Hero: Hank Smith. Recluse lumberjack cabin dweller. Almost a virgin. Lonely.
Heroine: Birdie. Lonely librarian. Goes for a hike in hopes to meet people. Stranded in a blizzard and a mountain man carries her to warmth and safety.
I gripped myself harder, stroked faster…
Something touched my arm. I jolted, my eyes shooting up to hers. They were wide, on me.
I started to yank my hand out of my long johns, but her grip tightened around my arm and she shook her head.
Her hand slid over my wrist, down to just above the waistband of my thermals. “Don’t stop, Hank.”
It should be impossible, but having her eyes on me mae me even harder.
“Please,” she said.
My fingers spasmed around my cock and I groaned. “No…I–”
“Please,” she said again, moving closer.
Oh God. Another groan rumbled past my lips and there was no way I could stop from dragging my fist down my length and back after hearing her soft plea. My whole body shuddered harder than before with her watching me. My gaze stayed on her face as I stroked myself. Her eyes were still wide and she bit her lip, licking and sucking it. I was helpless to do anything else. Then she slid her hand lower, over mine, inside my long johns.
“Let me?” she rasped in a way that sent tingles across my scalp.
Another shudder moved through me, and without my say-so, my legs spread, giving her more room. My own hand gave way, slipping free to allow for hers.
Her soft, warm fingers wrapped around me and she gasped. “You’re so hard, Hank.”
This is a 100 page novella, that is pretty wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Insta love/lust but with a wood-chopping, long john wearing, almost virgin hero – it’s fun.