Billionaire Mountain Man

by Claire Adams

  Kylie looked surprised. “That’s a big fish, Vince! Way to go!”

  I took the fish off the hook. The wiggling, huge catch was a big trout, one big enough to eat. We put it in the pail as I put another worm on Vince’s hook, readying him for his second catch.

  Spending the next few hours teaching Kylie how to fish, and Vince catching the most fish out of the three of us, made the day one of the best I’d had in a long time. We got to ride back home with our ice cooler full of fish.

  After I had parked the car in the garage, I pulled our equipment and stuff out of the vehicle. Vince was asleep in the back seat, exhausted by his efforts to catch most of the fish in the cooler.

  After I had carried him to his room, I went to the kitchen where Kylie was cleaning up the plates we had brought along on the trip.

  “Hey,” I called out and let my eyes run down the back of her perfect body, her ass grabbing my attention like a siren.

  Turning off the faucet to hear me out clearly, she faced me with her eyebrows raised. Her lips were parted. Even though thoughts of her during that night played before me, I focused my attention on her instead. “Yeah?”

  “I’m going to check your house, okay?” I waited for a response, but I got nothing. Instead, she walked forward, closing the gap between us. Her long, thick lashes batted alluringly as she blinked at me, timid in a way that left my body hard and aching.

  “Please come to your room when you get back. I have to show you something.”

  Despite the skepticism I felt, I was certain that I need not worry about anything. She smiled at me before I turned my back, leaving the house to check on hers.

  I walked around the yard, looking for traces of someone breaking in. I found nothing at all. The doors were still blocked the way we had left them. Even on the inside, there was nothing strange.

  After being assured that everything was okay, I returned to my house. I climbed the stairs, venturing the steps toward my room. I wanted to know what she was dying to show me. As I approached my room, my mind went wild with possibilities. I peeked an eye in the gap of the door and saw Kylie facing the other side, pulling her cropped top off, which left her creamy skin on display.

  “Hunter.” She turned to face me, her flawless skin exposed, her body so fucking beautiful. The only things she had on was her bra and matching skimpy panties. Her fair skin was inviting me, drawing me nearer. I stepped closer, lured by the beauty that was waiting for me.

  “I want you tonight.” She touched my face, pulling me closer to her.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist and leaned in. “You don’t know how much I’ve been controlling myself around you,” I murmured against her mouth, our lips touching tentatively.

  “Well, stop. I don’t want you to control anything…but me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kylie

  I had been dreaming for days about Hunter. I’d ached to hold him in my arms again, to feel his hard body pressed against mine. To have him kiss my lips passionately like the first time was my deepest, darkest desire.

  Electricity sparked inside of me. Staying the night here in his bed without him was pure agony. I could smell him through the sheets, enveloping me in his warmth as I lay in his bed. Reminding me of his comforting embrace.

  Despite all of this, I wanted more. I wanted my fantasies to become reality. I would die to have him fill me again, and I would not trade that experience for anything in the world.

  I had done a lot of favors for Hunter. Most of the time I denied the fact and instead answered with a question of why, but I guessed there was no beating around the bush anymore.

  I was trapped in the face of the truth.

  I wanted Hunter.

  I wanted him to fill me once more. And if I was being completely honest, I’d fallen for him. Long ago.

  Those hands I had been dreaming of were caressing my bare skin, touching my curves as his lips kissed mine. His skilled mouth was tasting me, exploring my depths. The way he kissed me was different though—thirsty, passionate, and demanding. He had been hiding the same desire. I could tell from the way he handled me.

  I stroked his cheek, studying his profile. Once I had been a bystander watching him from afar. A fan that got through the day through merely stealing glances and observing secretly from a distance. Now that my dream was standing before me, I dared to exceed the boundaries. Tonight was my night; it was going to be better than the first one. Tonight, I knew what I wanted; I knew what I was doing.

  His trimmed beard tickled my fingers. It was one of the most attractive parts of him. The manly, alpha male who ruled the town with his multiple talents and strong, domineering personality.

  His hands were haunting me, moving upward as our kisses deepened. His fingers fidgeted with the latch of my bra determined to unsnap the bothersome thing. He worked it off of me, freeing my breasts from their cover.

  He released me from his kisses, taking the time to appreciate the perfectly big and perky tits sitting before him.

  “I will never get tired of these beautiful breasts.” He pointed the tip of his fingers on each nipple, teasing the most sensitive part of my body. I jerked as his skin touched mine as if an electric current traversed through me. The two of us watched as my pink, puffy nipples turned erect, reacting to the pleasure he wanted me to feel.

  He looked satisfied seeing my body respond to his touch. He held my hand and pulled me to sit on the bed. I obliged his request like a sex slave ready to serve her master. Kneeling before me, Hunter leaned in and smiled up at me, his breath running across my skin.

  His seductive green eyes shot me a dominant glare before he leaned down and brushed his lips across my breasts. The warmth of his mouth felt good on my skin. His tongue played with the tip of my hardened nipples, licking and sucking them with grave fervor. I grasped the bed sheets as I arched my back, fully weakened and submitted to his powerful control all over my body.

  He moved his mouth down my chest, tasting my skin down to my navel. The intensity of his foreplay was perfect. His hands moved along my breasts, replacing his mouth as he knelt and pressed his lips to my pussy.

  The tip of his tongue teased my clit, licking it slowly before pressing his tongue against it. I moaned loudly. He watched me closely as he gripped my thighs tightly.

  He moved his lips gently, sucking the juices from my panties that barely covered me. He began licking in more intense tempo, heightening the lust in between my legs more. I cried out when he pulled my panties down, taking them off to reveal my swollen skin.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered, his stare locked onto mine. He leaned back down and pressed his tongue into my entrance, lapping at me as I twitched and panted.

  I laid on my back, unable to sit anymore. The lust was too intense, too good. The only thing I felt was pleasure. I couldn’t think straight, and all I held tight to was the promise that he was going to fuck me so good, and soon.

  He licked a finger and pushed it inside of my tight opening. He used his finger to intensify the sweet sensation I felt. The tip of his finger was hitting my G-spot, triggering my first orgasm for the night.

  I felt the familiar avalanche of unexplainable pleasure build up in my core. The sensation between my legs was too powerful. In the course of his stimulation, the gush of liquid escaped my entrance, wetting his handsome face.

  He drank all of it before standing and wiping at his face. “So beautiful. You taste like heaven, Kylie.”

  Seeing that I was ready to feel him once more, he took his clothes off to reveal his huge, thick manhood. There it was again, the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen. He didn’t even have to be skilled as big as he was, but he knew what he was doing to top it off.

  He gripped his cock, massaging his robust shaft with his hand. The gargantuan rod was twitching in response to watching me vibrate from orgasm. Heat raced up my spine when I felt the head of his cock tingled my wet opening, getting ready to penetrate my tight pussy.

  Hu
nter pushed forward, thrusting his pelvis forward. His ten-inch cock struggled to dig in, but he was determined. He pushed in once again, getting half of his big, fat cock inside of me. Taking the advantage to dominate me more, he pushed in farther.

  My legs were shaking, my toes barely touching the bed. He bent toward me; his body pressed above mine. He kissed my lips as a distraction while he thrust more, getting his cock acquainted with the inside of convulsing channel.

  His cock was digging inside of me, pushing its thick, huge shaft in and out of my heat. I could feel how big he was as he buried himself into me. He pumped his hips and groaned as I joined him in a chorus of lust.

  The strength of his movements was incredible. He was consistently fast, moving in unison with my heartbeat. I could barely breathe, taken aback by the intensity of his thrusts. I moaned in between his lips, breathing the same air he did.

  He held my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. It made my heart beat louder. I could feel the same since our chest were pressed on each other. Our hearts and breaths were racing, finding their sync through the peak of this delusional love making.

  There was something different tonight. The way he moved, he was expressing something. His kisses were furious and hungry but begging at the same time. His heart was chasing mine, but he was telling me something. His touch was hot, but he was more affectionate. Sex with him had become an addiction. Something I had been dying to have, especially now that he seemed to be echoing my emotions.

  “Condom,” he whispered roughly.

  “Yeah,” I mumbled and moaned as he moved back and pulled a packet from his pants pocket on the floor. He stretched the condom over his thick cock and smiled at me.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Kylie. Come here, girl.” He grabbed me and wasted no time pushing back into my wetness.

  I felt the gush of fluids accumulating in between my legs again. I couldn’t comprehend the strong sensation that ran in my veins. The only thing I could do was close my eyes and hold him closer to me. The power of my sweet release was too much that I lost track of everything else.

  Then I felt it. The sweet juices flowed out of me, releasing the extreme desire and passion I shared with Hunter. I opened my eyes to see him with eyes closed, moaning in return. His hot, sticky load filled up the condom. Hunter unloaded his orgasm inside of me as he cried out.

  He was panting heavily as he pulled out and dropped down on the bed next to me. “Fucking amazing. God, woman. I’m falling in love with you. You have no clue what you do to me.”

  He laid next to me, trying to catch his breath, and appeared in awe of the amazing fuck we had. I looked at him with a smile on my face, satisfied with our shared orgasmic experience.

  Hunter faced me, his fingers running along my cheeks. He did not reciprocate the smile I yielded. Instead, his expression was serious.

  “Kylie, please stay. I won’t let you go until I find out who’s stalking your house.” His green eyes were expressive and bold. The conviction in his voice was endearing. Being around this tough, bad boy was the best thing that had come from the jacked up few weeks I’d had.

  “Okay. I’ll stay.” I kept the rest of my thoughts to myself and laid my head on his strong chest. He wrapped his arm around me, securing me. It was the best feeling in the world.

  Without any worries in mind, I fell asleep peacefully in Hunter’s arms.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Two Days Later

  Hunter

  “Your mini-me seemed to be his old self again.” Garren returned to my desk, delivering a gun that a customer was coming in to check out. I worked on the papers, issuing the permit and license for the new gun owner.

  Vince was reading one of the books Mrs. Tomms gave him days ago. He looked better, finally returning to his cheerful and talkative nature. His cheeks were rosy again.

  “He’s doing much better. I think getting him on insulin has made a huge difference. I never thought I’d say anything like it, but I’m grateful the little guy got the flu. We wouldn’t have known he had diabetes otherwise.”

  Garren watched as I signed some of the papers that needed my authorization. “That’s great. Are you still checking his blood sugar regularly?”

  I handed him the paperwork and stood up from my desk. “Yep. Vince is working hard to live a normal life like the other kids around him. He has taken so well to being a diabetic.”

  “That’s great to hear. He is in good hands.” He patted my shoulder, giving me praise for being the hands-on father I hoped to become.

  I looked at him as he busied himself with the book he was reading. “The doctor told me that people with diabetes live completely normal lives. He said Vince is improving fast. I hope it only goes well from here on out.”

  Garren gave me an affirmative nod.

  As we met the customer, I greeted him warmly. I taught him the tips and tricks in using his new gun, as well as the limitations of his use.

  “The license and permit serve as an evidence of your huge responsibility to society. Owning a gun does not mean you can use it however you want. It means you have accepted the challenge of embracing duties attributed to the power you now have. I may sound silly, but you should always keep that in mind.”

  The young man who purchased the gun looked at me with a bizarre stare. At some point, I thought I scared him. He looked bewildered by my words, but my anxiety was soon replaced by relief when he burst into laughter.

  “Yes, sir. I won’t let you down.” He had shaken my hand before he left, promising he would return to ask more about using his gun. I had always talked about that to my customers, and I had no plan of removing that stage of the purchase.

  Garren gave me a sarcastic look he used to irritate me, but I just let out a chuckle. Instead, I returned to my desk and worked on the new issuances I made, collating them based on dates and gun types.

  No sooner had I sat down than Garren interrupted me.

  “Man, there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” For the first time, I heard him nervous. I managed to laugh at him, amused by his sudden mood shift.

  “What is it that made your knees shake?” I asked.

  He replied with nonverbal language, pointing with his hand over to a man who stood before the display case.

  I stood up, brows wrinkled on what the fuss was all about.

  The man was thin and pale. His expression was unchanging—a bored look mirrored through his eyes. He kept his gaze on the shelves facing him, staring at the snipers on display as Garren and I walked over to meet him.

  “What can I do for you, sir?” I scrutinized him further as I stood before him. He was a thin man who wore a black shirt and dark trousers. He was holding a hat in his one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He was a new face, someone I had never met before.

  “I am looking for the Scythe.” His voice was husky and dry. The distinct sound was unmistakable. He searched for the Scythe.

  “I’m afraid you’re looking for something illegal, sir,” I responded, keeping my eyes on him. He looked suspicious as hell. I had been living around Mesquite for a long time, meeting everyone from around here, but I’d never seen him before.

  He kept his facial expression consistent. “Yes, I know. I don’t care. I want one.”

  “Sir, that type of gun is illegal. Normal people can’t buy those without any authorization from the government. It’s a crime to buy or sell something that dangerous.” I explained the rules laid out by the law for him. Despite me explaining further, he didn’t seem to give a shit.

  “I know that. No need to give me a lecture. So, how much are you selling it for? I’m willing to pay the price; just name it.” The muscles in his face barely moved.

  The asshole was pushing my limits. I wanted to yell at him, just in case he failed to hear my point. Or perhaps he was up to something fishy.

  “Why are you buying the gun, sir?”

  His expression did not change nor did he move. He kept his eyes on mine, his lids half cl
osed suggesting his bored expression.

  “If you’re not selling the gun, then I think I don’t need to waste any more of your day. Thanks for your time.” He looked around once again as if memorizing the place. He turned his back and left, letting his voice linger in the air. I tried to memorize any details prominent about him. He was up to something nefarious, no doubt.

  “He’s a weird looking guy. What a waste of time.” Garren looked pissed, but I felt off. I hoped I could have one more look at him, just in case I could find a clue what he was up to.

  “Something’s up with that guy. We need to keep an eye out for him. I don’t like the way he thought he could come in here and push us around. Not to mention the asshole wanting to buy something illegal.” I sat back at my desk, still trying to figure out the man’s purpose. There must have been something I missed in the conversation between us.

  Thankfully, we had a busy day at the gun shop. More customers came by to ask for additional tips about their guns, even requesting for a short gun practice at the range. Some purchased guns, both from new and previous customers. The daily sales were pretty good, enough to surpass the average sales we had for the week before.

  After we had closed the gun shop, Vince and I drove home. We reached our house safely and found Kylie waiting outside on the front porch. I parked the car in the garage and apologized for getting home late.

  “Have you been here long?” Vince came running along, bringing his bag with him.

  “A little bit. No biggie.” She smiled, and my heart raced.

  I unlocked the door immediately for her to come inside.

  “It’s been the third day now. I should get my key duplicated so you could have your own.” She shook her head; her cheeks turned rosy pink.

  “No, it’s fine. No worries about it, Hunter.”

  Vince sat on the couch and turned on the television. I watched as he took his book out of his bag, looking eager to continue with his latest book adventure.

  “You need it. Sometimes, we come home late, and you can’t be outside for too long. It’s for your own safety as well.” I wanted to reach out and touch her, but not in front of Vince. Not yet at least.