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

by Gemma Weir

Just the way he touched me tonight gave me a glimpse of 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.

For the record, I don't think the 'yes, sir' stuff is BS.

I’m firmly in the ‘an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away’ school of thought.

I know most women give blowjobs because the man wants them to, or because it’s an equitable oral trade off, but I love giving head. I love the power it gives me and the power it takes away when I’m in such a vulnerable position.

sometimes being wrong just feels too right to care about the consequences.

He chuckles, and the sound hits my clit like it came with batteries.

I’ve never understood society’s need to shame women who enjoy sex,

Every word that comes out of his mouth manages to both compel and repel me at the same time.

This is what a man should give to a woman, a sense of confidence, of unwavering

If I knew more about computers, I’m pretty sure I could track her cell or her credit cards or something, but I’m a fucking lumberjack and the only thing I know how to do is swing an axe and drive machinery.