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.

Hiding my hand behind my empty glass, I cross my fingers. Pretty fucking please sit by me.

“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.

I feel like I’ve heard that name in a movie as the bad guy, but who needs superheroes if this is what the villains look like?

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.

Luther lays a hand on my dad’s shoulder with a wicked grin aimed my way. “That’s right, Kendra. I’m your daddy now too.” I gape. He. Didn’t.

And my gluttonous pussy throbs. If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.

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