Owned by the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men, #2)

by Gemma Weir

“You’re a firecracker aren’t you, little Peaches. The way you’re looking at me, it’s like you want to kill me and fuck me all at the same time. Maybe that’s the plan. Maybe that wet cunt of yours will end up being poisonous like the apple in the garden of Eden. Are you the test, baby, are you the ultimate temptation?” he asks quietly, his voice rough and low.

“Take a cold fucking shower, Cora, I can smell your desperation from here.”

“Oh fuck, oh god,” I chant. “Huck, not god, only my name, Peaches, only my name,”

“I want to fill it up with my cum every night and every morning, claiming you from the inside out. I’m not fucking about, Peaches, you’re mine and I want your belly full of my kid.”

“Yes, I do,” he replies, silencing me with a kiss. “Stop trying to fight this or I’ll get you so cum drunk you’ll do whatever I want you to, then I’ll fly you to Vegas and tie you to me legally. I’m not afraid to put a ring on it, Peaches. Ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, sounds fucking good to me.”

“Come on, baby, bring that wet pussy up here and ride my face, I want to smell your sweet cunt for the rest of the night.”

“I’m gonna be so good to you, Peaches,” I tell her, needing to make the promise I’ve already made to myself real.

Laughing he hunts me down, stalking towards me and scooping me up off the floor, pressing my back into the hard wall behind me. “This what you want, Peaches? Do you need my dick, baby?”

“Maybe weird is just the prelude to awesome,”

“That’s not how this is gonna work, baby. I want all your time and attention, we don’t need to get on with our own lives, ‘cause you’re my life and I’m yours,”

“I’m falling in love with you. I know it’s fast and intense and scary, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I want now with you, I want tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. I want a lifetime of firsts and lasts and everything in between. I want you, and I can see that you want me too. You don’t have to be as ready as I am, you don’t have to be as sure. All you need to do is trust that I will get you there, I’ll keep you close when you want to run, I’ll drive you crazy because I can’t stand to be apart, and I’ll piss you off when I need to control you. But trust that this thing between us is exactly how it’s meant to be. Can you do that, Cora? Can you trust me to do that for us?”

I might own you, Cora, but you possess me. Every beat of my heart belongs to you, every rise and fall of my chest. You belong to me, but since we met, I don’t exist without you.”