Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I’m seriously tempted to take a screenshot of him like this. I’d save it to my favorites so whenever I was feeling down or bored, I could pull it up. Because no matter how long this thing between us lasts, right now, at this point in time, this man, this specimen of masculinity, is mine.

“Are you really wearing tighty-whities?” I ask, causing the side of his mouth to pull up. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I press my lips together. Goofball. “Fine.” I agree. “But I’m not getting up to turn more lights on.”

“You okay, Old Man?” I sort of laugh. Sort of whisper. “I should’ve gone first,” he groans. “Why’s that?”

“You know exactly what you do to me, Doll.” My lips part, ready to reply, but then my throat dries up because Luther is tilting his phone.

“You can’t make those sounds.” Luther grunts as he rubs his palm down his dick.

“You can’t possibly expect me to see you like this and stay quiet.” There’s no point in playing it cool. “Kendra—” “Show me.”

“Ask nicely.” “Please,” I beg quietly. “Please, Daddy. Show me your cock.”

“What are you doing?” I practically gasp at his audacity. “Sorry.” He lifts his hand to his phone. “Let me send this to voicemail.” “Who’s calling?”

“My mother.” Luther sounds so disgusted; I have to laugh. I also have to let go of my boob. “Is it an emergency? Or does she always call this late?” He shakes his head. “Not an emergency. Now, where were—” Luther drops his head back again. “God dammit. Hold on, now my sister is calling.”

“Tell me you’ll come.” I know he’s asking me as me, his Kendra. I also know I’ll be there as Joe’s kid. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll be there. “I’ll come,” I tell him. “Go deal with your family. And don’t worry about me. I’ll come tonight too.” Grinning, I lift my hot pink vibrator into view. “Night, Luther.”

“But then I wouldn’t be doing this.” Luther doesn’t wait for me to reach him. He grips my waist and leans into me, pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are warm. And god, I missed him. I wrap my arms around his neck.

“What if it ends badly?” “It won’t.” “Promise?” “I promise, Baby Doll.”

Crying

Kendra sighs against my lips as she pulls her mouth away from mine. “Hi, Baby Doll.” “Hi, Luther.”

like your shirt.” I release her sides and place my hands over hers, warming her fingers as I hold her hands against my body. “I thought you might.”

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

“Tell me what you did wrong,”

“I didn’t let you watch.”

“Dammit, Kendra.” “Was that not ...

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it’s correct.”

“I’ll warn you now. If you keep up the touching and the dirty talk, we’re going to have to blow off whatever plan you have and go inside. To my room.”

“If sexual frustration is how I die… at least there are worse ways to go.”

“So dramatic.”

“Yeah, well, you try getting comfortable with a hard-on stuck in your pants.”

“You think that’s funny?” She nods, pulling her seat belt across her body. “I’m just glad no one can tell I’m turned on.”

“Are you telling me that your panties are wet?”

“Guess we’ll neve...

“You don’t need to tell me. I’ll have my hand in your shorts before this outi...

“Sadly, I don’t have an overnight planned.” Luther shakes his head. “I feel like I’m back in high school, sneaking around to avoid my girlfriend’s dad.”

We weren’t even out of my neighborhood before Luther placed his hand on the center console, palm up. He didn’t say anything. No demand. Just the open hand. So, I did what any sane person would do. I set my palm against his. And he’s been holding my hand since. He squeezes my fingers back.

“Please don’t tell me that was my dad.” Luther grins. “I can’t lie to you, Baby.” “Ew.”

“Kendra?” A male voice stops me from pulling my girl in for a kiss. We both look up, spotting the man as he cuts through the forest to join us on the path. “Fisher?”

Run along, Fisher Boy. This girl is taken.

Unwell

“He’s such a nice

“Just keep racking up the punishments, Brat.” She snickers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Uh-huh.” Kendra leans into my side. “You didn’t have to rough him up like that.” I scoff. “Yes, I did.”

“Rocky.” He nods to me. Then he holds out a hand to Kendra. “Sterling Black. I know we met the other weekend, but in case you forgot.”

“Courtney will be happy to hear that.” Sterling lets go of her hand. “She’s been asking me how long she should wait before asking you to lunch.”

Kendra glances up at me with a questioning look on her face, like she’s asking permission. I nod. And her answering smile is fucking gorgeous.

With her happiness on her face, Kendra, my beautiful girl, leans into me to look around Sterling. “Lunch would be awesome.”

“So…” Sterling shoves his hands in his pockets as he rocks back on his heels. “So, what?” “So… you’re messing around with your friend’s kid.”

“And you messed around with your employee.”

“Yeah, but I married her. Joe know you’re fucking his dau...

“And what do you...

“I think this is gonna be fun to watch.” “You’re a dick.”

“Dick,” I huff under my breath so only he can hear me. He lets his shoulder bump mine. “Honey.” He catches his wife’s attention. “Hook this fine couple up with some pies.” Fine couple.

“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 gonna need this backstory, but you can come hide out with me at the house. I have to go relieve Simpson from babysitting duty, anyway,”

She stops. “You’re not allergic to dogs, are you?” I smile. “No. Why?” She smiles back. “I have a few.” She has six.

And I’d still have put my hands on her. So, we were inevitable. But where we go from here… I shake the worry from my head and open the door as quietly as I can. We can talk later.

“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.”

“The way your brain works…” “Pretty amazing, I know.” He turns his head to look at me. “You are pretty amazing.”

My heart