Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

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.

I want to get drunk. And if getting drunk also includes getting laid by some hot-as-fuck lumberjack… that would also be acceptable.

“You want me to take a tequila shot with you, Doll?” Doll. I flatten my palms on the bar for balance. Yeah, Daddy. I want you to take a shot with me. Off me. Whatever.

Watching Kendra lick the salt off her shot glass a second time might send me into cardiac arrest. But we all got to die somehow. And death by Brat is okay with me.

How unfair for the universe to give me Kendra. But to only give her to me for one night.

Just about anything is worth the night I had with Kendra. And I’d give just about anything to have another.

I wish falling back asleep was my biggest problem this morning. But no. My biggest problem is the fact that I slept with my dad’s best friend. And we didn’t just sleep together. We fucked.

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.

I fork up some of my own food, pretending this isn’t the strangest breakfast ever. Eating with my one-night stand and my dad.

He’s not trying to limit me. Not giving me different food than what he eats. Not telling me to eat less. Have less. Be less. And it’s shit like this that makes him even hotter.

No. Even if I hadn’t met Luther until today, he still would’ve stolen all my attention.

You want everyone to know what a slutty little Daddy’s girl you are?”

If having a Daddy kink is wrong, I will never be right.

“I think you just fucked my soul into another dimension. In a garage laundry room.”

If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.

“I like you, but not a brownie amount.”

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

I’m seriously losing it over this girl. But knowing I’m falling doesn’t do anything to lessen my momentum. Knowing I’m fucked doesn’t slow my drop.

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. Just mine.

We breathe each other in. And it feels like it does every time. It feels like the first time. Feels like we’ve been doing this for years. Like the best thing ever.

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

He doesn’t look like a park ranger. He looks like a bad boy playing at being a park ranger.

place my hands on the armrests. “Crawl to me.”

That’s it. I give up trying, accepting my new existence. Stuffed with cock.

“Okay, but fair warning, if you’re gone for more than an hour, there’s a one-hundred-percent chance I’ll be asleep in your bed when you come back.” His look softens. “And I’m super certain that I’ll like finding you there.”

It all feels so fucking right, having both my girls under my roof. My daughter safe in my house. My woman safe in my arms. And I want to keep this. This feeling. This sense of peace. I want to keep it so fucking bad that it breaks my heart.

I feel like I can breathe again. I feel settled. Luther stands, but I stay where I am. I didn’t even realize how off-kilter I’ve felt until now.

The pain is as alive as I am. But it won’t beat me. Won’t defeat me. It will just hurt me.

What’s that bullshit saying? It’s better to have loved and lost… I don’t think so. Whoever said that is full of shit. Whoever said that never really loved someone.

And as my heartbeat slows, I admit that I’m the one full of shit. I wouldn’t give up my memories of her for all the ignorance in the world. Because if I can’t have her, at least I can still have those.

Rocky. It’s what everyone calls me. But not her. Except that’s what I did to us. I made us like everyone else. And. Fuck. I think I might’ve made a mistake.

I need to hug Kendra for longer. Need to hold her for-fucking-ever. But this isn’t about me. It never was. But I still managed to ruin it.

Then, with the man I dream about holding me tight, I finally find sleep.

I don’t need her to need me. I just need her to want me.

I can be this for her. Be her comfort. Be her warmth. I can be anything for her. If she’ll let me.

“I meant adoption, Brat. But if you want me to steal you a baby, I’ll steal you a baby.”

He’s everything I didn’t know I needed. He’s everything I didn’t think to want. And he’s worth risking the fall.

My stomach twists when the door closes behind Luther. I don’t want a barrier between us. I don’t want anything between us. I want him by my side. Always.

Me: She likes you. I worry for a moment if I shouldn’t have said that. Baby Doll: Aww, that makes me feel cool. I hesitate. Then I hit send. Me: I like you too. I hold my breath. Baby Doll: That makes me feel less cool.

“I love you. I think I will forever.” Luther’s throat works. And his fingers flex as they circle my throat. “That’s good, Baby Doll. Because you’re it for me. Until my heart stops beating. And even then…” I let go of his forearm with one hand and reach up, catching a teardrop on my fingertip. “And even then.”

“Love you!” I call out as I let myself get manhandled down the hall. Kendra peeks her head out of her bedroom. “Love you too.” Joe shoves me all the way out the front door, and I grin the whole time.

“My girl. My everything. I didn’t know there was something missing in my life. I had no idea. Not until I met you.”

“Be my wife. Be my forever. Be mine. And I’ll be yours.”

And with her hand in mine. I know. I know this is what I’ve been waiting for. I know Kendra is all I’ll ever want. I know she’s all I’ll ever need.