Man Of The Mountain Ch 02

*Sorry it took so long for me to update this story. My laptop broke a while ago and I was just recently able to purchase a new one. Anyways here's part two. I have plans to continue this series. I am also working on other interracial period pieces as well. Still looking for an editor so if anyone is interested just send a message to the email through my profile.*

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Maison

She was so beautiful laying there with the first of the morning light shining on her dark face. Maison knew that he should be getting ready to feed his animals and tend to his traps but all of that would have to wait. He wanted to be there when Beatrice awoke. Maison traced his index finger along her face as if trying to commit every feature to memory. Beatrice eyelids began to flutter and when she opened them all the way her large brown eyes settled on Maison. She smiled up at him and Maison could swear that his heart expanded in his chest at the site of it.

"Good morning darling." He said before kissing her.

Beatrice returned his kiss and Maison's manhood grew erect. He slid on top of Beatrice and she opened her legs to give him access. His seed was still in her from last night and that made it easier for him to enter her. A soft moan came from her lips when he reached down to touch her nub. Maison made sure to go slow, wanting to savor this experience. He moved his mouth from hers and put one of her breasts in his mouth. Beatrice gasped when he began flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She came then, soaking Maison and the sheets beneath them. Maison followed her soon after. His body shook from the force of it. So many years of pent up sexual tension. He kissed Beatrice once more before turning on his back. The sun was fully up now and as much as Maison wanted to remain in the bed next to her he knew that he had to get up and tend to his chores. He groaned and threw the furs off of him. Beatrice grabbed his hand as he stood up and began putting his long johns on. He turned to smile down at her.

"Come back to bed." She tried coaxing him with a seductive smile.

"As appealing as that sounds I have to tend to the animals. Dancer is probably stomping around right now wondering why her feed is late. I'll be back soon, promise."

Maison bent down and kissed her one last time before he finished getting dressed. It had snowed during the night and Maison had to shovel a path to the barn and then the outhouse. Once inside the barn Dancer began snorting and bobbing her head communicating her distaste at Maison's tardiness. When Maison approached her with the bucket she tried nipping at his collar.

"I'm sorry, I got a little distracted." He said trying to calm her.

Maison petted her snout and whispered to her until she'd calmed down more. He gave her the bucket and while she munched he fed the goat and chickens. He then milked the goat and collected eggs for breakfast. He did all of this quickly as he did not want to be away from Beatrice for very long.

Beatrice

Beatrice lay there listening to Maison shoveling, enjoying the warmth coming from the stove. She would have been content to remain there until Maison came back inside but she had to go pee and her stomach was rumbling from hunger. She got up from the bed and slipped her nightgown over her head before slipping on her coat and boots. She heard Maison trying to console Dancer in the barn and chuckled to herself before walking to the outhouse. After she was finished she walked back to the cabin and put water on the stove to heat. Beatrice gathered the soiled sheets from the bed so that she could wash them tomorrow. When the water finished boiling she poured half of it into the wash basin and used it to clean herself up before getting dressed.

Before coming out west Beatrice couldn't have imagined adjusting so easily to domestic life. From the moment she was born until the moment she left home Beatrice never needed to lift a finger. She was used to having maids, cooks, governesses, and chauffeurs tend to her. She had never emptied her own chamber pot, fixed a bed, or cooked a meal. Her mother had trained her to manage the affairs of a household but never actually work within one.

She didn't dislike this type of work though. On the contrary, it made her feel useful and independant. She no longer needed a servant in order to meet her basic needs and providing a nice home for Maison made her happy. She began grounding beans for coffee as Maison came in with a basket of fresh eggs and a bucket of goats milk. He put them down on the table before coming over and putting hands around Beatrice's waist.

Beatrice leaned back against him as he nuzzled his face into her neck. Maison planted soft kisses from her collarbone to her earlobe sending tingles along her body.

"Maison stop!" she giggled. "That tickles."

Maison didn't stop instead he moved his hand up towards her breasts.

"How about we finish what we started this morning." He whispered in a sultry voice that sent shivers down Beatrice's spine.

Beatrice was about to protest but Maison had somehow managed to unbutton her dress and slip his hand under her chemise. Suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore and all she could think about was tearing off her dress and letting Maison devour her breasts.

They headed towards the bed not caring that it was bare. Beatrice was on her back and Maison took her boots off. He was in the process of taking off her undergarments when a loud war cry pierced the air. Beatrice's blood ran cold. Could the braves have tracked her all the way to Maison's cabin after so many weeks?

"Get under the bed and don't come out until I tell you to." Maison demanded.

Beatrice heard him say this but for the life of her she could not move. Fear had frozen her. She thought of all the morbid things they would do to her and Maison once they managed to get inside the cabin. There was another cry and then a bang on the door. Maison grabbed Beatrice's arm and shoved her under the bed before grabbing his rifle and pistol.

Maison

From the sound of it there was only one person outside the door. This made Maison feel a little more relieved since he couldn't depend on Beatrice to help him out. The fear he had seen in her eyes sent him into protective mode. Whoever this person was would be begging for death by the time Maison was done with him. Maison positioned himself in front of the window and drew back the curtain a little before pushing it up enough to slide the barrel of the rifle through. A large, brown hand reached forward and grabbed the barrel. Maison would have shot off the guy's head but a face he recognized appeared before he pulled the trigger.

"You crazy bastard." Maison muttered, pulling the shotgun back. He ran outside and flung himself into the man's arms. The man was tall and large enough to swing Maison around as he let out another whoop. After he was done he set Maison back on the ground

"What the hell are you doing out this way, Bear?" Maison asked as he slapped the man's arm.

"Come to see how you been. Surprised you ain't dead yet." Bear replied grinning down at Maison.

From his peripheral Maison could see Beatrice peaking around the frame of the open door. He turned to Beatrice and took her hand before introducing her to Bear. Beatrice was still frightened of Maison's friend but she tentatively shook his hand and said hello.

"Sorry about the racket ma'am, didn't know this ole buggar had gotten hitched." Bear said jokingly.

Maison glanced over to see how Beatrice would react to being called his wife. His heart sank when he saw her eyes go wide. She fumbled around for an explanation about their situation before Maison finally stepped in.

"Beatrice and I aren't married. I found her after her wagon train was attacked by Arapaho warriors."

Bear nodded and looked at his friend with a knowing glance. Maison wilted even more under Bear's gaze and quickly invited him inside for breakfast. Glad to have some excuse to get away from the embarrassing turn their reunion had taken.

Beatrice cooked a meal of biscuits, gravy and eggs with thick slices of ham as Maison and Bear sat at the table catching up. Maison was so happy to see his old friend that he soon forgot about how Beatrice reacted to Bear mistaking her for his wife. Soon they were reminiscing on the adventures of their youth.

Over the course of their conversation Bear informed Maison that he was no longer working as a scout for the army and instead had gone back to trapping and horse trading. After the meal Maison took Bear around to see his traps. Then on a whim they decided to go ice fishing in the creek nearby. Maison had plenty of smoked fish as well as ham and cured buffalo stored up in his root cellar but Bear wanted fresh fish and Maison wanted to oblige him seeing as the two so rarely had the chance to see eachother anymore. While they were fishing Bear pulled out a bladder filled with liquid and took a long swig. Once again letting out a long and loud whoop.

"Hey now, enough with all of that." Maison cautioned, not wanting Beatrice to get spooked again.

"Sorry brother, I wouldn't want to scare your lady. " Bear replied handing Maison the bladder.

The two of them continued on like that, passing the bladder back and forth between each other before Bear asked Maison what exactly happened that brought he and Beatrice together.

Maison took another swig before he recounted how he'd rescued Beatrice after her wagon train had been attacked. He told Bear about how after so many weeks together he had fallen in love with Beatrice and wanted to take her as his wife.

"So why don't you?" Bear asked after Maison had finished talking.

"Things between Beatrice and I are a lot more complicated than it should be." Maison said finally.

"What's so complicated? You're a man and she's a woman. Both of you seem to be alone in the world."

Bear's tone was passive, almost dismissive. As if Maison's worries were silly trifles.

"It ain't that easy." Maison went on. "We're different races and in this country people don't think it's right for us to be together."

Bear nodded then took another drink. There was another long stretch of silence before Bear finally spoke again.

"Why come so far out here if you were just going to live by the rules of other people?"

It was a simple question but it stumped Maison. He had after all come out west to start a new life for himself, to get away from the old rules of the east. So why was he now holding himself to the same oppressive standards? Just as Maison began to get immersed in his thoughts about Beatrice Bear let out another loud scream and jumped from the log they were sitting on, knocking Maison off of it in the process. Maison stumbled to his feet and saw that bear had caught a yellow pike fish. It was big and Bear struggled to reel it in which explained him knocking Maison off the log.

Maison quickly scrambled over to help his friend. They managed to bring it in and let it flap on the snowy bank as they congratulated each other. Then Bear found a stick on the ground and drove it through the fish's mouth. They left it on the bank and went back to drinking on the log. Lucky for the two men the bladder was still propped up on the side of the log where Maison had last placed it.

Beatrice

After dinner and a few cups of coffee the men managed to sober up. Maison played his harmonica and Bear played a flute he brought with him. Back in Chicago Beatrice had been to many operas but she had not heard any musicians play as beautifully as Bear and Maison. Their music calmed her in a way that she had not expected it to.

When the men finished playing they all decided to retire for the night. Bear laid out a pallet on the floor and Maison hung up a curtain to give him and Beatrice a little privacy. Maison was soon asleep but Beatrice remained awake listening to the wind rustle through the trees outside and thinking about her life back home in Chicago.

She had never been happy there. Beatrice's mother was a difficult woman who spent much of her time hovering around Beatrice and Clara but finding little to be impressed with. Her criticisms were often biting and her affection infrequent. She was also like this with the servants and even Beatrice's father. Which is probably why her father invested so much time in his business ventures. The only person who was exempt from her mother's coldness was her younger brother. Her brother was dotated on, given affection and excused from every transgression. As an unmarried woman Beatrice had no means of escape since it would have been considered improper for her to live alone. This is probably why Clara was so eager to join the war effort and why Beatrice didn't hesitate when Clara and Eamon invited her to join them out west.

Beatrice snuggled closer to Maison's side cherishing his warmth and his smell. She wanted so much to stay here with him but she knew that if she did that would mean being disowned by her family and shunned by everyone in their social circle. As much as Beatrice cared for Maison she didn't know if she was willing to give up all of that to be with him. Tears rolled down her cheek and she felt herself sniffle. Maison shifted then then she felt his hand in her thick hair.

"What's wrong honey?" he whispered groggily. "Have a bad dream?"

"No, im fine." Beatrice lied feeling sorry that she'd woken him.

"Come here."

Maison brought her face up to meet his and kissed her deeply. Beatrice returned his kiss reaching her hand up to caress his beard. Maison wrapped his arm around her waist. Beatrice mounted him and tore her nightgown off. She took Maison's hand in hers and brought them up to her breasts. She could feel his manhood pressing against her pussy and she grinded her hips against his. Maison hissed at the sensation and grabbed Beatrice by the back of the neck. He flipped her onto her back and put her legs over his shoulders diving face first into her waiting pussy. When he wrapped his lips around clit and began sucking it was Beatrice turn to hiss. She had never imagined making love to be so pleasurable. So primal. She gripped Maison's long locks in her hand and tried to pull his face closer. She came and he lapped up her juices like it was his first drop of water in days.

He kissed his way up her torso before planting his lips on her mouth. Beatrice tasted her own juices on his lips and loved it. He thrust himself inside of her and Beatrice bit into his shoulder. It was still a little painful but there was more pleasure than the night before. She reached down and touched his balls and in returned he increased his thrusts. Maison reached his hand down and began caressing her clit. Once again Beatrice felt herself cumming. Her thighs shook as Maison continued fucking her. She soon felt his seamon coat her insides.

Maison pulled out of her with a wet plop and lay on his back. He pulled Beatrice into his arms and kissed her forehead. She rested her head on his hairy chest and Maison pulled the furs up over them. His breathing slowed and the sweat on his body cooled. When Beatrice thought that he was finally asleep she whispered the words that she was too afraid to say in the daylight.

"I love you Maison."

In the morning Beatrice cooked some of the fish the men caught the night before along with beans and fried apples. The weather had cleared up and Bear wanted to head out before it shifted as it often did in this territory. When Bear was packing up his sack he pulled a pair of moccasin boots out of his bag. He handed them to Beatrice. He told her that it belonged to his wife before she died. She was touched that Bear would give her something that obviously held so much sentiment to him. She thanked him but wish there was something more she could say to fully convey how grateful she was.

Maison decided he would travel a mile up where Bear intended to go. Since he had brought her to the cabin Maison had not ventured further than his traps. Beatrice hadn't realized how much she would dred being separate from him. Even when he would stay out late hunting or checking his traps she at least knew he was not far away. She had to end this. If she let this continue on she would never have the strength to go back. Beatrice closed the cabin door and went to clean the morning dishes. When Maison returned she was drying the dishes. He stomped the snow from his boots, hung up his coat and went over to beatrice. Wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck just as he had the morning before.

Before he could go further Beatrice turned in his arms. Beatrice enclosed her arms around his neck and kissed him. She laid her forehead against his chest and breathed in his scent. She loved how he smelled. The men she had known back in Chicago wore perfumes that disguised their natural smells. Maison smelled like the pine trees that surrounded the cabin and the sweet wood smoke that burned in the stove.

"We can't ever marry and when spring comes im going back home to Chicago." She said it matter of factly without any malice.

Maison quickly pulled back and looked at her, his face a mask of confusion, hurt, and anger. He separated himself from her as if she had stabbed him in the gut. Beatrice hated seeing the pain in his eyes and knowing that she was the source of it. She felt her own heart breaking just as Maison's was.

Beatrice tried to reach out to him but he stepped further out of her reach.

"Let me get this straight' he began "You let me make love to you. You told me that you loved me!" Beatrice hadn't thought he heard her say that last night. "And now you're telling me we can't ever be together?"

"No we can't." Beatrice's voice was still calm. This seemed to enrage Maison even more and his face began to turn red.

Again Beatrice held out her arms. Desperate to comfort the man she was rejecting.

"You're a coward." He said it so softly that Beatrice almost didn't hear him.

Beatrice didn't try to argue or defend herself against the accusation because she knew that he was right. Beatrice hated her home in Chicago. She hated the rigidity of her upper class society that she never seemed to fit in with. But she was returning because she thought that it was the proper thing to do. She was a coward.

Maison took his coat from the hook on the wall and without another word left the cabin. Beatrice sat on the bed and cried. Cried until her throat hurt. Cried until her head began to ache. Until she cried herself to sleep.

Maison

The wind stung Maison's bare cheeks as well as the exposed flesh of his ears and neck. In his haste to leave the cabin Maison had forgotten to grab a scarf to cover his head with. But he was too distracted by his argument with Beatrice to care about possible frostbite. Well, it wasn't really an argument since Beatrice had just stood there nonchalantly explaining why they would never be together. Her aloofness had upset him the most because it was then that Maison finally realized that he cared more for her than she had ever cared for him.

Maison felt as if he had been tricked. Maison had saved her life, taken care of her, and made love to her. He would have died for Beatrice. And now she was talking about just forgetting him and going back to her life in Chicago. And for what? She'd come out west because she hated Chicago. Why give up everything just to go back? He was right to call her a coward.

Or maybe she wasn't a coward. If she didn't feel the same way he had for her why should she be obligated to stay? Maybe Maison was just a lonely and foolish man who expected too much from a young woman that lived through a traumatic experience.

Maison went inside of the barn and went over to Dancer. The horse nestled her head against the crook of his neck. Almost as if it could sense his distress and need for comfort. Maison leaned in to Dancer's warmth wishing that he could forget the aching in his heart.