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

by Gemma Weir

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.

“I want you, baby girl,” he rasps.

WHAT LOL

“You and Beau?” she asks, incredulity etched across her face. “No,” I say, shaking my head in denial. “No,” she agrees. “He’s not for you, honey, he’ll eat you alive. I’m much more his speed,” she tells me with a wink.

Id claw her eyes out

“Beau.” “Yeah, baby girl?” I say, waiting for her to touch me. “Stay the hell away from me.” Her foot meeting my balls pushes the air out of me in an umph sound as my knees give way and I crumple to a heap on the floor at her feet, my hands cupping my poor injured dick and balls protectively.

“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.”