Five Mountain Daddies

by B. B. Hamel

  I walk over to the cooler, get more beers, and join them. I lean against Henry and put my feet in Ryan’s lap. He rubs them as we drink, each of us floating in the bliss of our post-orgasm haze.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon like that, and nobody even pretends to go fishing again.

  10

  James

  It’s been long enough.

  I let the other guys have their fun. I knew they’d like London, and to be totally honest, I knew they fucking needed this.

  Leadwood isn’t exactly a fun place to live. Sure, we’ve tried to make it better for ourselves, and at the end of the day this little shithole town is still our home, but still, it’s boring as hell. We’ve tasted most of the women in this whole area, or at least most of the ones worth tasting. But sooner or later, everyone needs a change, and I could see it in the group.

  I’m not even sure they noticed yet, which is probably for the best. But now that they’ve all gotten their little hooks into London, it’s time for me to finally get a taste.

  I wanted her the second I saw her at that lame-ass party. She was so fucking sexy, and I’m not even sure she realized it. I was hard just standing there, thinking about what I could do with that tight, young body. I want to dominate her, take care of her, be her Daddy, just like all the others do. Although I’m not even sure they realize it yet.

  She’s not surprised when she comes out of work Monday evening to find me standing outside my truck. She just smiles at me and stops a few feet away.

  “I was wondering when you’d show up,” she says.

  I grin and stand, walking over to her. “I was waiting for you to call, but you’ve been so busy.”

  She rolls her eyes. “For some reason, I doubt that.”

  I grin. “Okay, you caught me.”

  “So, what? You were letting your friends have their fun first?”

  “Pretty much.” I cock my head at her. “And I was letting you get a taste for them.”

  She blushes a bit at that. “What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean. You’ve been getting closer and closer to all of them these last couple weeks.”

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Don’t you think it’s strange, being shared by four men?”

  “Four?” she says, cocking her head.

  I smile a little bit. “We’ll see about the fifth.”

  She smiles and stretches. “It’s been fun,” she admits. “I honestly didn’t see it coming.”

  “Good. That’s the best kind of surprise. The real kind.”

  She laughs. “And you made that happen?”

  “More or less.”

  “What if I weren’t interested in them?”

  I shrug a little. “Then you weren’t the girl I hoped you were, and we’d move on.”

  “That easy, huh?”

  “That easy. But I’m not usually wrong.”

  She watches me a second, and it’s that silent contemplation that really draws me to her. Yes, she’s gorgeous, sexy, funny, cute, all the usual adjectives, but I’ve had all that before. What really gets me is the way she thinks, how smart she is, how much she notices. I find that the sexiest thing of all.

  “Okay then,” she says. “So now you’re here. Does that mean I passed your test?”

  “It wasn’t a test,” I say, and then grin. “But yes, you passed.”

  She grins back. “What now?”

  “I thought we’d get to know each other now.”

  “Okay,” she says, not even hesitating.

  “Good. Remember where that first party was?”

  She nods. “Sure.”

  “Meet me there.” I get into my car, not waiting for an answer. She watches me pull out and drive off, but I know she’s going to follow. I head back to the shop, and since it’s after hours, it’s totally empty. Everyone’s gone home at this point, even the other guys. I park my truck up front and a couple minutes later, London parks next to me.

  I get out and lead her inside. The place looks different now that we put all the machinery back. The main dance floor and central party area is gone, covered over, but you can still easily see where we’d move stuff away from.

  “Nice place,” London says. “Looks different without all those people.”

  “You should see it when we’re working,” I say. “Busy as heck. Sparks flying all over. It’s really great.”

  “I bet. And dangerous.”

  “Sure, that too.” I smile and lead her up some stairs, up to the top of the building. We head down a hallway and I take her into my office.

  “Office” probably isn’t really the word for this room. There’s no desk, no computer, just a stylish and comfortable couch, a television against the wall, a bar area, a little table, a little kitchen area, and a bunch of paintings on the walls. It’s more like a tiny apartment than an office, but I always pretend that I’m working when I come in here.

  I sit down on the couch as London follows me in. She laughs and looks around the room. “Is this like, the break room or something?”

  “Nope,” I say. “Didn’t you see my name on the door?”

  She raises an eyebrow. “This is just yours?”

  “My office, of sorts.” I grin at her.

  She sighs and sits down next to me. “What kind of business gets done in here?”

  “You can probably guess.”

  “Well, now I just feel tawdry.”

  “I think you like that.”

  She rolls her eyes at me, which just makes me smile more.

  I stand up and head over to the bar, pouring myself a whisky. “Want something?” I ask.

  She nods. “Whatever you’re having.”

  I pour her a whisky too, although I’m not sure she’ll like it. I hand her the glass and she takes a sip. I can tell she tries not to make a face, which makes me like her even more.

  “The guys all talk about you like you’re the one in charge,” she says.

  “Do they?” I laugh a little bit. “I don’t feel in charge.”

  “You started this company, right?”

  “No,” I say. “I mean, it was my idea, but I started it with the twins and Ryan. Henry came later.”

  “Right, after you saved him from prison.”

  He sighs. “You have the wrong idea about me.”

  “Maybe,” she says softly. “You also started Club Sheets, right?”

  “That was selfish.” I say. “I only opened that place because this town is so boring.”

  She laughs at that. “Okay, I can’t argue there.”

  “Look, I’m not some saint, okay? I’ve done my fair share of fucked up shit. I’ve just…” I trail off, not sure why I’m even talking about this.

  “Just what?” she asks softly.

  “Trying to do better for people.” I sip my whisky, feeling dumb for saying that.

  But she doesn’t laugh. She just nods a little bit. “I can get that.”

  “I’m not in charge. I’m not some kind of leader.”

  “Okay,” she says, finally smiling.

  I sigh. “Would a leader let his friends get their hands on you first?”

  “Yes,” she says.

  I grin and shake my head. “No. I think a leader would take you when he first wanted you.”

  “When was that?”

  “The second I saw you at that party.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Why do you think I came up to you?” I sit back down on the couch, facing her slightly. “I was interested right away.”

  “You didn’t know me.”

  “I still don’t.”

  She purses her lips. “Better than you did. And I feel like I know you, just from the way the guys talk about you.”

  “But you don’t know me.” I move closer to her, watching her. “You don’t know me at all, do you?”

  “I guess not,” she says softly. She sips her drink again, making a face. “How do you drink this stuff?”

  I laugh a
nd take the glass from her hand. I put it down on the coffee table. “Acquired taste.”

  “I never understood an acquired taste. Why force yourself to like something?”

  I cock my head at her. “Sometimes things are too complicated at first. People never like complex things.”

  “You force yourself to like it,” she says.

  “Until you understand it. And then you can enjoy its complexities.” I shrug a little bit. “Or at least that’s my theory.”

  “Is that what I need to do with you? Force myself to taste you until I can enjoy your complexities?”

  “No,” I say softly. “I think if you don’t like what you taste right away, you should walk away.”

  I move closer, my heart beating faster. This flirting, this conversation, it’s just making me want her even more. She’s as smart as I knew she would be, but she also doesn’t take bullshit, and I like that about her.

  “You really don’t mind that I’ve been with all your friends?” she asks. “With the twins at the same time? With Henry and Ryan at the same time?”

  I shake my head. “Not at all. Does it bother you?”

  “No,” she admits. “I thought it would but… it doesn’t.”

  “It’s complicated.” I say softly, moving even closer. She doesn’t pull away as I turn her chin toward me. “And you’re starting to like it.”

  I kiss her slow and deep then, and she doesn’t pull away.

  There’s nothing complicated about this kiss. It’s simple, slow, delicious. I can feel every curve of her perfect lips as my hands slowly move up into her hair, gripping it tightly.

  She lets out a soft moan when I grab her hair. I think she likes it rough, which excites me, but I have to take it slow. I have to enjoy this, let myself fully experience it, not think about anything more than just tasting her kiss.

  She presses tighter against me. I can feel her warmth, her need flowing up through her. I slowly pull back, kissing her one more time softly.

  “Well?” I ask.

  She purses her lips, a smile in her eyes. “I’m not sure,” she says, “might need another taste.”

  I laugh and kiss her again, pulling her up on top of me. She grinds her hips down against my lap as my hands flow through her thick hair and I want her so badly it hurts. She’s so fucking sexy and smooth and warm against me, moving her hips, pushing me to the edge. I want her to ride my fat cock, let me slap her round ass until she screams.

  I have to pull back and take a breath. Her face is flushed and there’s this cute little smile on her lips. “What?” she asks.

  “You’re driving me insane, you know that?”

  “Oh, am I?” she moves her hips, grinding herself against my hard cock. “I didn’t notice.”

  I grab her roughly with one hand and slap her ass with the other. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me, London,” I say softly.

  I pull her hair harder, making her gasp. “James,” she says.

  I kiss her throat and she groans. I slap her ass again, squeezing it, pressing her harder against me. I pull her head back again, kissing her throat, ready to fuck her, ready to take her right here and now. I want to pull her ass up and slam my fat cock deep between her legs. I can feel that animal inside of me rising, ready to take what it wants.

  But before I can do that, the door to my office opens.

  We both stop and look over. My secretary, a woman in her sixties named Pam, stares at us with wide eyes.

  “Oh, Mr. Reed,” she says. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

  “Pam.” I gently move London off and place her down on the couch. “It’s okay.”

  “I, uh, can come back later.”

  “What do you need?” I hesitate to stand up, because I’m so fucking hard.

  She holds up a stack of papers. “Just some things for you tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, the usual spot, if you don’t mind.”

  She nods, walks over, and puts the papers down. She hurries out of my office, shutting the door behind her.

  I look over at London and grin, and we both start laughing. The intensity of the moment slowly drains away until we’re both cracking up on the couch together.

  We don’t fuck. I want to, and she wants to, but we just don’t. Instead, we end up having another drink and talking for an hour before she heads home. A long time ago, I might have felt like Pam cockblocked me, and she did.

  Except that’s not a bad thing. I’ll have other chances to take what I need from London. But for now, I’m just happy to prove to myself that I wasn’t wrong about her, very far from it.

  11

  London

  It’s like a buzz in the back of my mind at all times, James and the twins and Henry and Ryan, all five of them floating in the periphery of my vision.

  I go to work the day after my interrupted moment with James and I try not to obsess. It’s not going to help anything if I can’t stop thinking about them, but I can’t stop myself. It’s the strangest situation I’ve ever been in, and as normal as I’m trying to pretend it is, I know this is inherently weird as hell.

  I want to be more open-minded. But all the next day I just keep thinking about what James said, about how he didn’t mind sharing me with them, how none of them seem to mind. And yeah, it feels good to be passed around these five handsome men, it feels incredible when they get me off and make me come, but I just can’t stop asking myself one question over and over and over.

  Why me?

  Out of everyone in this town, heck, out of everyone in this state, why did they choose me? I’d say I’m slightly above average looking, but nothing special. I can be funny sometimes, and maybe I’m a little smart, but I can’t understand what they see in me. I don’t know why I’d be worth sharing.

  I don’t want these doubts to bother me so much. I want to be the kind of girl that can let go and just enjoy her good fortune. I wish I were that liberated, but apparently I’m not. All I can wonder is why, and it’s starting to get to me.

  The workday drags on. I chat with Maggie for most of it, and sometimes I deal with customers, but mostly it’s a slow day for the ATV tour industry. Which is bad for me, since there’s nothing to distract me from my problems.

  I keep checking my phone, waiting for a text from one of the guys. Then again, they typically just show up at my work and whisk me away somewhere, which is pretty fun. I do wish I could just come out and ask why they chose me, but I’m afraid that’ll take away from the charm.

  “You look distracted,” Maggie says about a half hour before my shift ends.

  I shrug a little. “I’ve got some stuff on my mind.”

  She leans in, a sly little smile on her lips. “Boy stuff?”

  I sigh. “Maybe.”

  “I see you leaving here with those guys like every day.”

  “It’s not every day,” I say.

  She shrugs, still grinning. “So, what? Are you like, dating all five of them?”

  I stare at her for a second, without saying anything, and her eyes slowly go wide.

  “Holy shit, are you kidding?” She laughs a little bit. “You’re joking, right?”

  I keep looking at her, frowning a little.

  “Oh my god. You’re not joking.” She leans toward me, laughter gone, staring at me. “Do they know?”

  “Yes,” I say softly.

  She puts her hands over her mouth and gasps before bursting into more laughter. I can’t help but smile a little bit at her reaction, although I wish she wasn’t so surprised. Then again, I’m surprised myself, and I’m living it.

  “Okay, this is scandalous,” she says. “How? How is that working?”

  “I don’t want to go into the details,” I say.

  “But you’re dating all five.”

  “I mean, I’m not dating them,” I say. “I’m just hanging out with them sometimes.”

  She gives me a look. “Have you kissed them all?”

  I can’t meet her gaze. “Th
at’s not the point.”

  “Jesus. London, you slut!”

  I grin a little bit. “Leave me alone.”

  “This is so big. Holy crap. You’ve kissed all five of them now. You’re dating five older men!”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “Definitely not dating. I’m leaving at the end of the summer, remember?”

  She makes a face. “Who cares?”

  “I care,” I say. “And Maggie, you can’t tell anyone. You hear me?”

  “I won’t,” she says.

  “Seriously, promise me. If this gets back to my parents, it would be awful.”

  She nods. “I promise. Nobody will hear about it from me.” She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “How did you get so lucky?”

  “I don’t feel lucky,” I admit to her.

  “Why not? They’re gorgeous and rich and older. I mean, you hit the freaking jackpot, London.”

  “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t feel lucky. They’re great and I like spending time with them but…”

  “But?”

  I finally meet her gaze. “But I don’t feel like I’m worth it.”

  She stares at me like I’m an idiot. “So what?”

  I watch her with a little frown. “I mean, I don’t feel like I deserve it. I don’t get why they chose me.”

  “So?” she asks again. “Who the freak cares?”

  I sigh. “I wish I had that attitude.”

  “Listen, girl. You better shape up and enjoy this, if not for yourself, then at least for me and every other girl in this stupid town.”

  I smile a bit at that. “I guess I could try.”

  “Don’t try. Just do it.”

  I want to talk more, but we’re interrupted by one of her brothers. He drags her away to deal with some annoyed customer, but she gives me one last poignant look before she leaves.

  I know she’s right. I mean, I keep thinking the same thing. It’s good to hear someone else say it though. Maybe I’m not worthy of these five gorgeous guys, but is anyone? I just got lucky and now it’s time to try to let myself enjoy it.

  I expected more of a reaction out of her, though. I mean, she was surprised, but I just told her something pretty crazy. Maybe she doesn’t realize exactly what I’ve been doing with these guys… and I don’t plan on telling her. She doesn’t need all the dirty details.