Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

He can be a bit of a freak. But still, I feel grounded around him. Grounded.

This girl. She makes me feel needed in a way I’ve never experienced.

But what’s even better than feeling needed is feeling wanted. And she makes me feel that too.

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. I swallow. And remind myself he’s more than a hot body. He’s a goofball.

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. It feels like it will hurt when it’s over. “What if it ends badly?” “It won’t.” “Promise?” “I promise, Baby Doll.”

It’s fucking love.

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.

Joe lets out another heavy groan. “There are no two people in this world that I love more than the two of you. And if you can love an ugly man like him…” He jabs his finger into my chest. “Then yeah, I’ll be okay with it.”