Mountain Boss (Mountain Men, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

I secretly hoped she was lost and that this was going to turn into some X-rated Hallmark in the woods scene. But no. Now I need to be professional. I need to keep my hands off her. I need to keep my dick in my pants. And I need to make her quit.

So nice to meet you, I mouth to myself as I valiantly resist the urge to watch his ass as he walks away. Because he might have a good-looking ass, but he is a good-looking ass. And we don’t ogle assholes.

I’m not tough. But I am desperate. And sometimes, that’s the same thing.

“I don’t want to catch you flirting with other men again, Cookie.” His breath is hot against my ear, and it takes everything in me to stay upright. “Say, yes, sir.”

She should save that surprise for when she finds a pair of her dirty panties missing.

Whoever this girl is, she was sent to me. Through the universe. Through a twist of fate. Through a fuckup of Marty.

Courtney huffs, “I do not. And it’s certainly not Big Joe. Because he is the oversized coffee maker in the Food Hall.”

“And what do you like to be called?”

“Courtney.”

“What else is...

“Coo...

“Courtney.” His seriousness stops me. “I need you to listen to me real fucking carefully.” I press my lips together. “I called you Cookie for two reasons. And neither of them had anything to do with the shape of your perfect fucking body.” He takes a step closer, finally following me. “Reason one.” He steps forward again, raising his hand and holding up one finger. “You literally threw a cookie at me. And two.” He holds up a second finger. “I call you Cookie because you’re sweet and delicate and”—he reaches out and grips one of my braids—“I want to eat you.”

“Are you already wet for me, Courtney?”

“When I stick my hand in your panties, am I going to find them soaked?”

“Keep your ass right here, Cookie.” He rolls his hips. “Let me pretend I’m inside you.”

Teeth drag across my bared neck. “Such a good listener.”

“That’s it, Cookie.”

“Come on my fingers. Give me something to taste.”

With my name on her lips, my girl starts to come. She moans. And arches. And goes up onto her toes. She tenses. And vibrates. And leans into me as she pulses around my fingers.

I want to say something… Thank you for the phenomenal orgasm. You can stuff that big dick in me if you want. Did you just come in your pants?

Cook straightens. “You’re right. I’ve just caught you spying on her from the woods and feeling her up under the lunch tables. But what do I know?”

I look back and forth between them. “When did this happen? Why are you two so chummy?”

“So does this mystery girl have anything to do with the truckload of new mattresses your boss called me about?”

“Don’t discount it. Some ladies dig the daddy kink.” Cook cracks up. I pull a face. “Please don’t ever say daddy around me again.”

And not just surprised. Completely caught off guard. Like he’d witnessed a rainbow in the middle of a blizzard.

I don’t know why him being a bit of a dick seems funny to me now. But I guess sucking on someone’s private parts can change your perspective.

No matter where this goes, his kindness, his touch… it’s healing something inside me.

But demons couldn’t drag me away from Courtney right now.

“You unravel me, Courtney Kern. I’ve never felt more unhinged. More undone.”

“I can’t do casual because I don’t feel casual about you, Sterling. Alright? I can’t keep doing this and feeling like… like a secret. I thought I could. But I can’t.”

I can’t even explain how a part of him feels like a part of me. How I breathe easier with him in the same room. How I sleep deeper with him at my side. How I smile more with him in my life.