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

by Gemma Weir

Just the way he touched me tonight gave me a glimpse on what he’d be like to fuck. His grip on me was firm, almost controlling. He moved me how he wanted me, used me, even as he gave me pleasure, but dominated me without all the cheesy ‘yes sir’ bullshit.

“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.

“Don’t lie. Don’t tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, don’t tell me that you don’t want to rub your clit against my leg till you come. Don’t tell me you didn’t touch yourself and think of me. Don’t lie to me, Peaches, and I won’t lie to you either. Last night, I was so hard I fucked my hand and pretended it was you. I pretended you were down on your knees begging for my cock, that you licked and sucked me until I came all over your face and tits. My sleep was plagued with you, and all the ways I’d fuck you, all the ways I could use you like a fuck toy. Then this morning I was hard again, and I jerked off in the shower imagining I had you bent over with my dick in your pussy and a plug in your ass.”

I want to scream, yes. Yes, do that, do all of that and more, fuck me, use me, make me scream. Own me. But I don’t, because my tongue feels too full in my mouth and I can’t speak, so I stay silent, mute, just staring.

“But I can’t fuck you. I can’t play with you, because you’re my new sister’s best friend, and so you’re off limits, but I’ve never been a rule follower and even though I know I should, I just can’t stay away. So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to make you hate me, then you’ll learn never to let me near you, and I’ll hate myself for doing it and I’ll know I don’t deserve to touch all that sweetness. Okay, Peaches?”

His eyes turn molten, the amber color seeming to almost warm as he stares down at me, his chest visibly moving up and down as he licks his lips like he’s dying to taste me.

I’ve either got a will of iron or I’m a fucking masochist and I had no idea. I could see her want, smell her arousal, and feel the way her body melted into mine like she was giving herself to me like the best fucking gift in the world. I have never wanted another woman the way I want Cora fucking Cunningham.

‘My sleep was plagued with you, and all the ways I’d fuck you, all the ways I could use you like a fuck toy.’ I have never spoken to a woman like that in my life. My mama would tan my ass red raw if she was alive and heard that shit come out of my mouth. But around Peaches, it’s like I’m reduced to my most basic form. I want to fuck her, but I also want so much more than that. I want to own her in the most basic way, and that scares the shit out of me.

“Fuck, Peaches, the way you look coated in my cum.” Planting a knee on the bed, his hands land on my thighs and he parts me further, licking his lips as he stares down at me. “That’s a pretty pussy, baby, just a tiny neat line of red hair. Fucking perfect. Do you taste as sweet as you look? I bet you do. I bet you taste like peaches,” he drawls, leaning down and running his tongue along my sex as I shudder with delight.

What I’m doing is territorial and arrogant as fuck but I don’t care, I need this guy to get the message, he needs to stay the fuck away. He needs to know he had his chance and fucked it up, he needs to know she’s not available anymore, that she belongs to me.

“You want me to have a word with him?” Beau asks. Bristling, I fight the urge to snarl at my older brother. Cora isn’t his business; I’ll take care of this not him. My woman, not his. Gritting my teeth, I push the possessive feeling down again and focus all my attention on Cora.

Without even glancing in his direction, I know he’s watching, I can feel the heat of his glare where my hand is planted on Cora’s ass, but I don’t care. I want him to look, I want him to see what it looks like to own a woman, and I fucking own her. I don’t know when I decided she’s mine, maybe it’s when I saw the way he was looking at her, like he knows what she looks like when she’s in the middle of an orgasm. Whatever the cause, I’m not going to fight this attraction I feel for her. I don’t care that this is by far the most stupid thing I’ve ever done. I don’t care that this could cause problems for Beau and his woman. All I know is that if Mitchell or anyone else touches her, I’ll lose my shit.

“Yesterday you wanted me here,” I taunt. “That was a mistake.” “Which part? The part where you lay on your bed and rode your vibrator wishing it was my dick, or the part where we fucked?” “All of it,” she cries, her cheeks pink, her chest heaving up and down. “Liar,” I whisper. Closing the distance between us, I palm the back of her neck again, squeezing until she melts beneath my touch. “I think you want me just as much as I want you.” “I don’t,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her. “I think your pussy is soaking wet right now. I think you’re aching for the feel of my cock inside your cunt. I think you’re desperate for me to own you.” Leaning down I press my lips against her ear. “To make you my own personal fuck toy.”

“Why are you doing this? We both know this is a stupid idea, Bonnie is my best friend and you’re her new brother. Sex isn’t important enough to cause problems with my friend.” “I don’t just want sex,” he growls. “Then what do you want?” I ask, hating how weak I sound. I enjoy sex, I love orgasms, but I’ve never been the type of girl who is guided by her vagina, or at least not until Huck fucking Barnett came into my life. “I already told you. I want to own you,” he tells me, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Let go of me,” I say, my resolve weakening by the second when I’m this close to him. “No.” “I don’t want you here,” I cry, forcing the words out. “Liar.” “Please just go.” “I can’t,” he says, his voice thick, the only outward sign that he cares about me at all. “Why not?” I plead. “Because I’ve tried, Peaches, and I just can’t leave you alone.”

“I think you like it when I get a bit rough, don’t you, Peaches?” My lips part but I don’t speak, pushing my mouth against his hungrily instead. He pulls me back and glares at me. “I expect an answer.” “I want you to fuck me,” I purr, not interested in his dirty talk right now. I want his hands and tongue and cock to do dirty things to me instead. “Is that what you need, baby? You need me to rip your jeans down, bend you over the couch and fuck you?”

“This wasn’t what I had planned for this first time tonight. I was gonna eat you, stretch you out with my fingers and tongue. I was gonna take it slow, show you what it feels like to be owned by me.” I feel his body curve over me, I’m exposed from the waist down, but he’s yet to touch me and I’m almost vibrating with need for him. His lips press against my ear and I flinch, feeling his hot breath. “Is this what you need, Peaches? To be claimed, taken.” I whimper again as he grinds his hard dick into my ass cheek, making sure I can feel how ready he is for me. “Answer the question, baby, is this what you need?” “Yes,” I pant, my voice raspy and desperate.

“Grip my fingers, show me how much you want my dick,” he orders. I squeeze my internal muscles and push back onto him, silently begging him to move, and growling with frustration when he pulls his fingers free and doesn’t immediately replace them with his dick. “Huck,” I whine. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he taunts. “I want you to fuck me.” “How do you want it, Peaches? Do you want me to take it nice and slow, tease you until the only thing you can do is beg for me to let you come, or do you want it hard and fast like you belong to me, like you’re my own personal fuck toy?”

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast like I belong to you, like I’m your own personal fuck toy.”

“So fucking tight, fucking perfect, never felt so fucking good,” he grunts as he fucks me with abandon, not holding back, taking me like he owns me, just like he told me he would.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” I cry. “Huck, oh god, Huck.” “You’re mine, Peaches, this pussy is mine, all of you is mine,” he snarls, as his thrusts become erratic. He slams into me, once, twice then growls as he slams deep, his hips jerking as he comes.

“Your cum is dripping out of my pussy, Huck, how do you even know I’m on birth control? I could be pregnant, one of us could have a disease. What the hell were you thinking? What the hell was I thinking, assuming you would just be careful?” I cry. “Breeding you wouldn’t be a problem for me and I’m clean, you are too.” “Breeding me, what the fuck? I’m not cattle.”

“Look, I think you should go.” “No,” he hisses, his knee making the mattress dip when his palm wraps around the back of my neck and he tilts my head, forcing me to look up at him. “I don’t know what you think this is, but this isn’t a hook up, it’s not a one time situation, or scratching an itch. I want you, you want me. I want to lick and fuck and own this cunt,” he growls, cupping my sex with his fingers, stroking my folds and parting me, before he pushes two fingers into me. “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.”

“We are not together, Huck—” “Yes, we are,” he calmly interrupts. “And when did that happen? What, you just decided that on your own?” I shout, grabbing the shower gel and scrubbing it over my body. “You decided it when you bent yourself over your couch and begged me to fuck you like I owned you,” he says, an edge of annoyance breaking through his calm tone. “That was just sex,” I cry. “I like sex, so sue me. The control thing was hot, the dirty talk was hot, but it was just fun.” “You telling me if I climbed in that shower and touched you right now, you wouldn’t be wet for me? That if I pushed your face against the tile, you wouldn’t stay where I put you and let me fuck you from behind? That you wouldn’t do anything I fucking tell you to do, because we both know you want this as much as I do?”

“I though women were the ones who were supposed to get clingy after sex, not men. You’re supposed to have snuck out this morning, not stuck around to get all midlife crisis on me.” His laugh is low and easy. “Sorry baby, not gonna happen. I’m not clingy, I’m just not gonna disrespect my woman by fucking you and then walking out.”

“It didn’t bother you the first time we fucked,” I barb. “You weren’t mine then.” “I’m not yours now.” Holding me tight he leaves the bedroom, strides into the living room and lowers me to sit on the kitchen counter. Ripping the towel from around me, he throws it in the direction of the bathroom, then cages me in, his hands resting on the counter on either side of me. “Listen up, Peaches. You are mine. There’s no negotiating, no bullshit boyfriend and girlfriend crap, I’m too old for that shit. We’re together, so you don’t touch other guys, you don’t date, flirt, or encourage anyone and I do the same. I like sex and I won’t fucking use condoms, so don’t bother asking ‘cause I plan to fill your cunt, your mouth and your ass with my cum as often as I can.”

“There’s no fighting it, this is happening because if you think Beau was bull headed, you haven’t seen anything yet. I won’t take no for an answer, because you told me you wanted me to own you and now I do.” Dumbstruck, I just stare at him. “No, bullshit. That’s not how relationships work, you don’t just get to decide I’m yours.” “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.”

“Can we just stick with the amazing sex?” I blurt after several sips of my coffee. His smile is wide and full of dirty promise. “We can have all the dirty sex you can imagine, Peaches, you’re just gonna be mine while we’re doing it. You’ll be mine when we start, mine when my dick is buried deep inside of you and mine after we’re done and my cum is dripping out of you.” Sighing, I shake my head. “I’m not on board for that. How about fuck buddies?” “I’m not negotiating, Cora.” His voice drops an octave lower, his eyes darkening as he uses my name, instead of Peaches or baby. “Maybe a date?” “I’ll take you on a date, but it won’t make a difference. You’ll still belong to me.”

maybe us Barnett’s are only laidback until we meet the right woman, then we become paranoid, over the top cavemen nightmares.

When we got home from the bar last night and she bent over her couch, I thought about using a condom. Hell in normal circumstances it’s second nature, I don’t even have to consider it, my dick’s wrapped before I’ve even gotten her underwear off. But with Cora I just couldn’t stand the thought of not being flesh to flesh with her. I wanted her to know how it felt to be fucked by me, my hard cock in her wet pussy. I wanted to fill her with my cum and watch it drip out of her cunt. I wanted to own her in the most basic way, by branding her from the inside with my seed.

“So, you’re not fucking her best friend?” Beau asks, laughter obvious in his tone. “Watch your mouth, big brother,” I warn. “Oh fuck,” he shouts, laughing so hard, he’s wiping tears from his eyes. “I saw the way you were looking at her, but I wasn’t sure. She yours?” “Yep, all mine.”

“What’s going on with her and that Mitchell guy? Is he gonna be a problem?” “He’s the ex that won’t take the hint. I’m hoping seeing her with me last night might have made him understand it’s time to move on, if not I’ll have a word, make sure he understands she belongs to me now,” I growl, forcing my fists to unclench.

“Come here, Peaches, I want your cunt sitting on my face.”

“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.”

“Ride my dick, Peaches,” I order. “Condom,” she says on a moan. “No,” I snarl, rolling my hips and grinding my dick into her. “Yes.” “No, there’s nothing between us now, Peaches, just you and me. Ride me. I want to feel your cunt dragging up and down my cock.”

I can see the argument on her lips, so I grip her tighter, wrapping my free hand around her hip and guide her back and then forward, slowly rolling my dick in and out. Her tongue bobs out and wets her lower lip as a silent moan escapes her. Moving her again, I grind my hips at the same time, lifting her off my cock, before guiding her back down again. Her eyes fall closed and she grinds her hips, instinctually falling into the rhythm of riding me. I release my grip on her, slowly grinding with her, unable to give up control even from the bottom. Moaning lightly, her movements gradually become more insistent as I keep her forehead pinned to mine, forcing her to be in the moment, reminding her that she’s mine with every slide of my cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Finding her clit with my thumb, I press circles against it, using her momentum to tease her. Her lips part and she moans long and loud, her rhythm stuttering for a minute as she arches her back and pushes her clit into my touch.

“It would be so much easier to resist you if the sex was shit,” she laughs against my collarbone. “I wouldn’t give up. You’re mine and that’s not changing.”

With my dick still inside of her, I pull her forward to lay on my chest, wrapping my arms around her back and hugging her, needing this closeness.

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

This is right, this is perfect and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

“Get dressed, Peaches, or I’m gonna forget the self-control I’m trying really hard to find right now and fuck you up against that wall.”

Huck lowers me to the bed, crawling over me, spreading my thighs wide. I wait for his dick to fill me again, but instead he reaches down and slowly caresses my folds before filling me with two fingers. It takes me a minute to realize he’s pushing his cum back into me, literally using his fingers to force it back into my pussy. I should be appalled, but I’m not, in fact I kind of love

His eyes are heated and full of an emotion I don’t fully understand. “You’re gonna smell like us all day. I fucking love that, Peaches. I love that when you move, the smell of us will follow you, reminding you that you’re mine, that I own you,” he rasps.

“He wants you,” Huck growls, his grip on my neck tightening for a moment, before he loosens it again. “Maybe,” I shrug. “He can’t have you.” “Maybe,” I shrug again, feeling a sense of power fill me. I’m spun in Huck’s arms, caged against a wall before I even have time to process that we’ve moved. His hand forces it’s way between my legs, cupping my pussy and grinding the heel against my clit. “No fucking maybe about it, Peaches. He. Can’t. Fucking. Have. You. And if he tries, I’ll fucking kill him,” he hisses angrily, his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with barely restrained fury. “This cunt belongs to me now; you need to fucking remember that.”

“You don’t get to come, Peaches, I’m pissed at you and I want you to feel this dissatisfaction all day. Remember that I fucking own this cunt. Your tits, your mouth, your cunt, your ass, they all belong to me now, and I won’t fucking tolerate you allowing anyone else to even think they have a chance at touching them, just like I expect you not to tolerate anyone thinking they get to touch what’s yours either.” “So your dick’s mine, these fingers, your tongue, your mouth?” I pant. “All fucking yours.” He grunts, pulling his fingers out of me and leaving me feeling empty and bereft. “Huck,” I whine. “Don’t fucking start, baby, you caused this,” he snarls,

“See you later,” I call, walking away from the building, intent on ignoring him and walking to work. “Don’t start with me, Cora, I’m hard as a fucking rock, I’m pissed and I’m gonna be late if I have to chase your ass down.” “I’m pissed at you too, Huck, so you do you and I’ll do me.” “Get in the fucking car or I swear to god I’ll pull down your fucking panties right here in the street and spank your ass until I’m good and calm.”

“You behaving like this because I won’t let you come?” “I’m just ready to go to work and have a little breathing space.” “That’s not what I asked you, is it?” “Yes okay. Yes, I’m pissed that you’ve left me hanging, alright. I have had a litany of selfish, asshole ex’s who didn’t care if they left me unsatisfied, or had no idea that I hadn’t come. But you left me feeling like this deliberately and I hate that,” I confess on a rush, the words bursting from me.

“I’m sorry.” “What?” I question. “I’m sorry. I wanted to keep you on edge, I wanted you to feel my possession, my ownership. I wanted you understand the sense of proprietary I feel for you. I wanted to make you understand how crazy it makes me feel to think about someone else wanting you and you not hating that idea. I know this is all fucking quick and intense, but I also know you’re in this as deep as I am, I can see it, even if you can’t admit it or tell me yet. But I never… Never, want to make you feel like I’m doing something to deliberately hurt you.”

he leads me across to the counter and leads us both behind it. He positions me facing the door, my hands on the wooden surface as he parts my legs and sinks to the floor behind me. Pulling my panties aside, his tongue finds my slit and my knees buckle as he runs the flat of his tongue through my folds, lapping at me like I’m his favourite ice cream and he doesn’t want to lose a drop of the sweet cream.

“You smell like sex and me, it’s fucking perfect. Tell me you’re mine, baby, I need to hear it.” I pause, knowing that I shouldn’t encourage him, even though I really want to. “I’m yours,” I whisper.