Rocky Mountain Hero (To Love Again Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

Reached across him to throw her coat in an empty seat, being careful to rub her ample breasts across his chest. Feigned an eyelash in her eye that Tray had to help remove. Every move predictable, and none of them had worked. By the end of the movie, he had her hand firmly grasped in his – the only way to keep her from rubbing his thigh. Her head rested on his shoulder, and from time to time she would look up at him, flutter her lashes and whisper what a great time she was having.
    She didn’t know him. Didn’t care to know him. Just wanted to be seen with him. He was the guy in class that everyone wanted to date, and the more aloof he was, the less interest he showed, the more they clamored for his attention.
    After the movie, she insisted on going for a burger and shake at Peter’s drive-in. At the lookout, Tray held back on the obligatory make out session. Eva had other ideas.
    She kissed his neck, stroked his thigh, tried to place his hand inside her blouse. Teased him, taunted him, and unbuttoned her shirt until her breasts spilled out, magnificent in the shadows of the street lamp. Surrounded by cars filled with other students, Tray felt the pressure and cursed himself for getting into the situation. He had no interest in this girl nor she in him. He wasn’t interested in casual sex, and that was all she wanted.
    For reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t drive away. Part of him kept thinking it couldn’t get worse. But when Eva talked her way into unzipping his pants, reached gingerly into his briefs and said “Ooooh, what do you have here for me?”… it got a lot worse. Eva’s eyes widened as her hand groped for the expected hard-on. Her fingers brushed his flaccid penis, and she started to stroke, then pump. The final straw came when she licked her lips and started to dive for his groin.
    To say she was insulted was an understatement. No one had refused her before. Months later, he still was the talk of the class. Couldn’t get it up. With Eva. Refused oral sex. His classmates thought he was gay.
    He didn’t care what they thought. But he had wondered why he couldn’t perform with her. He was as red-blooded as the next guy. He didn’t have a lot of experience with sex, but he had enough experience with being excited. He was capable of a hard-on. He’d proven that, and had learned to take care of his own needs.
    In the end, he had to believe that it was Eva. She was not his type. She was a flake. All costume, no substance. If only it was that simple. He’d experienced the same problem with other girls. So he’d decided that the problem was the girls. He needed to be with a woman, a woman who had the patience and gentleness to teach him to be a good lover.
    With the girls’ laughter still ringing in his ears, his thoughts turned to Isabel. She was a woman of substance. From the get go he’d had no problem with her. He’d not only gotten and maintained an erection with her, but it seemed a constant state of affairs when he was around her. Or even thinking of her.
    Yesterday, on the long drive home, he’d been aroused in spite of his feelings of failure. Just having Isabel sitting on the other side of the Jeep was enough to send him off, the upturn of her nose, the way the light bounced off her copper hair. She’d been sweet, hadn’t blamed him for anything. Her easy acceptance and non-judgement had filled his heart. Yet he held himself responsible for the fiasco. He should have checked the weather before taking her up to that ridge.
    His years in the bush and in the mountains had kept them safe, but if he hadn’t been swept away by her and wanted to show her the best of everything, he wouldn’t have taken any chances. Now he wasn’t sure if he’d have the opportunity to see her again.
    They’d been quiet on the drive home and she hadn’t expressed any interest in getting together again. When he suggested it, she’d only said she was too tired to think. He’d been tired, too, but once