Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

This book is dedicated to all my girlies who love a book daddy. You’re welcome.

Society likes to make it seem as though men don’t like thick, curvy women, but that’s not true. Not for me. Not one fucking bit. I like to watch my women bounce. Like to watch my fingers indent into soft flesh. I like tits that can suffocate me.

Hiding my hand behind my empty glass, I cross my fingers.

Pretty fucking please sit by me.

I feel like I’ve heard that name in a movie as the bad guy, but who needs superheroes if this is what the villains look like?

This girl is a brat hidden behind a sweet girl exterior.

I lift my head to watch as he lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance. He’s thick. Wide. Luther lets out a low groan as he pushes the head inside me. And the stretch is immediate. Then he drops forward, catching his weight on one hand while the other stays between us. Only he’s not rubbing softly anymore.

His palm is just above my pussy. And he’s pressing down.

The pressure has my eyes meeting his. He holds my gaze for a heartbeat. “Not gentle.” Then he slams forward. Filling me with his entire length in one thrust. I arch my neck and claw at his shoulders. And he doesn’t give me any time. Luther drags his cock out and shoves it back in. Over and over. And his hand keeps pressing down on my belly. And… god… I feel him everywhere. I feel so full. I feel like my entire insides are filled with him. I feel like I’m about to come even quicker than the fi...

Never gotten off so quickly. “Feed me one.” His voice is so rough I barely understand him. I blink up into Luther’s hooded eyes. He nods to my chest. Then I remember his words from earl...

I drop my hand from his shoulder and grip my breast. He lowers his head. And when his lips close around my nipple, my entire body clenches. He moans against my flesh, sucking harder. The sight is vulgar. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. And it’s only for tonight. I reach up with my free hand and grip his hair, trying to breathe as his cock continues to pu...

I wake on a deep inhale.

It takes me two blinks to remember where I am. And who I’m with. Kendra. She’s turned some in her sleep, curling into my side. I lift my head to look at the clock. Seven. I don’t think I woke up once. I don’t even remember falling asleep. My eyes move back to Kendra. I want to stay. I need to pee. I want to come back to bed after. Want to go back to sleep and wake up together. Ask her to breakfast. But it would only prolong this niggling depressive feeling. Kendra allowed me to stay the night, and that’s what I’ve done. I won’t ask for more. I gently press a kiss to her forehead, then slide out of bed.

She stirs, adjusting the blankets around her. I force myself to turn away. “Bye, Daddy.” Kendra’s whispered words halt me. But when I look back, her eyes are already closing, and she’s hug...

Luther shovels another forkful of the raspberry pancakes into his mouth, finishing the short stack in what had to be four bites. Then he sets his fork down and lifts his head to spear me with a look. “What the hell did you put in these?” I try not to grin like an idiot. He already likes my pussy. It shouldn’t matter so much that he likes my cooking too.

Dad reaches out and slaps Luther’s shoulder. “Told you my girl has talents.” I watch Luther’s jaw work, and I know his mind is swimming around in the gutter. Because same.

Luther serves himself another stack of pancakes, the blueberry ones this time. And as I listen to my dad tell me about a phone call he had yesterday, I watch Luther eat. He’s a little slower this time, but he still finishes his second round of pancakes in under a minute. When he’s done, he once again lifts his gaze to meet mine. Dad is still gabbing, eyes on his mug as he pours himself more coffee, so I point to the final platter and mouth, My favorite, before Dad looks up. Luther uses the spatula to slide three of the banana pancakes onto his plate.

Before he cuts into them, I reach out and nudge the butter, then the maple syrup toward him. Taking the hint, he cuts a square of butter off the stick and drops it on his stack. Dad looks at the table, watching the silent interaction, but he doesn’t stop talking and doesn’t seem to find our behavior suspicious. I make the proper noise in response to Dad’s story, but my attention stays on Luther as he lifts his fork. His lips part. A drip of syrup falls onto his plate. I wish I was that plate. And then he puts the fluffy goodness into his mouth. He pulls the clean fork out from between his lips, and his eyes close as he starts to chew. I take a drink of my coffee to help my suddenly dry throat. Then Luther startles everyone when he groans. Loudly.

Dad jerks his head in Luther’s direction. “Damn, Rocky. Keep it in your pants, would you? My daughter’s here.” I choke on my coffee. Luther chokes on his pancakes. And Dad just shrugs when I widen my eyes at him. “Sorry...

My cheeks heat because Dad’s not wrong. I’ve heard Luther’s groans, and that was the same sound he made in the motel room. But still, I can’t pass up an opportunity to harass my dad. “So… you know what Luther’s R-rated sounds are like? Is there something you two want to tell me? Is that what this breakfast is...

Luther lays a hand on my dad’s shoulder with a wicked grin aimed my way. “That’s right, Kendra. I’m...

He. D...

My dad waves his hands around, taking my expression the wrong way. “No. We’re not—” He’s laughing so hard he can’t finish his sentence. “Rocky and I ain’t like that. Not that there would be anything wrong with that.” He gives me a knowing l...

Dad thumbs his fist against his chest. “I never really thought about what it’d be like having the two of you together, but I’m starting to think it won’t be dull.” He serves himself the last of the blueberry pancakes. “But back to my original point.” “There’s a point?” I ask. Luther snorts. “Back to my original point,” Dad repeats loudly. “I believe Rocky was moaning and groaning in an effort to say he likes your cooking.”

Luther tips his head toward me. “That’s exactly what I was trying to say. Everything you’ve made is delicious.”

“And that’s not for nothing,” Dad adds, and I see a slight wince pass over Luther’s features. “I don’t know if you noticed it, but you would’ve driven past the restaurant Rocky owns on your way here.” I slowly turn my head to face my dad. “Restaurant?” “It’s attached to a place called The Rocky Ridge Inn. He owns it.” Dad tilts his head. “Come to think of it, I don’t know if the restaurant has a name or not. We just call the whole place the Inn.” Dad rattles on. And I slowly turn my head back to look at Luther. “How. Interesting.” I keep my expression neutral. I’m not actually mad. We were together for one night with no plans to see each other again. He didn’t need to tell me he owned the motel we met in. And I didn’t need to tell him I was actually only going twenty minutes away rather than passing through. But I also don’t need to let him off the hook quite so easily.

My dad hums his oblivious agreement. “Food’s real good too. We’ll have to go some night.” “That’d be fun.” My tone is just sarcastic enough for Luther to stifle a reaction, but Dad doesn’t notice. “Come to think of it.” Dad snaps his fingers. “Ashley will be back in, what, just a couple weeks?” Luther replies with a slow nod. My eyes narrow. “Who’s Ashley?” If this motherfucker just made me an accomplice to adultery, I’m going to ruin him. Luther inhales, his shoulders straightening as he prepares to answer. “My daughter.” Oh. My sudden flash of anger dissipates. Not a cheater. Just single dad vibes… I dig it. “You’ll like her,” Dad says with confidence. “She’s about your age.” I choke again.

“A kid. A restaurant. A motel.” I lift my mug and cradle it in my hands. Dad lifts a finger to interrupt, and I almost laugh at the exasperation on Luther’s face. “I think it’s like six hotels.” I pull an impressed expression. “Damn. A real hotelier.” Luther leans back in his chair. “Hardly that. Just needed something to do after I sold my construction company.”

Dad sighs as he rubs his full stomach. “One of these years, I’ll get him to take me to his place in Vail for a romantic weekend.” “Next anniversary,” Luther replies. “We have an anniversary?” Luther shakes his head. “This is why I don’t take you.” I bite down on the tip of my tongue because these two are too much. Dad scoots his chair back. “You got plans today, Kenny? Want to come fishing with us?” “Oh, god no,” I blurt out. Because no. Stuck in a boat with these two, or standing in a river, or however the fuck they fish, sounds like the absolute worst way to spend my day. “Sorry, I mean, no, thank you.” Dad just laughs as he stands. “Fine, fine.” Before he can pick up his plate, I hold my hand out. “I’ll clean up. You guys go play with your rods.”

“Hi, Susan.” Luther smiles at the woman, drawing her attention. Her smile grows even wider. Okay, Susan. Settle down.

Kendra arches her ass against me, and there’s no hiding the fact that I’m hard. So damn hard. “Luther.” I exhale against her skin. “When we fuck in this house, you call me Daddy. Now reach back and take my dick out.” She does as she’s told. And the feeling of her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans has my cock fucking dripping. While she works, I use my fingers to scrunch up the front hem of her dress. And she pulls my zipper down just as my fingers reach her panties. Her red thong. I can’t see it. But I don’t need to. Her skirt drapes over my wrist, but now the only thing between my hand and her hot pussy is a thin scrap of lace. I rub.

The material is already wet. Soaked through. “Hurry up, Baby.” I press my fingers against her clit. “We have to be quick. And you better get my cock inside you before you come.” Her chest is heaving. I pinch her nipple. And I feel her pussy clench. Finally, she hooks her fingers around the top band of my boxer briefs and tugs them down, freeing my length. I pull her panties to the side. She pulls up the back of her dress. And the darkness amplifies the feeling of my bare cock slapping against her uncovered entrance. I drag my middle finger up her slit. She’s so slick. When my fingertip circles her clit, she slaps her hands down on the top of the dryer. I rub her clit as I bend my knees. “Reach between your legs and put me in.” “Fuck,” she gasps. I shove my finger into her channel. “Exactly.” Kendra bends forward, and I slide my hand out of the top of her dress.

I don’t want to. I want to always have my hands on her tits. But I’m going to need this hand to hold her steady. To hold her body against mine. Reaching down between her legs, her fingers close around my cock. I shift, helping her line me up with her hole. And then voices that aren’t ours fill the garage. Kendra freezes. It’s not her dad. Not anyone coming to do laundry. Just a couple people looking for extra drinks. I push my hips forward. Kendra’s pussy swallows the tip of my dick. I hear her inhale. Kendra clenches around me. I thrust halfway in. Kendra’s cunt is so hot it practically burns me. I circle...

I curl against her, putting my lips to her ear. The voices are still in the garage. The people are still feet away. “Breathe and relax.” I pull almost all the way out. “You can take me. You’ve done it before.” Her pussy flutters. I rub circles around her clit. Her body tightens. I still my fingers. Her breaths are quiet but heavy in the dark room. I flatten my hand, my palm against her clit, my fingers spread around the spot where my cock is notched into her entrance. Her muscles relax around me. I shove all...

I can only feel her. Everywhere. I pull out. I thrust forward. I stop just short of our bodies slapping together. I’m just aware enough to stay quiet. To breathe through my open mouth. I tighten my arm around her waist. Kendra is vibrating. Her legs are shaking. A door slams. I pause. Blinking in the dark. Swallowing to clear my hearing. Silence. We’re alone again. “Hurry up.” My fingers are frantic over her bundle of nerves. “Hurry up and come before we get caught.” I roll my hips. “Unless you want to get caug...

I pull back, then slam forward. She tenses. I rock my hips against her ass. She lets out a strangled sound. I squeeze her body to mine. And when my fingers slip over her clit again, Kendra breaks. She clenches her thighs together. She bends forward. She lets out a soft whine as she pulses around me. As she comes on my cock. I close my eyes. I throw my head back. And...

Then he pulls his hand free from my heat and wraps his arms around me, pulling my body against his in a bear hug, with his dick still buried inside me. I blink into the darkness. And I grin. He must hear something in my breathing because he holds me tighter, dropping his chin to my shoulder. “You okay?” “Okay?” A puff of laughter leaves my lips. “I think you just fucked my soul into another dimension. In a garage laundry room.” I can feel him shake his head. “Possibly not the most romantic location.” “Romance is overrated.” Luther inhales, like he might argue, but I shut him up by clenching my core around him again.

His exhale becomes a hiss. “You better keep clenching, Brat. Or you’re gonna have to walk through the house with my cum dripping down your legs.” “What—”

Luther loosens his hold on me and steps back, his cock slipping free. It makes sense then. And I have to keep clenching, like he said, because I can already feel the mess of us trying to escape. “Luther.” I try to keep the humor out of my tone as I attempt to scold him. Lips press against my bare shoulder. I can’t with this man. As I swoon, my body relaxes. Which is a mistake, because then I have to clench even harder. “Hold your hand out.” Luther’...

And my gluttonous pussy throbs. If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.

“Are you two mother hens done?” I ask, using the same single towel to wipe off the sides and bottom of my coffee mug. They both grunt in reply. I roll my eyes.

“The second problem is…” He lifts a shoulder. “I like you a brownie amount.”

“I want to be there when you tell him about Cabo.” Kendra snickers. It’s the cutest sound. Cutest sound? I’m seriously losing it over this girl.

“What are you two laughing about?” Joe stops in front of us, blinking a few times before lifting a hand and pointing his finger. “Hey! You said that chair was dumb.” Joe isn’t shit faced. He’s what I would call a happy day drunk, even if it’s pushing nighttime. “The chair was dumb.” I argue. “But it’s fine if I don’t have to share it with your hairy ass.” “You know that I don’t have—” Joe’s eyes cut to Kendra, and he purses his lips. “Ya know what? I’m not going to respond to that.”

“Oh, um, could I buy a brownie too?” Kendra asks quietly. She sounds a little… embarrassed? Then I remember. I remember and my chest suddenly feels tight. I like you a brownie amount. I curl my fingers into the material of her shirt, holding her in place beside me. I like this girl more than a brownie amount.

I’m so happy to see Luther. This tiny human might look sweet and sleepy now, but she’s been a damn demon creature for the last fifteen minutes. And that was after she barfed breast milk all over me.

“So, you’re saying if I murder you, you’ll fling knives out of kitchen drawers.” I cross my arms. “You’re acting like that wouldn’t be terrifying. You could lose a toe, Luther. Do you have any idea how much you need your toes for balance? You’d have to go to physical therapy.” Luther shakes his head. “The way your brain works…” “Pretty amazing, I know.” He turns his head to look at me. “You are pretty amazing.”

He starts to lift my tank top. And then a throat clears. “I just know you’re not about to fuck in my park. In broad daylight.”

I freeze. My eyes snap open wide. Luther opens his slower. Then he sighs, his breath warm on my lips. Luther tugs the hem of my shirt down before he straightens and turns toward the man. “You suck, you know that?” Luther’s tone is full of annoyance but no real anger. “How about a thank-you,” the other man replies. “Wouldn’t you like to make it to retirement without indecent exposure on your record?” I bite down on a laugh over his dig about retirement as I slowly turn to face the man who interrupted us. Then I narrow my eyes. Because god damn, what are they feeding the men out here? Why are they all so fucking hot?

My throat dries up. I feel my spine stiffen. Oh fuck. “What?” Jessie steps closer to me. “What just happened?” I love her.