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

by Gemma Weir

“Peaches, shut the fuck up.” Then leaning down, I silence her with my lips, pressing my mouth to hers.

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.

“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.

‘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.

His hand presses down into the center of my back pinning me in place, fucking me until I’m barely coherent. An orgasm smashes into me, taking my breath as I whine and whimper while he just keeps fucking me, slamming into me with single minded intent. I feel his dick harden even more and I work my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until he grunts, slamming once so deep I feel it in my throat before he comes with a roar.

“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.”

“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.”

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

“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.”

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

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.

“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.

“I’m serious, Huck. You guys are intense, like really over the top stalker intense. You don’t see it because you’re falling fast and hard, but she’s my best friend and has been for a lot longer than you’ve been my brother. If I have to draw a line in the sand and pick a side, it’ll be hers.”

“She’s mine,” Huck growls. “Well, she was mine first. I’m willing to share, but only if that’s what she wants,” Bonnie snaps, raising her voice a little.

“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.”

“Honestly, she’d probably put on something to rile me up so I’ll spank her,”

“Holstead, I thought I was pretty clear earlier that I wasn’t going to put up with this shit any more. Cora and I are together, she’s moving in with me, I plan on marrying her and having as many babies as she’ll give me. You had your chance and you blew it. That’s not my problem, but what is my problem, is when you keep turning up and trying to take what’s mine.”

none of those reasons seem good enough to explain why I took away her choice, why I forced a pregnancy she isn’t ready for on her,

the guys hold Huck down. He really wants to speak to you, he even took a swing for Beau when he told him to just let me talk to you first.

or when I even decide to do it, if I actually do make the decision. My fingers clench into fists as I push up onto my knees, turn to face him, then swing my arm as hard as I can and punch him in the dick.

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.”