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

by Gemma Weir

“All mine. I own you, you own me,” he sighs into my neck. “You know this is stupid quick, right? I wanted a good fuck, how the hell did we end up here?” “Because this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.” Pressing a soft kiss to my neck, he releases me and circles the counter, leaning over the front of it to claim my mouth in a hard, but gentle kiss. “Bye,” I whisper. “Remember who you belong to. I’ll still fucking maim anyone who thinks they can take you from me. See you later, Peaches.” Then he leaves and I watch him go, wondering how he managed to turn my life so upside down in such a short space of time and why I like it so much.

Cora has me wound so tight I’m agitated, which I shouldn’t be, considering I’ve been fucking her like it’s the end of the world for the last few days. I have never felt this way about a woman, never had this intense feeling of ownership. My mama would slap me up the side of the head if she ever heard me saying I owned a woman, but I don’t care, Cora is mine and I feel it down to my fucking core. This possession, this basic need for her scares the shit out of me, because I know I’m forcing this on her and I’m not even sure she really wants it. She likes me, she wants to fuck me, but she’s not ready for a serious relationship, marriage and babies, but I just don’t care.

I know if I give her time she’ll throw herself into this just as deep as I am, but I’m not a patient man. I won’t give her up, I won’t give her space, I won’t give her an inch, so I’m forcing the future to jump up and meet us.

I stole her pill yesterday, gave her a fake one today and I plan to do the same for as long as I can get away with it. I want her pregnant, I want her tied to me, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to get my baby growing in her belly. It’s wrong and deceitful, and at some point she’ll figure out what I’m doing, but I don’t care, by then she’ll be so undisputedly mine I know she’ll eventually understand why I’m doing this.

“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’ve never considered being with someone who takes control, but this feels okay, it feels strange, but not wrong. Maybe the next time he does something over the top ridiculous I’ll regret this moment, but for now, I go with it. Because really, what’s the worst that could happen?

“I’m not moving in with you,” I say again, like repeating my declaration will make him get it. “Don’t worry about that right now. Right now, we’re gonna eat the nice dinner I’ve made, then we’re gonna go back to our room and I’m gonna cuff you to the bed and do what I promised you I would.” His voice lowers and he exhales raggedly against my ear. “I’m gonna use all those sex toys on my own little sex toy. I’m gonna make you scream so loud you can’t speak tomorrow, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me every time you breathe, and I’m gonna fill you with so much of my cum you’ll smell like me for a week and I can’t fucking wait.”

“Peaches, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m not a two nights a week sleepover kind of a man.” Her eyes are wide, but she’s not scared of me, or worried about me losing my shit, if anything she looks amused. “Maybe you should get used to it.” “Never going to happen. I need you all night, every night, I want every morning, hell I want all day every day. I want you all the time, your ass in my lap, your wet pussy grinding against my dick. I want to steal you away and take you to an island so I never have to share you with anyone ever again.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share, I plan to be selfish with you and I want you in our bed, in our room every night for the rest of our lives and I’ll do whatever the fuck I have to do to make that happen.”

“Fuck, Peaches, I want you so bad. I’ll be home soon; stay in bed, I want you naked and wet for me. Play with those toys of yours but don’t come, you only come for me now.” “Huck,” I say, realizing how breathy and desperate I sound. “I’m serious, baby, your orgasms are mine, I’ll be there soon.”

I thought this all-consuming need would settle but instead it’s getting worse. I need her tied to me, unable to leave, permanently bound to me. I want a ring on her finger and my baby in her belly and I don’t want to wait for either. My mind goes to the pills in the bathroom cabinet and the fact that I’ve been feeding her the sugar pills every day for the last week. She has no idea she could already be pregnant, and after the conversation we had today about her not wanting to start a family yet, I’m sure she’s going to be plenty angry with me if she finds out what I’ve done. But I want to breed her and make her unrefutably mine more than anything, so I’ll take her anger when it comes.

My inner fucking caveman is telling me to hunt her ass down, drag her home then tie her to my bed and fuck her into submission, but that’s pretty hard to do when I have no fucking idea where she is.

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.”