Property of the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men, #1)

by Gemma Weir

“She can do whatever the fuck she wants, she can kiss, fuck, suck whoever she wants. She’s legal, single, and beautiful, what’s to stop her?” Bay says. “No, she fucking can’t because she’s mine,” I roar.

For a year I’ve stalked her every morning, I’ve sat in that fucking coffee shop while she quietly worked, then gone back again to check if she was there every night, just to protect the woman that apparently I’ve decided is my property. Bonnie is mine. A sense of overwhelming rightness settles inside my chest, that’s immediately followed by a growing sense of anger. Today, my woman was flirting with another guy. He touched her and asked her for her number, he asked her out.

“Obviously this morning I didn’t make myself clear. I want you, Bonnie, and from the way you’re grinding your little wet pussy against me, I know you want me too. I don’t share, baby girl. I’m a possessive, unreasonable, jealous mother fucker, and the moment you kissed me back you became mine.”

“You’re mine now,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Mine to kiss.” his teeth find the sensitive hollow where my neck meets my shoulder and sink down into the flesh. “Mine to touch,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he just bit. “Mine to own.” Lifting his face, he presses his lips to mine again, kissing me hard and fast, before pulling back and looking at me with a smoldering intensity that makes heat gush between my legs where his groin is pressed hard against mine.

“What the hell was that?” I demand. “Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Bay crows, shaking his head. “Beau is gonna lose his mind if you go on a date with that dude.”

I’m barreling towards happily ever after with this woman, and I can’t even call her to tell her.

“What are your intentions towards my daughter?” he asks. “I plan to marry her,” I tell him honestly. His mouth falls open and he stares at me, obviously shocked, then he starts to laugh. “Well good luck with that,” he chuckles, opening the door to the house and stepping back inside.

Unknown – Hey baby girl, I know I pissed you off pretty good, but my daddy always told me never to go to bed on an argument. If I thought it wouldn’t make you even more angry, I’d be there in your room with you right now, but I know you’re not ready for that, so a text is going to have to do. It might have taken me a year to accept how I feel about you, but I knew a long time ago that you were meant to be mine. The first time I drove past the shop and saw you there all alone, you called to me, drawing me in like I was a fish on a hook. I might not have known exactly why I kept coming back to watch over you every morning, and all the nights you closed up, but I did know that I wanted to keep you safe, to protect you. That guy was the catalyst that made me admit how much I want you baby girl. But you being mine, is nothing to do with him, it’s just about me and you. I know you need some time right now, so I don’t expect you to talk to me, but please Bonnie, please tell me you forgive me, at least for tonight. Don’t go to bed mad baby girl. Beau xoxo

“So that big guy at the coffee shop?” Dan asks. “What about him?” I ask dismissively. “You sure he’s not your boyfriend?” “No, he’s not, but what makes you ask that?” I ask carefully. “Well because he just barged into the restaurant, he’s coming this way and he looks seriously pissed.”

“That’s what gives me the right,” he growls against my lips when he pulls back just enough for us to breathe. “The fact that I’ll bet your pussy is wet and dripping for me right now, that’s what gives me the right.” His fingers collar my neck, firmly enough that I can feel his possession, but not hard enough that he’s restricted my breathing. “The fact that you’ve been grinding up on my dick and that you didn’t even notice that your date left a few minutes ago. That’s what gives me the mother fucking right. You. Are. Mine.”

“You should answer his texts or call him, he said he’s coming down here if he doesn’t hear from you in the next ten minutes,” Cody says, leaning over the counter and lowering his voice, “and I don’t think you want all these nice customers hearing what the rest of us heard last night and this morning if he decides you need to remember who you belong to,” Cody says with a wink.

“When I saw that guy flirting with you, I just knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t risk losing you to someone else when I’ve always known you were meant to be mine,”

“Don’t say a fucking word. You didn’t hear anything; you have no fucking clue what me and her were doing. If any of you fuckers make her cry, I’ll make you bleed,” I warn in a low voice to make sure she can’t hear. “Then we need to sound proof your room,” Huck says with a knowing smirk. “She’s loud.”