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Found In The Mountains
Greene Mountain Boys
Olivia T. Turner
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Contents
Copyright
Found In The Mountains
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
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Found In The Mountains
My younger sister is getting married to a hot mountain man and I’m feeling a little lost.
We’re in Greene Mountain, Montana for the wedding and it’s making me realize it’s time for a change.
It’s time to get my stagnant life in order.
It’s time to be more adventurous.
But when I get hopelessly lost in the woods after the wedding, I realize that my desire for adventure might have been a bit too ambitious.
Luckily, my own hot mountain man is on the way.
Park Ranger Noah Wright.
He finds me.
In more ways than one.
And I realize, my adventure is only beginning.
Megan arrives in Montana to celebrate her sister’s new love, but her own love affair is waiting for her in a big burly tattooed package.
Insta-love at its finest with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!
To Steven,
We were incredible together.
But incredible was not good enough for you.
And now you’re all alone and everyone hates you.
I win.
Chapter One
Megan
“Don’t they look beautiful?” Richard, a friend of the family says as we watch my youngest sister dancing with her groom for the first time as husband and wife. Ashley came to Greene Mountain on vacation and returned with a lot more than a cheap refrigerator magnet and a mountain-themed bottle opener. She came back with a gorgeous mountain man named Dylan.
“Yeah,” I say with a happy smile. “I’ve never seen Ashley look so happy.”
Her favorite song is playing, Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys, as they dance around with all of the women’s eyes drawn to Dylan’s swaying hips.
“Maybe there’s a hot man hiding in these mountains for you,” Richard whispers with a grin.
I let out a deflated laugh and then take a long sip of wine. I feel like there’s a weight in my chest as I look around the room at all of the happy couples.
I’m twenty-six and my life is not going as planned. I’m still living with my parents in New Jersey because house prices are insane and it’s taking me longer than I thought to save up for a downpayment. The way I’m going, I’ll be able to get a sad little one-bedroom condo in the year 2098.
I’m a real estate agent, so I should be benefitting from these crazy house prices, but I haven’t sold a place in two years. I got lucky and sold a house on my first ever showing with my first ever client. I thought it was a sign of fortunes to come. I thought I was going to be killing it.
Nope. Crickets.
Where I live and work, there are more real estate agents than houses on the market. It’s brutal.
Most days, I sit in the office beside a phone that never rings and look at houses online that I’ll never be able to afford. I should probably make a career change. I should probably make a lot of changes.
“Awww,” everyone says as Dylan spins Ashley and then dips her over his knee. He leans down with pure love in his dark brown eyes and kisses my sister on the lips as the song ends.
My heart aches as I watch them. I want a love like that. I want a man to look at me the way Dylan looks at my sister.
My eyes begin to water as the crowd claps their hands and cheers.
If you think my career is going bad, wait until you hear about my love life. It’s horrific. One bad Tinder date after another.
My last date was with a sleazy guy who smelled like garlic so much you’d swear he was trying to ward off vampires. I was so annoyed after he skipped out and left me with the bill that I threw my phone into a fountain on the way home in frustration. When I realized I couldn’t afford a new one, I panicked and waded into the fountain to get it while a couple of people watched and filmed it.
I was afraid the video was going to go viral, so I looked it up on YouTube. After searching for an hour or so, I found it. The caption they wrote was: Pathetic weirdo throws phone in fountain and then fishes it out. Seventeen views. Even my breakdowns aren’t interesting enough for people to take notice.
But this day is not about me. It’s my sister’s wedding and I’m not about to turn it into a pity party. We’re in the gorgeous mountains of Montana, I’m surrounded by family and friends, we have this entire spectacular lodge to ourselves, and my amazing sister is marrying the man of her dreams. I couldn’t be happier. Well, I could, but you know what I mean.
I slap a big smile on my face, grab Richard with one hand and my aunt with the other, and pull them both onto the dance floor as the DJ puts on Red, Red, Wine.
Guests flow all around us, dancing and singing with the bride and groom. Ashley dances over.
“I would never have met Dylan if it wasn’t for you,” she whispers in my ear. I’m the one who convinced her to come here on vacation when she was feeling down. “Thank you for coming all the way here and being my maid of honor. You’ve always been the best sister. I love you.”
My stomach sinks as she hugs me. No more negative thoughts. Just good vibes for the rest of the night and for the next four days that I’m here.
“I love you too, sis,” I say as I hug her back. “Now, let’s rock out with our cock out!”
She laughs as we start dancing like we used to as teenagers in our rooms.
It’s a hell of a party. Dinner flies by and my speech goes surprisingly well.
The groom’s brother, Owen, owns this amazing lodge and was nice enough to let everyone stay here free of charge for five days. We have the place to ourselves, which means no one is driving, which means the drinks are flowing and everyone is having a great time.
I’m dancing with Richard, Justin, and some other family friends when No Diggity comes on.
“Oh shit!” I shout as my favorite beat booms through the speakers. Adrenaline surges through me. I fucking love this song!
I start putting on a show, rapping and dancing in the middle of the dance floor. My friends and family surround me, dancing and cheering me on.
I feel weightless and free as I lose all inhibition and let it all out. I’m a queen. I’m a rap goddess. I’m rapping and dancing as the place goes wild.
I’m in the zone, until I see him…
My body just stops. Stops moving, stops rapping, stops everything.
I just stand there staring in awe as the crowd moves around me, oblivious to the life-changing event passing between me and this gorgeous man.
He’s at the door watching me.
Those eyes…
They’re mesmerizing. They’re hypnotic. They’re changing everything.
Time stops. I can’t even hear the blaring music. My mind is fixated on him and only him.
It’s like we’re the only two people in the room. The only two people on the planet.
He’s the most alluring, beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
And he hasn’t stopped staring at me.
He’s not a guest at the wedding, I would have noticed him before now. And I can tell he’s not from New Jersey like my family and friends. This guy has mountain man written all over him.
He’s enormous with big broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos. Is he some kind of park ranger?
I look him over in his dark green pants and light beige shirt that’s stretched tight over his massive chest. His short sleeves are squeezing his biceps in a way that’s making my heart beat insanely fast. This man is no dorky park ranger. With those hot muscles, sexy tattoos, and with the deep sensual look in his eyes, I’m certain he’s the sexiest park ranger on the planet. He just may be the sexiest man who’s ever existed.
I swallow hard as I drag my eyes back up to his face. Justin is a little drunk and dancing hard beside me. He bumps into me, but I never take my eyes off the tall dark stranger.
That long brown hair and thick brown beard look so soft. I just want to bury my hands in his hair. I want to feel that sexy beard between my legs, tickling my inner thighs. I want it. I need it.
My body aches as our eyes connect once again. My who
“Bouquet time!” Ashley shouts as she grabs my arm.
“What? No!” I gasp as she begins pulling me to the side of the dance floor. The bar blocks my view of him and I nearly scream out in frustration.
“All the single ladies report to the dance floor,” the DJ says into the microphone.
There are only a small number of us, about ten, and they’re all linking arms.
No…
Ashley’s high school friend links my left arm and one of Dylan’s cousins links my other arm. I’m trapped.
Panic rises in my chest as I try to get another glimpse of him but can’t.
“Who wants to be the next to get hitched?” the DJ asks as Ashley dances around, swinging the bouquet over her head.
The whole place is watching. My sister is about to throw the bouquet and I’m the maid of honor. I can’t exactly run off to hit on some random stranger no matter how badly I want to.
I have one eye on my sister and one on trying to find Park Ranger Hottie as the DJ tells us to get ready.
“Three, two…”
Where is he?
“One!”
My eyes are desperately searching the room when my sister’s bouquet hits me in the chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around it and look up in shock as the whole room cheers.
Everyone is staring at me while clapping and hollering.
My cheeks burn red as my sister skips over with a big smile on her face.
“Looks like you’ll be the next one to fall.”
I swallow hard as I look down at the flowers.
I wouldn’t mind that so much.
If I get to fall into that gorgeous mountain man’s arms.
Chapter Two
Megan
“That’s my horse?” I ask with a gulp as I look at the big brown wiry creature. His head is up and he keeps looking around with wide fired-up eyes like he’s even more unsure of this than I am.
“Oh, you’re going to love Thunderbolt,” Carrie, the co-owner of the Greene Mountain Stables says. She opens the gate to the paddock and tries to get him, but the horse takes off in a full sprint. She turns around with a nervous laugh.
“Maybe I’ll just wait on the bus,” I say as my stomach does a weird flippy thing. “He doesn’t look too into it.”
“Thunderbolt loves people,” she says as she tries to chase after him.
He doesn’t look like he loves people. He looks like he’s wishing we all went extinct.
I was up too late partying last night and I woke up with a wicked hangover. I spent the whole day with my exhausted nauseous ass in bed, so I’m the last one to arrive at the group activity of horseback riding through the mountains. I missed the shuttle bus and had to take a cab.
Thunderbolt was the last horse left for obvious reasons.
“It’s okay,” I call out to Carrie as she slips in the mud while desperately trying to corral the horse who wants nothing to do with her. “It looks like it’s going to rain anyway.”
It’s late in the afternoon and the sky is a horror show of dark rain clouds. It looks like it’s going to open up and rain down Armageddon on all of us at any second.
“I checked the weather,” Carrie says as she sprints after the horse through the mud with a forced smile on her face, “it’s not supposed to rain.”
“Have you checked the sky?” I mutter to myself.
I turn and look at my group. About a dozen people from the wedding signed up for the activity and they’re all watching atop their nice calm horses.
My sister Ashley is probably wrapped up in bed right now enjoying her new groom Dylan. I wish I was doing the same. Perhaps with that gorgeous Park Ranger from last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.
Carrie stops in the middle of the muddy paddock and forces out a laugh as Thunderbolt hurries away from her. The giant horse’s back is all tense and he’s looking like he’s ready to bolt at any second.
“Why is he named Thunderbolt?” Richard asks from atop his very well-behaved patient horse.
“I’m not sure,” Carrie says as she puts her hands on her hips. She’s trying to catch her breath from all that effort. “Tyler would know.”
“Tyler?” I ask.
All of my group takes in a collective gulp of air as they stare behind me in shock. I turn and watch as a giant man with a long brown beard and intense brown eyes comes walking over. He’s got big tattooed arms and looks like he was spawned out of these mountains. He heads into the paddock, kisses Carrie on the lips, and then calmly walks over to the horse.
The horse doesn’t move when he comes over. Even other species seem to recognize and respect his dominant nature.
He takes the reins and walks the horse over to me.
“He’s all yours,” he says in a deep voice.
“Great,” I say as I nervously try to get on. He helps me up and I immediately regret it. This feels like I’m sitting on a missile that’s loaded up and ready to fire.
“Okay!” Carrie says with red cheeks and a flustered smile. “Who’s ready to go explore those mountains?”
We head out along the trail and I can’t focus on anything except staying on this horse. The spectacular mountainous views, the wildlife, the blooming flowers, the tall towering Aspen trees—they all get ignored as I cling to Thunderbolt’s tense back while gripping the reins like we’re about to jump over a river of lava.
The other newlyweds, Justin and Richard, are ahead of me on their gentle laid-back horses. “Did you see that guy’s arms?” Justin whispers to him. “I wonder if he intermittent fasts?”
“Nah, he’s just a real man,” Richard answers. “Those muscles are honed from the mountains, not from the gym.”
They start arguing about it and my mind goes back to that park ranger from last night. Were those muscles honed in the mountains as well? They certainly looked like it.
The guide, Carrie, is pointing out birds but it sounds like she’s making up half of them. “That’s a yellow peekacoo,” she says as she points at one in a tree. It darts off when the rain starts coming down.
It’s light at first, but pretty soon, it opens up.
Thunderbolt tenses even more.
“Anyone want to trade horses?” I ask as I nervously squeeze my thighs around his slick back.
No one answers. No one even turns around.
Something is going on with this horse. He keeps whipping his head around and making these strange noises. His eyes are big and buggy like he forgot to take his Xanax and is about to have a nervous breakdown.
“Anyone?” I ask.
The clouds get darker and Thunderbolt starts trying to get off the trail.
“Whoa!” I gasp as he heads for a steep drop. I yank the reins, desperately pulling him the other way with all I got. He makes a sound which I can only imagine is horse for ‘fuck you.’
“Are you okay?” Richard asks as he looks at me over his shoulder.
“Carrie!” I shout. “I need help!”
She’s busy fighting with the hood on her rain jacket, trying to get it over her head. “What?”
“This horse doesn’t look very—“
A bright flash of lighting slices the dark sky and a deep booming crack of thunder quickly follows. I feel it in my chest. It’s deafening.
Thunderbolt snaps. Full horsey meltdown.
I scream as the missile fires. He takes off in a full reckless uncontrolled sprint down the steep incline.
“What the fuck!!!” I scream as I white knuckle the reins while this crazy fuck of a horse rockets forward like his tail is on fire. My ass is bouncing off the wet slippery saddle as stinging rain pummels my face. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. All I can do is hold on and pray that he doesn’t launch me off and send me rolling down this mountain, breaking every bone on the way down.
