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.

“I’m not gonna apologize for looking out for you, Bonnie, so you can get that idea out of your beautiful fucking head,”

“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.

“I am not yours, Beau, I’m not your baby girl, or your honey or whatever. I’m the girl that serves your coffee, that’s all.”

want to fuck you, baby girl, I want to feel your plush beautiful body beneath mine, I want to watch as I make you come, and listen as you scream my name.” I pause, barely an inch from her. “But that’s not all I want.”