Jason Collins Page 0,2

father.”

“What else is new?” I smiled before I nodded down the hall. “Should we keep going? Not to rush you or anything, I’d just like to set down my stuff.”

“Oh. Right.” Austin let out a small laugh, his footsteps starting to head down the hall again. “Let’s get you all set up.”

I didn’t know how long I’d been standing in the shower.

Warm water trickled down my skin as the fog of it all filtered up through the curtains and caused droplets to form on the ceiling.

I’d been having more and more moments like this lately, ones where time just sort of seemed to pass as I found myself underneath a shower or relaxing into the warmth of a bath or lying down on my bed without being able to catch a wink of sleep.

It was like I was daydreaming about a different life, my mind too preoccupied with the possibility of how things could’ve been or maybe even still had the chance to be.

As I stared up at the showerhead, fresh soap lingering at my fingertips, I couldn’t stop thinking about Austin Williams.

Which was strange, because when I’d first stepped into the shower, I would’ve sworn that I’d been fantasizing about the usual, unnamed woman I found myself fantasizing about in my free time. She was always wearing a ruby red dress, and her dark hair fell around her head like a crown, like she was the queen of some faraway place, in another time, in another world.

She was beautiful.

But she was no match for Austin. And when it was time for her to lead me to the bedroom, when it was time for her to wrap her lips around my cock, all I could picture was Austin’s mouth, his lips closing around my shaft as I closed my eyes.

And as I gently began to stroke myself, leaning back against one of the shower’s walls, I continued to think about Austin’s mouth, Austin’s hands, Austin’s eyes. I thought about him sucking me off, just enough to get me hard. And then, I thought about him slowly stripping down for me, seductively taking off his clothes as they fell to the floor below.

When he was finally free from all his clothing, he would’ve asked me if I was ready, he would’ve asked me to be gentle, too, as he bent over for me on the bed, resting on his hands and knees. Without words, he was inviting me to be inside him, clearly waiting for me to make the first move.

And before I knew it, I was inside him, thrusting against him until I finished deep inside his ass, until I’d absolutely had my fill.

When all was said and done, I pulled my hand away from my cock, now sticky with my own come, cleaned up, and finally turned off the shower.

It was just a harmless fantasy.

That’s what I told myself at least as I stepped out of the shower, as I tried to not think about the fact that I’d just gotten myself off to the thought of Austin Williams, even though before I’d met him, I’d been pretty damn sure that I was straight, all the way through.

As my hand reached for a nearby towel, I decided to stick with the harmless fantasy line of logic, no longer interested in psychoanalyzing myself or my unique attraction to one man. Besides, it wasn’t a huge deal. For all I knew, Austin was much straighter than I apparently was, and would have zero interest in exploring his sexuality with me.

And that meant the scenario I’d just dreamt up in the shower was already dead on arrival, and nothing more than a harmless fantasy after all.

2

Austin

“Jack Timms!” Iris shouted her greeting from across the dining room table. “I haven’t seen you in so long! It feels like it’s been eons in this life and so much longer in the next.”

Jack had just walked in and sat down at the table, his energy surprisingly calm for someone I thought might’ve been more nervous about joining the family for dinner, especially since he seemed to be the only person I’d met so far who both knew my father and seemed to have a positive opinion of him.

Though I didn’t know much about Jack, I had a feeling that he was familiar with walking into uncomfortable situations. Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if that was somehow part of his everyday career, his calmness almost seeming professional, as if he regularly put himself in this