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

by Gemma Weir

“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’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?”

“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.”

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.”