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

by Gemma Weir

She looks like sin… and I’ve never been a saint.

or the fucked up sex scenes on a dodgy made for tv film that shouldn’t be sexy but really make you horny.

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.

‘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.

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.

“My name, Peaches, I want you to scream my name when you come,” he growls,

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.

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’m not saying these things to degrade her, but I don’t just want her to be my girl, I want to own her on a primitive level, I want her to be more mine than hers. My woman, my belonging, my toy, and I want her to want it as much as I do.

“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.”

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

“You’re mine, Peaches, this pussy is mine, all of you is mine,” he snarls,

I’d pretty much let him manhandle me however the fuck he wants if it means I don’t have to find the energy to walk myself into my bedroom.

It’s not exactly the nicest way to greet the man who gave me multiple orgasms last night, but in my defense, I assumed he’d already gone.

“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.”

“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.”

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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

I wanted to own her in the most basic way, by branding her from the inside with my seed.

want her, and from the way she’s looking up at me, she wants me too. I’m only a human, a man, and she’s mine, it’s impossible to resist.

“Come on, baby, bring that wet pussy up here and ride my face,

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

Pressing mute, I activate the closed captions and watch a familiar show, barely seeing it as all my attention stays on my woman in my arms. This is right, this is perfect and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

This morning he’s not the domineering man who gave me no choice about being his, he’s an attentive lover who dotes on his woman and I can’t help but melt into the role he’s cast me in.

“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.”

Laughing, he presses his lips against mine and kisses me like he owns the very breath in my lungs and I love it.

I’m not blind enough to deny whatever’s happening between us, but I’d still prefer it be casual, rather than this ‘I own you’ stuff that I find far too appealing.

“Peaches, you’re making this really unnecessarily complicated,” he smiles. “Relax, it’s just breakfast.” “It’s weird,” I confess on a rush. “What’s weird? Eating with me?” “You being here, cooking for me, us eating together, it’s all just weird,” I rush out. “Maybe weird is just the prelude to awesome,” he laughs,

The way he’s touching me right now feels like it describes him perfectly. Soft and gentle, but dominant and possessive, Huck is a contradiction in terms and with every new thing I discover about him, the more drawn to him I feel, and for more than just sex.

“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.”

My dad sat all of us boys down when we were younger and told us how the first time he saw our mama, he knew she was his. He told us it hit him like a mac truck and from that moment on his life revolved around her. Until Cora, I thought it was bullshit. Now, it makes perfect sense.

Peaches – I think I might need to soak ALONE! Me – Sorry I don’t understand that word. Peaches – Alone - adjective - having no one else present. Me – Nope, never heard of it. Remind me, who do you belong

“How old are you exactly? Because, sweetie, I think your age is showing. Us young folk, we can have a relationship and still be independent, it’s a modern thing, you probably didn’t have that kind of thing back when you were my age,” she giggles.

“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 could watch me now; I don’t need the toys to show you how I touch myself.” Grabbing his crotch with this hand, he rearranges his dick, narrowing his eyes. “Who does that pussy belong to, Peaches?” “Me,” I wink. “Wrong answer, baby. Try again, who owns that pussy?” “You do,” I say, trailing my fingers over my stomach towards my sex.

Parting my lips, I start to argue but his mouth collides with mine, and I’m lost and found by him all in a fraction of a second. Unable to resist, I let myself drown in him, knowing that he’ll keep me afloat.

Pulling back from our kiss, his eyes drop to take me in. “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful and all mine.” He’s not really talking to me, but I bask in the ownership in his tone, shuddering a little at how much I’m beginning to love his territorial nature.

“When we were little, Mom told us that Dad picked every tree for every log he used to build this place and that he only picked the happy trees, so this house was built with happiness and love at its core.”

“You’re mine, Cora, he can’t fucking have you.” “I’m yours, I don’t want him,” I assure him, trying to soothe the beast. “I won’t give you up.” “I’m not asking you to,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck.

Me – This is MY body and my life, asshole, and nothing you say or do now will change any decision I make. You might be the father of MY child, but you’ll be nothing to me. You destroyed us the moment you decided to play God and forced me to get pregnant without my consent. Eventually I might forgive you, but I can’t see a way I’ll ever get past this. You did this to us, and now you need to try to learn how to show me enough respect to stop calling when I ask.

I won’t let you leave me; I won’t let you run, because I don’t exist without you, not anymore.

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.”