Owned By The Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men Book 2)

by Gemma Weir

  Forcing one foot in front of the other, I extend the distance between us until I’m at the front door. Swallowing thickly, I close my eyes and try to think of anything other than her on her bed desperate and willing. But my dick has a life of its own, pressing against my pants like it can take over and actually lead me back to the bedroom and between Cora’s thighs.

  Grabbing the lock from where I left it on the side table by the front door, I force myself not to turn around, until a sound makes me pause. A low buzzing noise fills the air, then a creak like the moving of bed springs. Spinning around I stare at her bedroom door, all of my attention focused on the sound.

  My feet move without thought and before I even realize, I’m in front of her bedroom like the obsessed madman that I’ve now become. The consistent buzzing continues, followed by the bed moving and the occasional soft whimper and I know. I know that behind this door Cora is getting herself off, fucking herself or touching herself with a vibrator.

  She’s mere feet away from me, pleasuring her pussy that should be full of my fingers, tongue or cock with a plastic toy. I listen intently, waiting to hear her come. I shouldn’t be listening, but we both know this show is as much for me as it is for her.

  She knows I’m here; she knows I won’t be able to resist listening to her, or maybe she doesn’t care. Maybe I’m making this about me when she’s only thinking of herself, only thinking about sating the burning lust I provoked then walked away from.

  My chest’s heaving as I listen to her gasping breaths become more pronounced. I could push the door open and watch; I could take over and torture her the way she’s torturing me, but I stay put. She doesn’t belong to me and as much as she’s become an obsession, it’s unfair to both of us if I go in there when touching her would cause nothing but hassle for both of us. Perhaps she could give herself to me then walk away, but I know I wouldn’t be able to and then she’d really hate me.

  Frozen, I listen, the low buzzing filling the silent apartment, her mattress creaking as I imagine her rolling her hips, her hands hold the toy between her thighs. Holding my breath, I wait, knowing her release must be coming soon.

  I know the exact moment she comes, my body in tuned with hers already, my dick twitching, wanting to be inside of her, wanting to feel her heat clamp down on me when she explodes.

  Soft moans and whimpers turn keening and then a low, “fuck,” floats through the air. I wish I knew what she was thinking, imagining, fantasizing when she finally fell off that peak.

  Are her thoughts as filthy as mine?

  My hand finds my dick and I squeeze tightly, refusing to come in my pants like a green fucking preteen. Finally feeling a little more in control, I turn away from the door, swallowing down the words that are trying to burst from my mouth. The taunting words that ask her if she wants to know how it feels to fucked by a real man instead of a dildo. To mock her orgasm and tease her with how if she were mine, I’d make her take my fingers, how I’d lick her from clit to ass and edge her until she was completely incoherent and all she could do was beg.

  My hands move on autopilot, removing her lock and replacing it with the keypad that will keep her safe when I’m not around. Her shower turns on, so I close my eyes and start humming a song to myself to block out the sound and image of her naked and wet only feet from where I’m standing.

  When I’m done, my dick is so hard it hurts, there’s a constant pulsing ache in my balls and I’m so angry, I’m on the verge of breaking all of my self-imposed rules because I don’t know if I can stay away.

  Her bedroom door opens and she steps into the living/kitchen space, dressed in tiny ass shorts and a shirt that’s falling off one shoulder. Her red hair is long and wet, the strands resting on the neck of her shirt, making the fabric wet and almost see through.

  Ignoring me, she walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, pulling something out and placing it on the counter.

  “I’m done, let me show you how to set the code,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable.

  “Just leave me the instruction manual, I can figure it out on my own. Let me know how much I owe you for the lock.”

  “Peaches, don’t fucking push me right now. Get your ass over here and let me show you how to set the fucking code.”

  7

  Cora

  Sighing dramatically, I drop the pack of hamburgers in my hand to the counter as hard as I can, enjoying the thud it makes before I slowly start to move towards him.

  Despite the two orgasms I’ve given myself in the last twenty minutes, they’ve done nothing to take the edge off the almost furious lust filled anger that’s lacing my blood and filling every vein. He taunted me with all the ways he’s fantasized about me, told me he’s going to make me hate him, then turned me on again, carried me into my bedroom and then just fucking left.

  I couldn’t just sit on my bed humiliated and alone while he was acting like he was completely unaffected by me. So instead, I tried to torture him too, pulling out my vibrator and trying to deny I was pretending it was him fucking me not a sex toy. The whole time hoping he could hear me and was listening.

  But looking at him, it’s clear he doesn’t give a fuck. To me he’s the ultimate temptation, but his eyes say I was merely a passing fancy that’s lost its shine. Slowly closing the distance between us I cross my arms across my chest, trying to hide the way my nipples are pebbled and aching.

  “What do you want the code to be, it’s four numbers?” he asks, his voice rough.

  “Just show me how to set it with 1234, then I’ll change it to the number I want once you’re gone.”

  His laugh is gravelly and amused. “You have to hold down the handle, press this button, then this one, then type in the code you want, then press this button and let the handle go.”

  “Okay thanks. So how much do I owe you?” I ask, stepping away from him, hoping that some distance will cool the heat that’s pooling in my core just from being this close to him.

  Closing the distance between us, he smiles mockingly, leaning in until I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek. “I didn’t pay for the show you put on earlier, so we’ll call it even.”

  I don’t know why I didn’t expect him to call me on the bullshit of getting my vibrator out and making myself come barely twenty feet from where he was, but I just didn’t. I figured he’d listen and take it as the fuck you it was meant to be. Heat fills my cheeks and I close my eyes for a second before opening them. “You left me with a serious case of blue bean, I was just relieving some tension,” I retort with as much bravado as I can muster.

  “Blue bean?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “What, you think men have the monopoly on blue balls? You started something then pussied out, I finished the job.”

  Throwing his head back he laughs, the sound instantly dissolving the tension I hadn’t realized was becoming almost oppressive between us. His laugh is infectious and I feel my lips twitching up at the sides. I fight it, not wanting to share this moment with him. He’s an asshole, a blue bean creating asshole and I hate him. I mean, maybe hate is a strong word, maybe dislike is more appropriate, or perhaps annoyed. Yes, I’m annoyed with him. But I still want him. In fact, the sound of his amusement, the tone of his laugh has me tingling.

  “Fuck, Peaches, you’re not gonna make this easy, are you?” he asks, shaking his head as he smiles widely at me.

  “Make what easy?”

  “Staying away from you.”

  “You showed up here, Huck, I didn’t come to you. In fact, I haven’t come to you at all, this is all you.”

  The smile fades from his lips and he nods. “I want to fuck you.”

  “Twenty minutes ago, you wanted me to hate you,” I mock, my voice taking on a seductive note that I’ve never heard before.

  “You can hate me after.”

  Strong hands reach for me and he yanks me into his chest, his lips finding mine as one hand slides beneath my ass, lifting me up and encouraging me to wrap
my legs around his waist.

  I don’t bother fighting him, I want him to touch me, to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in the world. Locking my ankles around his back I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back, battling his tongue for dominance when he forces his way into my mouth.

  There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way we’re touching each other, this isn’t romance, it’s primal need and we claw at each other as he carries me into my bedroom, pushing me off him until my feet hit the floor.

  Biting my bottom lip, I gasp, staring up into lust drenched eyes. “Naked. Now,” he growls, ripping his shirt up over his head and throwing it to the floor.

  Dragging my top over my head, I unclasp my bra and push my pants and panties down in one go, my chest heaving. I glare at him while he glares at me, his hands at his waist unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down, revealing the thickest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

  We’re both naked and just staring at each other, it’s the most intense moment I think I’ve ever experienced, and yet I don’t feel awkward or like I should cover up. His eyes hungrily rake over me, making me feel more beautiful than ever. His dick is hard and dripping with clear liquid, the head wide and red. It’s not the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, but it’s by far the thickest. Both my mouth and my vagina are watering in anticipation.

  Reaching down, he takes his dick in hand, spreading the precum from the tip down his length, working himself in long, slow strokes. “I want to fuck your mouth,” he growls.

  Nodding, I drop to my knees in front of him, and reach for him, only for him to bat my hands away.

  “Open up, Peaches.”

  Parting my lips, I open my mouth and he slides the head over my bottom lip, pushing the tip onto my tongue. 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.

  His fingers tangle with my hair, his grip tight as he slowly fills my mouth with his length. The taste of his velvety flesh coats my tongue and I hum around his dick, loving the shudder that runs through him.

  “Fuck, you love that don’t you,” he groans, pulling my hair as he works his hips back, then pushes forward, filling my mouth again. Going to work on his cock, I suck and lick as he fucks my mouth, never pushing so far that I gag.

  Grabbing the backs of his thighs I push my face forward until I’m deep throating his cock, enjoying the way he hisses, his knees buckling slightly. Hollowing out my cheeks, I work his dick until it swells in my mouth and I know he’s moments away from coming. I brace myself to swallow when he drags his dick free of my mouth and spills his seed all over my breasts with a feral growl.

  “Get on the fucking bed, legs spread,” he snarls, his eyes flashing with fire when he takes in the mess his release has made on my chest.

  Pulling my hair out of the way I climb onto the bed, lying back, bending my knees and planting my heels on the mattress before I spread my legs, exposing myself to him. I can feel his hot gaze on me, moving from the glistening beads of cum dripping from my tits, down my body to my wet pussy.

  “Fuck, Peaches, the way you look coated in my cum.”

  Planting a knee on the bed, his hands land on my thighs and he parts me further, licking his lips as he stares down at me. “That’s a pretty pussy, baby, just a tiny neat line of red hair. Fucking perfect. Do you taste as sweet as you look? I bet you do. I bet you taste like peaches,” he drawls, leaning down and running his tongue along my sex as I shudder with delight.

  “My name, Peaches, I want you scream my name when you come,” he growls, as he starts to devour me, thrusting two fingers into my soaking core as he licks and nips at my clit.

  His attention is relenting, not giving me a moment to breath, as he fucks my sex with his fingers and flicks my clit until I’m screaming his name and coming so hard, I swear I black out for a minute. He makes me come twice more before he finally pulls his fingers from me and licks them clean.

  Grabbing his wallet from his jeans, he pulls a condom out and slides it on, returning to me a moment later and grabbing my legs. Expecting him to pull me closer, I shriek when he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach, dragging me to the end of the bed and pushing my knees up into my chest before he fills me in one quick thrust.

  His dick is so wide my pussy feels like it’s being split in two, and I cry out when he immediately pulls out them slams back home again. “Relax baby, you’re so wet, just breathe,” he orders, his voice tight as he slowly retreats then slides back into me again, pushing a little deeper with each stroke until his hips are flush with my ass with each thrust.

  “Oh fuck, oh god,” I chant.

  “Huck, not god, only my name, Peaches, only my name,” he hisses, alternating between slamming into me and taking my breath with the force and slowly fucking me, dragging his cock over every one of my sensitive nerve endings.

  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.

  His weight settles onto my back and I feel the heat of his lips on the base of my spine. Wincing, I try not to tense as he pulls out of me, not even bothering to turn my head while he moves off the bed to dispose of the condom.

  Sighing, I clamber up to the pillows, pulling back the comforter and climbing beneath the sheets, sighing happily as I bury my face and close my eyes. I’m exhausted in the best way. My sex feels sore but I’m more sated than I think I’ve ever been.

  I hear him walk back in from the bathroom, but I don’t speak, there isn’t anything to say. Hopefully he’ll just go before this becomes any more awkward than it has to be. We had sex, fantastic, orgasmic, mind blowing sex, but at the end of the day it was just sex. We didn’t talk about marriage or babies or commitment. It was just sex, and right now I need Huck to act like any other guy would after a one-night stand and just leave.

  I swallow my groan when his knee hits the bed, jostling the mattress. His lips press against my cheek as his palm cups my ass, squeezing, before smacking me lightly. “See you later, Peaches.”

  Smiling, I lift my hand and place it under my cheek. “Bye Huck.”

  My body is deliciously sore when I wake up the next morning, my chest crispy and disgusting from the remnants of Huck’s cum I never bothered to clean off me before I crashed last night. Wincing a little, I crawl out of bed, my stomach growling when I remember I never had a chance to eat last night.

  A shower rejuvenates me and by the time I’m dressed and ready for work, the only reminder of last night’s escapades are the protests of my internal muscles with every step I take. I’m going to feel his touch all day. Swallowing down a moan, I try to force thoughts of last night from my mind. Stepping into the kitchen, I find the stuff I left on the counter gone, and my cell phone plugged into the charger next to the coffee machine along with a note.

  Peaches,

  I’ve set your lock code to 0427, I didn’t want to leave it as 1234 while you were sleeping.

  Huck

  I’m relieved to see he hasn’t made any mention of sex or us hooking up again, we both know this has to be a one-night thing, and a clear break with some fun memories is the best way to deal with what happened between us.

  Making my usual breakfast smoothie, I pour it into a to-go bottle, slide my feet into my pumps and head out the door. Pulling it shut behind me I panic slightly, trying to remember the code I only looked at three seconds ago. Why does that happen? Why do you always forget a number the moment you decide you need to write it down. It takes a moment, but the number comes to the surface of my thoughts again and I push it i
nto the keypad and turn the handle, relieved that I’m not already locked out of my home.

  Quickly typing the number into the notes section on my cell, I chuckle to myself and start the walk to work. Each step makes my core pull and twinge, it’s not painful, but the ache is a constant reminder of what happened last night.

  Opening the door to the store, I quickly go through the motions of setting up ready for the day ahead. But instead of my normal enthusiasm, I feel almost on autopilot and no matter how much I try not to think about it, my thoughts keep going back to Huck, to the way he touched me, how he took ownership of my body… even if it was only for an hour.

  What happened between us was just as much my fault as it was his, but I don’t regret the sex. What I regret is knowing how weird it’s going to be the next time I see him and have to try and forget that I know what his dick tastes like.

  Bonnie is my best friend and I won’t lose her over a quick fuck, no matter how mind bending the orgasms were. Forcing myself to ignore the almost constant stream of dirty images my mind has been replaying on a loop, I throw myself into work until Mom arrives to take over for the rest of the day.

  “Hey sweetie,” she says with a smile the moment she steps through the door.

  “Hi Mom,” I wave, distracted only for a moment before I go back to ringing up the outfit I helped Mrs. Biggs pick out.

  “Thank you so much, Cora, I can’t wait to wear this to my niece’s baby shower next week,” Mrs. Biggs gushes, handing over her credit card for me to run.

  “I’m sure you’ll have a fantastic time, Mrs. Biggs. Make sure you take some photos and bring them in to show me,” I smile, handing her the card machine so she can enter her pin.