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

by Gemma Weir

  Even without him blatantly spelling it out, I know that walking into this house with him is a big deal. I like Huck a lot, he’s sweet, overbearing, bossy, and incredibly sexy. He’s given me more orgasms in the last couple of days than all of my ex-boyfriends and lovers put together, but I just don’t know if I’m as ready to be in a serious relationship as Huck is expecting.

  It’s not that I don’t want him—I do—it’s more that I’m twenty-one… and that’s young, that’s spread your wild oats age, not settle down, get married and have kids age. Mitchell suggesting we get married was enough to send me running for the hills, so why the hell am I here, knowing that Huck is so much more capable of tying me down than my asshole ex ever was?

  My brain is screaming at me to run, to get out while I can, to become a lesbian and get a cat, or go do the eat, pray, love mountain thing, anything that gets me away from here and taking this enormous step with a guy I barely know. But my heart is moving me forward, literally taking step after step, my hand held tightly by this guy who has made me feel more in the last couple of days than any man I’ve ever met.

  “Huck…” I start, hearing how torn I feel.

  Instead of speaking, he just drags me into his arms, keeping hold of my fingers with his as he grips a handful of my hair in the other. “Do you trust me?”

  “I barely know you,” I whisper.

  “You trust me with your body, you trust me in your home, so do you trust me?”

  Taking a moment, I scan his face, taking in every detail. The smattering of freckles across his nose, the slight bump that says he might have broken it at some point, his sharp cheek bones and square jaw. His full pouty lips that beg to be kissed. He’s gorgeous, but it’s his eyes that change everything. They burn with something. Need? Want? The amber color has gone molten, almost glowing in the soft twilight that’s surrounding us. His eyes tell a thousand truths about so much more than want and need.

  “Yes, I trust you,” I whisper softly.

  “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?”

  I nod, my heart beating so fast it feels like it could burst from my chest, but I feel oddly calm, like giving him the responsibility to make this work has taken a weight from my shoulders. I’ve never considered being with someone who takes control, but this feels okay, it feels strange, but not wrong. Maybe the next time he does something over the top ridiculous I’ll regret this moment, but for now, I go with it. Because really, what’s the worst that could happen?

  Smiling widely, Huck kisses me until my knees buckle and my panties are so wet I need to change them, then while I’m still dazed, he leads me forward, opening the door and pulling me inside.

  The house isn’t what I’m expecting. I remember his mom passing away about ten years ago, so I think I imagined the place to be decorated with an air of frat house bachelor pad, but instead, it’s mainly filled with beautiful wooden pieces mixed with warm tan leather couches and colorful soft furnishings that I can’t imagine any of these burly guys have picked.

  The room is dotted with Huck’s brothers, but they don’t all swarm to greet us or question why the hell I’m here.

  “Hey guys, you remember Cora, right?” Huck announces, when I was hoping we could sneak in relatively unnoticed.

  Four very familiar faces turn from what they were doing and look at us. “Hi,” I say, forcing my hand to stay down to stop myself from waving like an idiot.

  The one who looks to be youngest jumps up from the couch and saunters toward me, he’s slimmer than Huck and definitely younger. “Hi, I’m Teddy, we met at the bar, but you were a few cocktails into the night so I’m not sure if you remember or not,” he smiles.

  “Hi Teddy, I pretty much remember,” I say wrinkling my nose a little.

  “I’m glad you’re here, it’ll be great to get to know you better,” he says sincerely.

  Huck reaches over and punches Teddy in the shoulder playfully, before he curls his arm around me and possessively pulls me back into his body. “Bay and Cody are on the couch, Granger’s at the table,” he tells me as he points to each of his brothers in turn. “I’m gonna guess that Bonnie and Beau are fucking in their room, and I’m not sure where Penn is, but more than likely he’ll turn up for food.”

  “I still can’t believe you all live here together.”

  “It’s jacked,” Bay calls from the couch. “But we like each other and we all love this house, it’s easier for us all to live here than it is to figure out who gets to keep this place and who has to move out.”

  “Come on, I’ll show you our room,” Huck says, pressing a kiss against my neck as he guides me out of the open plan living, kitchen, dining space and towards one of the doors that are evenly placed around the edge of the room.

  “Is every one of these doors a bedroom?”

  “Yep, the living space is at the center of the house, then each bedroom is off the main space with its own bathroom. Our parents had their own wing with a little sitting room, but it’s kind of just stayed empty since Mama died. We don’t really know what to do with the space and no one wants to move in there. I guess we’ll figure out what to do with it eventually.”

  We get to what I’m assuming is his door, as he holds it open for me and I step inside. He reaches around me to turn on the overhead light, and I take in the space. A huge wrought iron bed frame fills the room, with white sheets and a navy-blue throw spread over the bottom. The walls are white, with large black and white framed photos dotted behind the bed, pictures of his family, his car, the mountain. A soft navy and white rug covers most of the warm wooden floor, and a large wooden dresser is set under the window with a plush looking navy and white striped chair set to one side. A tv is mounted to the wall beside the door and two more doors lead off one wall into what I’m assuming are a bathroom and closet. It’s a masculine space, but it’s still inviting with personal touches dotted here and there.

  Stepping away from the closed door, he places my bag on the bed then turns to look at me, a wry smile etched across his lips. “Is it what you were expecting?”

  “The room or the house or your brothers?”

  He chuckles “Everything,”

  “No, not really.”

  “What were you expecting?”

  “More of a bachelor pad and an interrogation,” I shrug.

  “This is our home, not a bachelor pad, despite the fact that until recently all of us were single. We don’t bring women here, so my brothers don’t need to interrogate you, they know what it means that I’ve brought you into our home.”

  “Wanna explain what it means to me then? Because apparently I didn’t get the memo,” I say a little coldly, feeling like I’m a step or ten behind.

  “Beau brought Bonnie home the first night because he knew she was his.”

  “Okay.”

  “And you’re here because I know you’re mine.”

  Blinking, I stare at him. He’s already told me he’s falling in love with me, so this shouldn’t be a shock exactly, but standing in his bedroom while he confesses that women are only invited into this home if them being permanent is a foregone conclusion, suddenly makes this feel a lot more real.

  “I’m gonna need that bath, and maybe a bottle or two of wine,” I say, nodding a little frantically.

  “Come here.”

  I step forward and he pulls me into his arms, holding me to his chest, hugging
me tightly. “Just breathe, baby, trust me to take care of you and get you where you need to be.”

  Nodding against his chest, I hear his soft laugh.

  “Okay, let’s get that bath going.”

  Turning me to the side, he doesn’t release me, but keeps me under one arm as he guides me to the bathroom and turns on the light. The bathroom is all white tile, sparkling clean, there’s a clawfoot tub and a small shower stall to the one side, with a toilet and basin built into the counter under the window.

  Releasing me for a minute he turns on the taps, he keeps his hand under the water until it’s warm before he puts in the plug and moves back to me. Kissing me lightly, his fingers move to the hem of my shirt, peeling it slowly up and over my head, before he drops it to the floor. Finding the zip of my skirt, he undoes it and pushes it down, crouching down to unlace my boots then take off my socks.

  “I was hoping you’d still be in the pantyhose I tore this morning,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the crotch of the new ones I changed into after I recovered from the orgasms he gave me this morning.

  Shaking my head, I gasp when he rips the netting on this pair, dragging the wet cotton of my panties to the side so he can stroke his fingers along my damp folds.

  “So wet, and all for me.”

  “Uh huh,” I moan, when he slides a single finger all the way inside of me.

  “I don’t have time to play right now, baby, I wish I did, but I have to go make dinner. Later though, we’re gonna get all those toys I found at your place out, and you’re gonna show me how you use them to make yourself come. I can’t wait to watch you fill your ass with that plug.”

  Swallowing thickly, my mouth goes dry as I stare down at him crouched between my legs. I want him more than I realized it was possible to want another person.

  His fingers press at my hips as he peels my panties—and the now destroyed pantyhose—down my legs, pulling them off my feet before he slowly rises and presses his fully dressed body against my naked one. Taking my hand, he leads me to the bath, holding me while I step into the water and sink down beneath it. He leaves it running as his heated eyes rake over me.

  “If I don’t go now, I’m not going to be able to leave,” he smiles.

  “You could stay,” I say, huskily.

  “Peaches,” he whines.

  “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.

  “That’s right, that’s my pussy, and I say who touches it… and when and how.” Grabbing my hand, he stops my progression and lifts my fingers to his lips, nipping at each tip in turn. “Don’t touch.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t touch,” he warns, his words an order that I somehow feel compelled to obey. “Behave,” he warns as he releases my hand and leaves the bathroom.

  Blowing out a shaky breath I lean my head back against the tub, wafting my arms around at my sides in the water. The door opens again and Huck walks back in carrying my shampoo, conditioner and shower gel from home. “You need anything else?”

  Shaking my head, I smile as his gaze drops down over my naked flesh again, and he slowly shakes his head as if he’s just as tempted as I am to turn this moment carnal. Instead, he takes one last lingering look before he leaves again.

  I take my time soaking in the tub, enjoying the heat from the water as it relaxes my muscles and makes this weird situation seem almost normal… Like I soak in Huck’s tub all the time and it’s nothing that I’m about to have dinner with his entire family.

  When the water starts to cool, I pull the plug and stand, reaching for one of the clean towels I hadn’t noticed Huck had left out for me. I wrap one around my hair and use the other to dry my skin, before stepping out onto the mat when I’m mostly dry.

  Exhaling slowly, I rub my hand over the condensation coating the mirror and stare at my reflection. I don’t know what it is about taking stock of who you are as a person, but bathroom mirrors always seem to make me introspective.

  I look young, the way I always do when I’m fresh from the tub, my skin scrubbed clean, my face free of makeup. I’m only twenty-one, and until a few days ago I was single and relatively carefree, so why is it that here in my new boyfriend’s home where I should feel awkward and stressed, I feel surprisingly comfortable?

  Rubbing my hair as dry as I can get it, I drop the wet towel into the hamper and walk back into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around my body, my hair in tangled lines hanging over one shoulder.

  The bag Huck packed for me is on the bed where he left it, so I move to it, hoping he packed something I can wear around his family. Unzipping it, I’m surprised to find it empty. I glance around and try to see if he left my stuff in a pile somewhere but it’s nowhere to been seen, and for a moment, I panic.

  Grabbing my cell from my purse that he’d put on the chair by the window, I type out a frantic text.

  Me – Where is my stuff? The bag’s empty and there’s no way I’m having dinner with your family in just a towel!!!!!!

  The tick appears telling me he’s read the message, but he doesn’t reply, and I’m really starting to freak out when the door opens and he strides into the room.

  “Where’s my stuff, Huck? This isn’t funny,” I snarl angrily.

  “You wanna watch that tone, Peaches, I can see you’re freaking out, but I still won’t tolerate you speaking to me like that.”

  “I’m naked and you’ve hidden my clothes,” I hiss.

  “I haven’t fucking hidden anything. I put your stuff away so it wouldn’t get creased,” he snaps, as he grabs my wrist and drags me to the closet. He opens the door and shows me my outfit for tomorrow hanging next to his stuff. Then he tugs me over to the dresser, and pulls open the top drawer which is now full of the underwear, pjs and comfy sweats he packed for me.

  “Oh,” I gasp.

  “Yeah, oh. You got something you want to say?”

  “I’m sorry. Shit, I just panicked.”

  “Apology accepted, but I know a way you can really make it up to me.”

  “How?” I ask cautiously.

  “Open the bottom drawer.”

  Closing the drawer full of my stuff, I hold my towel at the top with one hand and pull the bottom drawer open with the other, finding a pile of his shirts and a whole host of very familiar sex toys.

  “Do you want to really show me how sorry you are for being a brat?” he drawls, his voice low and smoky.

  Glancing down at the toys, then over my shoulder at him, my lips part as my breathing shallows. “Yes.”

  “Do you play with that plug often?”

  I shake my head, my eyes falling back down to the butt plug I’d ordered on a whim after Mitchell had started talking about anal sex. The idea had excited me, but he hadn’t and so the plug had just sat in my dresser untouched. “I’ve never used it,” I confess.

  “Do you want to try it? Pick it up.”

  Without actually agreeing, I lean forward and pick up the pink sparkly plug. It’s only small, barely wider than two fingers and relatively weightless. The tip is small, flaring into a slight bulb that ends with a broad wide section that stays outside your ass.

  “Hand it to me,” he orders softly, giving me the unspoken option of stopping this.

  Standing up, I turn around, lift my hand and offer him the plug. His eyes widen in delighted surprise. “Go lie face down on the bed, get rid of the towel.”

  Blinking up at him, I take a moment, then do what he says, padding over to his big bed. I drop my towel to the floor and then crawl along the comforter, before lowering myself to my stomach with the pillows beneath my cheek.

  I hear him walk away, then the
running of water before he returns, placing the plug and a tube of lube down beside me on the bed. I flinch when his palm lands on the back of my knee, sliding upwards and encouraging me to part my legs wide.

  “You ever had a dick in this ass?” he asks, parting my ass cheeks with his fingers and stroking a finger over my puckered asshole, before he trails a path down to my very wet pussy.

  “No.”

  “You’re soaking wet, I think you like the idea. Do you like the thought of me taking you there, of having my cock stretching you wide, owning that forbidden place just like I own the rest of you.” He slides a finger into my pussy and I clamp down on it hard, needing something to take the edge off the arousal his words are creating.

  Pulling his finger free, he drags it up to my asshole again, coating the tight ring of muscle in my own wetness. I shudder, enjoying the foreign sensation and the slight shame that it brings with it.

  “Do you want my finger in your ass, baby?”

  I nod, unable to say the words, and he chuckles as he lifts the lube and squirts some onto his finger before he presses it back at my asshole. Applying a little pressure, he coats the skin in cold lube, alternating between pressing against my hole and spreading the lube that will ease his way.

  “Relax, Peaches, let me in,” he coos, using his free hand to play with my clit as he applies a little more pressure to my ass, until the muscle relents and the tip of his finger slips inside.

  Gasping, I immediately tense, fighting against the intrusion, wanting to push his finger back out until he pinches my clit making me shriek. “Stop. Just relax.”

  “You try and relax when I’m sticking my finger in your ass,” I snap.

  “Sorry, baby, that’s not my thing, but I promise in a minute this is going to feel so good,” he purrs, pulling his finger almost all the way out, then slowly sliding it back in a tiny bit at a time until my body is alight with a strange sensation.