Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

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.

“Fuck,” Luther growls into my hair. “Are you that ready for me, Baby? Are you gonna come for me? Just like this?”

“Let go.” A finger pushes inside me. “Come for Daddy.”

“Take your tits out. I want to suck on them while I’m fucking you.”

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.

“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. 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.

“Christ,” he growls and rocks his hips, shoving his tip back between my lips. “Where’d you fucking come from?”

“So perfect. So fucking perfect.” His movements are getting choppy. I know he’s close. I’m so ready for him to be close. “Now be my good girl and start swallowing.”

“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…” Best night in a long time. Best night ever? In all my years? Kendra’s shoulders relax under my arm. And… she’s asleep. Just like that.

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.

Unknown: You know how to text, Old Man? My grin grows. Me: I know how to do a lot of things, Baby.

I find her in a blink. In a fucking slutty little sundress.

I press my hand up under her chin until she’s resting her head back against my shoulder. Then I speak against her ear. “You want that? You want to walk out there with puffy red lips and tear tracks down your cheeks? You want everyone to know what a slutty little Daddy’s girl you are?”

“Luther.” I exhale against her skin. “When we fuck in this house, you call me Daddy. Now reach back and take my dick out.”

“Breathe and relax.” I pull almost all the way out. “You can take me. You’ve done it before.”

“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 caught with my cock buried in this greedy little pussy.” I shove deeper. “Then everyone will know that I’m your Daddy now.”

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

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

A part of me still feels like it’s stuck in a spiral of panic. Like these last couple weeks might turn out to be a dream. That I’ll wake up, and I’ll never find the Kendra Baby I met in the bar. But she’s here. Curled against me. Once again ready to fall asleep in my arms. Once again rocking my world.

“There’s my pretty girl.”

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.

My throat dries up. I feel my spine stiffen. Oh fuck. “What?” Jessie steps closer to me. “What just happened?” I love her. I lift my hand and rub it against my chest. “Are you having a heart attack? Oh my god!” Jessie reaches into her apron like she’s going for her phone. “I’m not having a heart attack.” My voice is a little croaky. “You sure?” It feels like I am. But it’s not a heart attack. It’s fucking love.

“Crawl to me.”

Ahhhh

We heard the door downstairs, and Luther dropped my hand, grabbed my shirt, and put himself directly between me and the danger.

She makes a humming sound in her sleep as I drag her against my chest. I press a kiss to the top of her head, shushing her. And it feels so right. 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 hold my breath. And her eyes meet mine for the first time in weeks. My Kendra Doll. She’s so perfect.

Fuck, Kendra. I don’t deserve another chance with you. And I’m not asking…” His fingers squeeze mine. “I just… Can I hug you again? Please?”

One hand slides up my spine to cradle the back of my head. “That’s my good girl.” He holds me to him. “My perfect girl.”

Kendra snuggles against my chest. Her back rises with a deep inhale. I hug her to me. She lets out a hum. “Luther?” I stroke a hand down her back. “Go back to sleep, Baby.” She hums again. But doesn’t say more. I wrap my fingers around hers on my chest. And I close my eyes. I can be this for her. Be her comfort. Be her warmth. I can be anything for her.

“I want you.” I reach up and curl my hands over his shoulders. “Don’t hurt me again.” “Never.” Luther turns his head and presses a kiss to my wrist. “Never again, Baby. I fucking promise.” He kisses my wrist again, then leans down, putting our foreheads together. “Tell me you believe me.”

“Please.” I beg for more. I need him to hurry. “Please, who?” He rocks his hips against me as his lips brush mine with each syllable. Warmth builds between my legs. I lick my tongue across his. Then I tilt my hips up to meet his. “Please, Daddy.” He groans. “Does my Baby need to be fucked?”

Luther groans, and the vibrations are nearly too much. My thighs clamp down around his head. He chuckles. With his tongue on my clit. And I nearly come. I finally toss my shirt free, and he looks up, his tongue still working me over. His eyes are full of smiles. His mouth is full of pussy.

“Luther. Fuck. Luther,” she pants. And I feel it all the way down my spine. “That’s right, Baby.” I flex my fingers against her ass, my fingertip teasing her other hole.

“Take me.” I press my mouth to her ear. “Take all of me, Baby Doll. And come on Daddy’s dick.” She implodes.

“You hung up too fast, Baby.” Luther takes a step toward me. “You didn’t give me time to catch my breath.” He takes another step. “Because that’s what you do to me. You take my fucking breath away. Every damn day.”

“No more tears. Even if they’re happy ones.” His thumbs brush away the dampness. “Even if they’re because you love me too. I still can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Now say it again.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. “Tell me you love me again.” I close my eyes and do the easiest thing in the world. I tell him. “I love you, Luther.” I inhale his exhale. “I have for so long.” His grip on me shifts, and he tips my head back. So our eyes meet. “Again.” His voice is so gruff. So demanding. I smile through the tears that keep streaming down my cheeks. “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.”

“Kendra.” Luther’s eyes shine up into mine. “My girl. My everything. I didn’t know there was something missing in my life. I had no idea. Not until I met you.” He pulls the ring out of the box, holding it gently between his fingers. “You took my heart that night. Right here. You took it, and I don’t want it back. I just want you. All of you. Forever.” He holds his other hand out for me.

“Good wife, but what a slutty little girl. And slutty girls don’t get fucked in the back of a truck.” I loosen my hold on her hair and drag my hand around to the front of her throat. “They get fucked on the ground. In the grass.” I release her. “Get on all fours.”