Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“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 earlier. I want to suck on them while I’m fucking you.

And I fight to breathe. “Do I taste good, Daddy?” He bites my nipple. His hips pound into me. Harder.

I want to do so much with this man. One night might not be enough. I lift my eyes. And meet his. He’s watching me. He’s fucking my tits, watching me as I stare at his incredible body.

“You want to swallow, Kendra Doll? Is that what you want?” It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. But I want to try. So I open and let him slide out of my mouth. “Yes, Daddy.” “Christ,”

“Now be my good girl and start swallowing.” My body is still buzzing, and his deep voice dances over my bare skin. And I swallow.

“Fucking hell, woman,” Luther half pants, half groans. My chest is heaving as Luther drops down beside me.

“I’m glad I decided to come in tonight.” Kendra rolls her head toward me. “I’m glad I decided to stop in tonight.”

“I’m staying here tonight.” The side of her mouth pulls up. “You have a room too?” “Brat.”

“I guess I’ll allow it.” Kendra lets out a dramatic sigh. “But fair warning, I’m about seven minutes away from falling asleep.” I grin. “I might make it eight.”

Sleeping beside her isn’t enough. One fuck isn’t enough. But it’s all I have. She’s just passing through. She’s too young for me. She’s fucking perfect for me.

“What?” She shakes her head. “I’m normally not this shallow, but seriously, you could…”

“Model?” I suggest, completely joking, as she says, “Make porn.” Her answer is not at all what I’m expecting, and a loud bark of laughter jumps out of my chest. “You’re ridiculous. Get in bed.”

“What is it?”

“I know this should be a before, not an after topic, but I just wanted to say that you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone since my last doctor’s visit, so you don’t have to worry about… that either.”

“I’m sorry. I’m old enough to know better. I was just so caught up in you… I wasn’t thinking. But tonight was the first time in probably twenty years that I haven’t used a condom. You’ve got nothing to worry about from me either.”

“Yeah, you really are old enough.” I shake my head. “You really are a brat.” Relaxing onto my back, I stretch out my arm closest to her. “Come here.”

“Luther?” she whispers into the room. “Yeah, Baby?” “Thank you for tonight.” I curl my arm around her back, holding her tighter against my side. “You don’t have to thank me for the best night…”

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.

“Bye, Daddy.” Kendra’s whispered words halt me. But when I look back, her eyes are already closing, and she’s hugging the pillow I’d been using. “Bye, Kendra Doll.”

Crying

“I know, I know. We’ll play it by ear. And since we never discussed it, I might as well tell you now that the starting pay is eighty thousand a year.” He says it so matter-of-factly that it takes a second before my brain retains the information. Eighty fucking thousand? “American dollars?”

“You started it,” I say, super maturely. There’s a pause, then Jessie throws her hands up. “Well?” “Well, what?” I throw my own hands up, mirroring her position. “Well, did you get her number? Is she still here? Are you going to see her again?”

“She’s gorgeous. I really fucking liked her. But she’s

gone. No number. No last name. Just passing through.” “That’s a bummer,”

In fact, after Kendra walked into the bar, I don’t think I thought of anything but her. Which wasn’t very professional of me. Then I remember that I own this fucking place. And whatever grief I might get from customers is worth it. Just about anything is worth the night I had with Kendra. And I’d give just about anything to have another.

Luther. I can’t stop thinking about him. And I can’t stop wondering if it’s a good or terrible idea to try to sneak away to the Inn this weekend. Closing my laptop, I push back from the desk.

And it’ll be fine. I’m great at first impressions and can small talk with the best of them. Fingers crossed this Rocky guy isn’t a bore.

Rocky is going to be Luther!!

But I know Joe’s excited to have her living here, so I blow out a breath and work on adjusting my attitude. I remember him saying something about roommates and stealing her money. And for how long we’ve been friends, it’s hard to believe I’ve never met her, but here we are. Shrugging off the guilt of not knowing more about my friend’s kid, I stride up the few steps to the front porch.

Oh no

“Oh my god,” I breathe, not believing what I’m seeing.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Luther’s voice is just as quiet as mine. But his is full of… anger? “What?”

“I am not sleeping with…” I can’t say it. I can’t say my dad’s name. “And yet here you are…” He drags his eyes down my body. “In the same slutty pajamas.” “Slutty?”

Oh he is an asshole

“I don’t care what you did. You’re done with him. I’m⁠—” “Kenny, that you?”

“Kenny?” The understanding hits him the same as it just hit me. And I literally have to fuck with him. “That’s right, Daddy.”

OH MY GOD

“But I prefer it when you call me Baby.” A low rumble vibrates through his chest. “Dammit, woman.”

As soon as Joe’s fucking daughter disappears into her bedroom, I step into the bathroom and shut the door. Then I lean against it. Kendra is Kenny. Kenny, my best friend’s daughter. I groan and thud my head back against the door. I can’t believe I fucked Joe’s daughter.

Unwell

I found my girl. And now I know exactly where to find her. Every night.

The night I met Kendra, she said she was just passing through. Pretty little liar. I’ll make her pay for that later.

My biggest problem is the fact that I slept with my dad’s best friend. And we didn’t just sleep together. We fucked. In the span of one evening, we did almost everything two people can do. And, heaven help me, I want to do it all again.

When I met her, it felt different. I didn’t want her to treat me like everyone else. I wanted it to be different for her too.

“Rocky, I’d like you to meet my little girl, Kenny. Or Kendra if she’s in trouble.”

“Nice to meet you, Kenny.” I pause just long enough to emphasize her name. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Same. I’ve heard so much I feel like I already know you.”

“Though I’ve always wondered, is Rocky a nickname, or did your parents ...

“Name’s Luther Rockford. But most people call me Rocky.”

“Kendra Abbott. No one but my dad calls me Kenny.”

Joe slides his mug toward me, and I fill it up. The more he drinks, the quicker he’ll have to go. Putting the carafe back, I select the dining chair that will have me facing the kitchen, where Kendra is currently sipping her coffee. And watching me.

Luther is lounging, one arm hooked over the back of his chair, the other resting in his lap. It’s casual. Relaxed. Hot as fuck. Flannel shouldn’t be hot as fuck.

HOT

I lift my chin. “Rocky.” His fingers tap against his thighs as he consumes the space between us.

“You don’t call me that.” His fingers feel hot against my skin. “Why not? Didn’t you say most people call you that?”

“You aren’t most people, Kendra Doll.”

“My dad will be back any moment.” He moves his hand from my chin to my throat. “We can’t tell him about this.” “No shit.”