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

by Gemma Weir

  Being naked while he’s fully dressed makes me shudder and I close my eyes for a second, dragging in a rapid breath. His hands land on my ass and he peers over my shoulder as he spreads my cheeks and stares down at the plug.

  “Fuck, baby, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Does it hurt?”

  “No, it feels weird, good pain.”

  “Go climb on the bed on all fours, I need to see.”

  My body feels alight with need, I don’t understand how I can be this horny when we’ve barely managed to keep our hands off each other the last few days, but I need him now more than ever. Walking carefully, I climb onto the bed and pose, bending down slightly, swaying my hips from side to side.

  “Jesus.”

  The single word sounds like it’s torn from his throat, and a moment later the mattress dips and his hands land on my ass. Flinching, I jolt as he parts my cheeks and tugs on the plug, almost pulling it free, before he pushes it deep into me again.

  A moan escapes me and I clamp my lips shut, not sure why this feels so good. His finger finds my clit, and this time I can’t keep the sounds in as he fucks my ass with the plug and works my clit with his finger until I’m pushing back into him, silently begging him to fuck my ass harder and deeper. I come on a cry, my arms collapsing beneath me as my cheek lands against the comforter.

  “Roll onto your back,” he orders, his voice gravelly and rough.

  Slowly, I force my body to comply, flopping onto my back, my hands covering my face, embarrassed that Huck made me come just from playing with my ass.

  “Arms up.”

  Shocked, I let my arms fall from my face and look up at him. “What?”

  “I don’t want to use the cuffs, I think they’ll hurt your wrists, so I’ve got this instead,” he says, dangling a tie from his finger.

  “I…” I trail off.

  “That plug is only one of your toys, Peaches, I promised we’d play with all of them… and I keep my promises. So, arms up.”

  Slowly, I lift my arms above my head, moving my hands together until my wrists are touching. Leaning over me, Huck carefully winds the tie around one wrist, then the other, before tying the length to the bars on the headboard. The tie is soft, the bindings loose, I’m restrained, but only for as long as I want to be, one good tug and I’d be free.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I spread my legs, baring myself to him, feeling the wetness that’s coating my pussy being cooled as the air hits me.

  My eyes find his, and he watches me as he slowly strips. “I need a shower.”

  “What?” I gasp. “But.”

  “Don’t move. I want you to be exactly where I left you when I get back,” he growls, turning and leaving me spread open like an apparently unwanted gift.

  For a second I consider moving, pulling my arms free, pulling the fucking plug he loves so much out of my ass and getting dressed, but I don’t. Instead, I listen to the sound of him showering, letting the moments that pass turn into anticipation, that has me clenching my thighs together in an attempt to stem the tide of need that’s pulsing within me.

  The water feels like it runs for hours, but in truth I think it’s probably closer to three minutes before he strides through the door, his hair damp, his chest sparkling with droplets that cling to his tight muscles.

  “Good girl,” he praises, dropping the towel he’s using to the floor before crossing to the dresser and pulling open the drawer where he stashed all of my toys. Taking them out one by one, he places them on the bed beside me, smiling as he looks my collection over. “Where to start?” he questions, picking up my dildo and trailing it up the inside of my thigh.

  Tapping my mound with the head of the flexible toy, he drags it through my lips, coating it in my arousal before he guides it to my entrance and dips the tip inside of me. “How does it feel? When you play with this, do use just the head or do you fuck yourself with the whole thing letting your pussy swallow the length?”

  A whine falls from my lips as he dips the head inside of me, then pulls it all the way out, dragging it to my clit, then back to my entrance, pushing it against my hole but not entering me.

  Leaving it there resting against me, he grabs the vibrator, turning it on and stroking the buzzing tip over one of my nipples, then the next before he moves it down my stomach and over my sex. I cry when the vibration touches my clit, but he doesn’t linger, drawing a line over my sex to my ass, where he presses the vibrator against the plug, making the bulb in my ass shake violently.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasp, lifting my knees up and pressing my feet into the mattress to either move closer or get away from the sensations happening inside of me. I don’t know how he does it but suddenly the dildo is pressing into me again, my own arousal easing its way as he pushes it all the way into me, filling me with the toy.

  His tongue finds my clit as she starts to fuck me with the toy, sliding it in and out of me in long slow slides. With the plug still in my ass, I feel full and stretched tight. My muscles are still a little sore from this morning, but Huck is relentless, flicking my clit as he fucks me with my own sex toy and somehow manages to keep the vibrator buzzing against the plug, overwhelming me with so much sensation at once.

  I come again, flexing and unflexing my hands into fists, trying not to pull against the tie holding me in place as my body twitches and shudders with an abundance of pleasure.

  “Ass full of plug, pussy stuffed full of dildo, grinding your clit on my tongue while you’re tied to my bed. My little fuck toy is magnificent, so fucking sexy,” Huck growls.

  “Fuck me,” I gasp.

  “Your cunt is spread wide, Peaches,” he taunts, pulling the dildo all the way out of me, then filling me again with it, watching as my pussy spreads to accept it.

  “No, you, I want your dick.”

  “I like watching your cunt opening, desperate even if it’s a rubber cock.”

  “Please,” I beg. “Please, I need your dick.”

  “Where do you want it? Do you want my dick in your mouth? All three of your holes filled at the same time? Or does your greedy cunt need a real cock? Or are you feeling like a dirty girl and do you want my dick in your ass?”

  “My pussy, I want you in my pussy, please,” I whine, lifting my ass and moving my hips, forcing the dildo further into me even though I know I need him, to feel him inside of me.

  His eyes heat and he smiles at me, moving up to his knees, and spreading my legs a little wider to make room for himself. “You want this?” he asks, gripping his dick and rubbing it over my swollen clit.

  “Yes, please.”

  Grabbing the dildo, he thrusts twice, before he pulls it out of me leaving me empty. I feel the blunt thick head of his dick at my entrance and he fills me completely as he slams home. His dick is wider than the dildo, rubbing against the plug in my ass and triggering an orgasm that makes my eyes snap shut as my head spins and my body spasms.

  Without pausing to let me recover, I jolt as the vibrator finds my clit and seconds later, I come again, then again, my body trembling, my eyes closed tightly until everything goes black as Huck roars, slamming into me.

  When my eyes flutter open I’m beneath Huck, my arms in front of me no longer bound with his tie, Huck rubbing at my wrists, his dick still twitching inside of my pussy. “You okay?”

  Nodding, I blink, feeling disoriented. “What… What happened?”

  A smile tips up the corners of his mouth. “You came so hard you blacked out. Scared the fucking hell out of me,” he admits, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against my lips.

  “Your dick’s still in me,” I giggle.

  “Yeah.”

  “You made me come so hard I blacked out,” I giggle again.

  Smiling, he chuckles lowly and rolls his hips, grinding his dick into me and forcing a gasp from my lips. “You were only out for a second.”

  “I can’t take another round, my vagina has a pulse,” I giggle again, groaning when he lets his d
ick slide free from me and a gush of cum follows it. His eyes drop between my legs and he smiles as he slowly uses his fingers and pushes it back into me.

  “Roll over, baby, let me take the plug out.”

  Slowly, I roll to my stomach, my body too relaxed to move too quickly. His fingers part my ass and he slowly pulls the plug from me. Gasping, I clench, feeling a twinge in both my ass and pussy that’s followed by a wave of soft pleasure.

  “You okay?”

  “Sore, but good,” I say sleepily.

  Soft lips press against my spine and I sigh happily, letting my cheek settle into the pillows and close my eyes.

  “Come take a bath with me, let me take care of you a bit.”

  “Tired,” I whine.

  “Bath first, then sleep.”

  I don’t acknowledge him and I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know Huck is lifting me from the bed and carrying me cradled in his arms to the bathroom, before stepping into the bath and sinking down into the water still holding me. The warm water cocoons me and I wiggle into his chest, resting against him, barely opening my eyes.

  “You’re like a kitten, Peaches. Just relax, I’ll look after you.”

  And he does. He washes me with a soft cloth, keeping my hair out of the water, never releasing me as the heat soothes my tired body. When we’re both clean, he lifts me from the tub, standing me on my feet but keeping me close as he wraps me in a fluffy towel and dries me.

  When he lifts me back up, I nestle into his chest, loosely wrapping my arms around him as he carries me to the bed, pulling the covers back before lowering me down and crawling in behind me. He lifts the comforter back over us, curling his arms around me and urges me to snuggle into him.

  I fall asleep, warm, clean and thoroughly sated.

  14

  Huck

  It’s my turn to make lunches for everyone, so reluctantly, I uncurl Cora from where she’s nestled against me and settle her back down onto my pillow, pulling the comforter around her. Sliding into a pair of sweatpants, I leave our room, looking back several times at the beautiful woman in our bed. I have no idea what the hell I did to get so lucky, but I don’t care, I’m not going to question it.

  Having her here, with me, with my family, just confirmed what I already knew—that I don’t ever want her to leave. Seeing her last night spread and bound to my bed makes me wonder how much she’d hate me if I just forced her to stay.

  If I just transplanted her life out of her apartment and moved her in, she wouldn’t have a choice, and she’ll end up here eventually so what difference does the timescale make?

  Moving on autopilot, I set out nine lunch bags and gradually fill them with food, sticking a label with each name to the front and folding the top over to seal them. It’s ridiculous that we all take a bagged lunch with our name on just like we did at elementary school, but it works for us and really, if it ain’t broke why fix it.

  Eager to get back to Cora, I put a big pot on the stove and set to work making a huge batch of oatmeal before transferring it to the crockpot to keep it warm, then I set both coffee pots to brew and rush back to my room. Cora’s exactly where I left her, tucked into my comforter, her hands beneath her cheek as she sleeps peacefully.

  Pulling back the covers, I climb in and she immediately seeks me out, humming into my chest as she wraps her arm around me. Closing my eyes, I fall back to sleep and dream about her never wanting to leave.

  My alarm goes off, waking me from a delicious dream featuring Cora and her mouth. I glance down to see Cora lying on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her leg tucked between mine, her full lips slightly parted. “Morning, Peaches,” I coo, pushing the hair that’s fallen over her face behind her ear.

  Stirring, she makes a cute mewling noise, her legs stretching and unfurling.

  “Wake up, baby.”

  After a minute, her eyes blink open and she looks up at me accusingly. “What time is it?” she croaks.

  “Six thirty.”

  “I don’t have to be in work till eight thirty,” she groans, rolling away from me and pulling the covers right up to her nose.

  “Come on, sleepy head, get up, get ready then we can have breakfast before I take you to work.”

  “No,” she growls. “Sleep.”

  Laughing, I roll towards her, pushing my dick against her ass as I lightly pinch her nipples between my fingers. “Wake up,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck.

  “Sore.”

  “I know, we need to behave today, give your pussy some time to recover, but you still need to get up.”

  Flopping onto her back, her eyes snap open and she glares at me. “I don’t enjoy getting up early.”

  “I’ll make it up to you on your next day off, I promise.” Kissing and nipping at her jaw I wait till she turns her head, then claim her mouth with mine, kissing her until she’s moved into my arms, rubbing her wet pussy against my rock hard dick. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop and I know you’re sore.”

  Pouting, she reaches for my cock with her hands and slowly starts to rub up and down, guiding it to her entrance.

  “Not happening,” I growl, hating myself for stopping her when I can feel the heat of her sex and how wet she is.

  “I’ll be fine,” she coaxes.

  Kissing her hard, I pull my hips back, dragging my dick away from temptation before I end up fucking her. Climbing out of our bed, I reach down and adjust my dick, apologizing for the blue balls and promising he’ll get his fill as soon as her cunt has had a chance to recover from all the times I’ve taken her in the last couple of days.

  “Huck, get back here,” she laughs.

  “Nope, we’re both gonna be left wanting this morning. Get up and get ready.”

  Huffing, she slowly slides from the bed, brushing her naked body against mine as she goes into the bathroom. I smile, enjoying watching her walk away from me, her pert ass swaying with each step.

  I get dressed quickly, pulling on my work stuff then heading into the bathroom. She’s brushing her teeth and I follow suit, standing next to her, occasionally glancing at her in the mirror. I’m fully dressed and she’s completely naked, but she doesn’t seem to care, her body’s too perfect for her to be self-conscious.

  Following her out, I watch her get dressed then style her hair into a sleek ponytail that swishes from side to side when she moves. She adds a little makeup while I go into the bathroom, find her pills and pop out another of the placebo pills, ignoring the twinge of guilt as I take it into the bedroom and hand it to her, with a glass of water.

  “Oh, thank you, god, I swear I didn’t even think about my pills, all the orgasms must be frying my brain,” she laughs, swallowing the pill then handing me back the glass. Taking it, I poor the water into the basin and place the cup upside down on the counter.

  When I head back into the room, Peaches is sliding her feet into cute black heeled pumps and smiling. “I’m starving,” she announces, sauntering over to me, pushing up onto her toes and kissing me.

  Opening the door, I place my palm on the back of her neck and guide her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto one of the stools at the counter. “You want honey and berries in your oatmeal?” I ask her, leaning into her and stealing a kiss from her shiny lips.

  “Do you have any bananas?”

  “Yep,” I nod.

  “Can I have honey and banana?”

  Smiling at how adorable she is, I steal another kiss, pushing off the counter and quickly making us both breakfast. One by one, my brothers all start to emerge—except Beau and Bonnie who must have left a while ago. Breakfast is a pretty quiet affair, but at least everyone’s polite and there’s no argument like there was at dinner. When we’ve both finished eating, I take her mug and bowl and load them into the dishwasher, then lift her down from the stool. “Go get your shit, baby, I’ll take you to work.”

  She bobs her tongue at me playfully when I smack her ass as she passes me on the way to our r
oom, and I smile watching her go.

  “I like her,” Granger says quietly.

  “Me too.”

  “She’s not like Bonnie, not as sheltered. Do you think she’ll move in?”

  “I’ll convince her,” I say determinedly.

  His low chuckle is full of amusement and I turn and glare at him. “Don’t laugh, bro, this’ll be you soon. All that bullshit Dad told us about finding Mom and just knowing, it’s all fucking true. She makes me act like a fucking barbarian, even taking her to work and away from here feels just wrong, like if I let her out of my sight for even a minute, I’ll lose her. She’s mine and I have no idea how to keep her, but I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.”

  Turning to glance at my younger brother, I find his eyes wide with shock. “Jesus, that sounds fucking crazy. I’m happy single.”

  “So was I, brother, until I saw her.”

  Slapping him on the shoulder I make my way back to our bedroom, unable to be away from her any longer.

  The drive down the mountain is quiet and relaxed, despite the fact that Cora giggles every time she looks at the bagged lunch in her lap. “I can’t believe you all brown bag it.”

  “Me, Beau and Teddy are out on the mountain every day, if we don’t take lunch with us, we don’t eat. Seems stupid for us all to waste money on food when we can just make something to take with us.”

  Cora giggles, but she doesn’t offer up any more comments.

  “Do you drive?” I ask.

  “Can I drive? Yes. Do I drive? No,” she answers vaguely.

  “What do you mean? Do you have your license?”

  “I do, I took driver’s ed, I have my license, but honestly I’m a terrible driver. I had four car accidents in the first six months, destroyed two cars, at least a dozen shrubs and several mailboxes. After that I decided it was probably safer for me and everyone around me if I hang up my driving gloves and return my fluffy dice.”