Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“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.

We literally never change the volume of the music in here. Jessie is getting a raise. Kendra bites her lip as she glances up at the speakers in the ceiling. Then she slides her beer toward me. She grips the edge of the bar, steps on the brass footrail running the length of it, and slides over onto what has been the empty seat between us. Jessie is immediately getting a raise.

“Feed me one.” His voice is so rough I barely understand him.

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

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

“There’s my pretty girl.”

“You’re going to suck my cock,” he repeats. “You’re not going to touch yourself. You’re going to work your mouth on my dick until I’m ready to come. Then, when I tell you to, you’re going to climb up here, straddle my lap, and swallow my cock with that sweet slit.” He leans in closer. “And when I’m filling you, that’s when you can come. And that’s when you can kiss me.” He releases my neck and leans back. “Start.”

Then I tilt my hips up to meet his. “Please, Daddy.” He groans. “Does my Baby need to be fucked?”

“Rocky.” There’s no hint of surprise in his voice, even though we’ve only spoken on the phone maybe once before. “Ethan, I need a favor.” “I’m not letting you fuck in my park.” His tone is so dry I almost crack a smile. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck in your park, grump-ass. But that’s not the favor.”