Billionaire Mountain Man

by Claire Adams

  Pete had left the curtains open to the view of downtown Austin. We were way up on the fifteenth floor, the lights from the city coming in to glow on our naked bodies. I looked him up and down, getting hotter at the sight of his smooth biceps and strong, sun-bronzed arms. I dropped my hand between my legs and pressed into that wetness, just needing to do something about the throb down there.

  He bit his lip, watching me with wide, needy eyes. But he couldn’t watch for long. He took me in his arms, crushing me to his body, his hard cock pressing into my stomach, the tip already wet. He kissed me again, his tongue filling my mouth, his hands running all over my body.

  “I want to try something,” he whispered, lips moving over my mouth as I sucked at them hungrily.

  He walked me back to the desk next to the window. He dropped his hands to my hips and spun me around so I was facing the window. I leaned forward, planting my hands on the desk for balance. Pete slid down, his hands traveling over my body slowly. He planted a kiss on one of my ass cheeks, and I giggled. His breath was warm on my sex when he pulled my legs apart gently. I whimpered and arched my back, lifting my ass to give him better access. He wrapped his hands around my legs, holding me open to him as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue tracing my lips, sending sparks of electric heat traveling up my body.

  I moaned as he ran his tongue over my clit. He closed his lips over it, sucking hard, and my body went rigid with pleasure, my fingers spreading open on the desktop as I threw my head back, unable to speak, to breathe, as his mouth kept up its work. I felt his tongue slide inside me, stroking that itch and creating more luscious heat that I could feel lighting up my face.

  I’d never realized how sensitive I was until Pete flicked his tongue inside me and that heat lit up my insides. I moaned, and he went deeper, pressing so far, his nose went between my lips. I snapped my hips, moving myself over his face, crying out as the pressure inside me built. It was too much – it felt like he was trying to tear me apart.

  He reached to run one finger over my clit, turning up the heat so it clenched my entire body. I breathed in, but couldn’t breathe out again. The orgasm slammed into me, blooming between my legs and spreading that tingling warmth over my entire body.

  I sighed and collapsed onto my elbows on the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer. I pressed my forehead against the cool wood, just needing to catch my breath.

  Pete stood up behind me, his hands moving from my legs to my hips. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my hot, needy sex. I was exhausted from the burst of pleasure still running through me, but I wanted more. I arched my back again, and he responded by tightening his hands on my hips and sliding inside me. I was so wet for him that he went all the way in, getting so deep, I cried out. I’d never had him this deep. The stab of pain gave way to instant bliss as he started a rough, even rhythm.

  “Emma, you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned, and thrust hard, drawing a breathless moan from me. His skin slapping against mine, his hands pulling my hips down hard onto his cock as he worked in and out of me; it was almost too much. I’d never felt such a mix of pleasure and pain. I’d never wanted someone more in my life.

  “Harder,” I groaned, even though I was sure if he went any harder, I wouldn’t be able to stay upright.

  He went harder, growling low in his throat. That heat kept building at the sound of him. I slid my feet wider apart, opening myself to him a little more. He responded by pumping harder. I wailed with the surge of ecstasy I felt, my body climaxing for the second time, this orgasm much harsher, the heat between my legs coating him with dripping wetness.

  He groaned again and thrust himself as deep as he could go between my legs, his hands sliding up to take hold of my breasts. His body was one clenched muscle shivering against my ass. I rubbed myself against him, getting him even deeper, and he growled, squeezing my breasts hard before letting his hands slide from body. He stumbled back a step, his softening cock sliding out of me.

  I pressed my head onto the desk again, too exhausted to stand and my muscles trembling with the overload of pleasurable sensation.

  “Come to bed,” Pete whispered.

  But I couldn’t move.

  He took me in his arms, lifting me off the ground and carrying me to the bed. He pulled down the blanket and set me gently onto the sheets. I curled into the pillow as he went around to the other side of the bed. He got in behind me, pressing his warm body against mine, both of us breathing heavily, his muscled arm holding onto me tightly.

  “That was amazing,” he said, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck.

  “I’ve never done it that way,” I said.

  “We can do it that way whenever you like,” he replied.

  I giggled at that. I thought about my empty hotel room next door and considered telling him I had to go. But I didn’t want to. I’d never stayed the night with him. I wanted to know what it was like to wake up next to him in the morning.

  I closed my eyes, relishing the sound of Pete’s breathing evening out as he fell asleep and the feeling of his heartbeat against my back. Soon after, I fell asleep, too, not giving my empty hotel room another thought.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Pete

  Monday

  I was just finishing up my second cup of lukewarm coffee when Emma’s car pulled off the country road and came down the driveway. I couldn’t help the grin that sprang to my lips. Nothing made me as happy as watching that girl arrive in the morning. I had to stop myself from begging her not to leave at the end of the day. After the weekend, maybe she wouldn’t have to go home every night.

  She walked over to the house, a small brown bag in one hand. She lifted it as she climbed the steps up to the porch. “I brought breakfast.”

  I smiled wider. “That was sweet of you.”

  “I cut some biscuits last night before bed and fried an egg and some sausage this morning before I came out here.” She reached into a bag and tossed me a foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich. She only lived a few minutes up the road, so the meal was still warm. I’d never been to her place, come to think of it. Maybe we could break in her bed sometime soon.

  “Thanks,” I said. I tore back the aluminum foil and dug in, moaning at how good it was. She’d melted cheese over the egg, too. I wasn’t used to someone cooking for me unless I went to the Texan.

  She knelt down to where Riley was lying down. “I even brought something for old Riley.” She took a sausage patty out of the bag, wrapped in a napkin. He actually lifted his head for that. She fed it to him, laughing at how quickly he devoured it. “I think he liked it!”

  I laughed, too, covering my mouth to keep from spitting out a chewed up chunk of my breakfast.

  She sat in the only other chair on the porch and took out her own sandwich.

  “Want some coffee?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”

  We sat in companionable silence for a while, each of us working on our sandwiches. It was nice. I liked that we didn’t have to talk to feel comfortable around each other. Lacey and I had that, but it was different. I’d never had it with a girl I dated. Nothing had ever felt this easy and natural.

  “We had ourselves one hell of a weekend,” I said as soon as I finished. I crushed the foil in my hand, pressing it into a ball.

  “We sure did,” she agreed, smiling over at me. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

  “I know what you mean. That night in the hotel. Holy shit.”

  She giggled prettily, and I wished I could see the exact look in her eyes at that moment. I’d gotten the chance to study them close up, exactly the way I’d wanted to when she’d first started on the farm. That close, you could see flecks of darker green close to the pupils, which explained why it felt so intense when she stared at you.

  “That was probably my favorite part,” she said. “After the funnel cakes.”

  I slapped my leg, laughing so hard I expected my stomach to split wide open. I�
�d treated her to a funnel cake at the rodeo, and you’d have thought the girl had never had one before. I swore her pupils dilated and everything. Kissing the powdered sugar from her lips had been better than the funnel cake itself. We’d had to go back for a second one, me laughing so hard I couldn’t help her finish it. Not that she’d needed my help. The girl could eat. It was another thing I liked about her. She didn’t trouble herself over calories or gaining weight.

  “I love those damned things,” she said, grinning.

  That got me going again, laughing harder than before so I had to lean over and curl my arms around my stomach to keep from falling out of my chair. She watched me, giggling a little herself, but mostly just shaking her head.

  “You’re so damned silly, Pete Gains.”

  She didn’t know the half of it, but I liked that it didn’t rub her the wrong way. That had happened a lot in the past with other girls. They found me funny at first, but it got old in a hurry.

  I tilted my head back, resting it on the chair, just basking in the morning, my girl next to me, and everything feeling right with the world. I hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

  It wasn’t to say I hadn’t been happy since Daddy passed, but there’d always been sadness just a few inches behind it, keeping me from really enjoying whatever was going on in my life. Now the only sadness I felt was at knowing Daddy would never get to meet Emma. Or our children. Shit. I kept doing that, jumping way ahead of myself. If I started telling Emma I loved her and couldn’t wait to start a family, raising our kids on this ranch the way I’d been raised, she’d run screaming for the hills and never look back. I knew what I wanted and had for a while now, but I needed to wait for her to get there in her own time.

  “Lacey’s gonna start teaching me how to train the horses the way she does,” Emma said. “I can run them around barrels, maybe not as fast as she can, but if I can help her, I’d like to.’

  “That’s great,” I said. It warmed my heart to see the two people who meant the most to me in this world getting along. “I’ve got an idea about how to spend the sunrise.”

  She turned to glance at me, her dark eyebrows lifted high.

  “I’ve never taken you around the property. I know you’ve ridden around with Lace, but I want to give you the grand tour.”

  “Okay,” she said with a smile.

  We left Riley sleeping off his breakfast on the porch and walked out to the equipment and storage barn beyond the stables. I rode the trailer out of the building and paused to let her climb up next to me. I already knew better than to offer my hand. She knew her way around a farm and didn’t need my damned help, or so Lacey’d said when I complained that Emma always looked at me sideways if I tried to help her with something around the ranch. She went off on me about feminism and how I needed to get with the times. But it wasn’t my fault Daddy raised me to be a gentleman.

  We rode out to the far field where I’d been baling hay to sell in town. I pointed out the northern boundary of the property.

  “Daddy bought the two farms around us when the families pulled up their stakes and left Round Rock behind. That added another hundred acres to what he already had.” I steered us around the field to an overgrown portion of grass that I sorely needed to mow today before I did anything else. “My parents used to grow a lot more than just hay. But I don’t recall Daddy growing a thing out here in all the years I was a kid. I mostly just keep it mowed. I could bring the horses out here, but the last time I did, Lacey and I had a bitch of a time getting them corralled again.”

  Emma giggled, probably at the thought of Lacey blowing her top, which she did pretty regularly when I was around. Like most brothers and sisters, we could get along great or fight like cats and dogs.

  We circled around back of the overgrown field, driving the long way around the western side of the house and back to the storage barn. I didn’t want the drive to end, but I could see Emma getting antsy in the seat next to me. She was snuggled in close, her shoulder and leg pressed into mine as her eyes roamed the property.

  “If I don’t get those horses fed soon, they’ll be screaming,” she said. She kept doing that — reading my mind.

  “What if I just kept driving and didn’t let you get off?”

  She looked up at me with narrowed emerald eyes, her smile as bright as the sun rising over yonder. “You think I’ve never jumped from a moving tractor before?”

  I had to laugh at that. I couldn’t quite get used to the sharp edges of her attitude. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she knocked me flat again. I loved it.

  I dropped her off at the stables and because we were still alone, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

  “See you after work,” she said and jumped off the tractor. I watched her swinging hips as she walked to the sliding door. Once she went inside, cutting off the view, I got to work. That back field wasn’t going to mow itself, I told myself.

  Emma had to leave a little early that evening to make dinner for her daddy and sister, so I stayed working until just before dark, ending the day dripping in sweat. I walked up to the house, ready for a shower and an early night. Lacey was waiting on me, her feet up on the porch railing and a cold beer in her hand. She handed me one, and I reworked my plan for the evening. Beer, shower, scrounge something easy for dinner, then bed.

  I sat down, screwed the top off my bottle, and clinked necks with Lacey. I took a nice long swallow before pulling off my hat and wiping the sweat from my brow with a damp handkerchief. Nothing beat the taste of a cool beer after a day of working hard out in the sun. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the taste and the breeze drying the sweat on my skin. The only thing that could make the evening better was having Emma here. But I’d take Lacey, too.

  “I was pleased with the rodeo,” she said.

  I opened my eyes and swung my head over to look at her. But she was looking out at the property line, her beer resting on her thigh.

  “I was, too,” I said, and took another swallow of my beer. “You did great racing. How much did you bring home?”

  “A thousand,” she said. “Not too shabby for a few minutes’ work.”

  “No shit.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I’d take that damned near any day.”

  “You could compete anytime you liked.”

  We both knew there was no way in hell I could do that. Not that I hadn’t tried a few events as a kid. I just didn’t have what it took. I could ride and rope, but my patience was in pitifully short supply. It didn’t just take time to get as good as Lacey was — I had all the time in the world here on the ranch — it also took dedication and focus. I’d never been able to focus on a thing in my whole damned life. If I had to sit still or knuckle down, that thing just wasn’t for me.

  I snorted at the thought of me riding and roping in the rodeo. “Nobody competes like you do, Lace. We only need one rodeo star on the farm.”

  She laughed at that, shaking her blonde head. “I don’t know about star, but I’ll take that money, that’s for damned sure.” She took a swig of her beer. “I was a little surprised we sold both Max and Tucker.”

  “Yep,” I said. “I couldn’t turn that money down.”

  “I know that. It just puts us low, is all. And with Emma here, we can take on a few more horses if we wanted.” She turned to glance at me, her dark eyes even darker in the disappearing sunlight. “Did you ever talk to that rancher about taking a look at the foals he has available?”

  I nodded, and Lacey looked suspicious. I wasn’t good at getting things done if it wasn’t on the farm — they just slipped right from my mind. But I’d actually taken care of this. Emma’d reminded me a few times, so I couldn’t really take the credit, but I didn’t plan on telling Lacey that.

  “Actually, I did. You can drive out there any time this week.” I took a few seconds to bask in the cool glow of her blatant disbelief before continuing on. “I’d like you to take a good long look at the five or so he has available and decide which’ll be the
best for what we need. I trust your judgment.”

  She made a haughty face, her eyes wide and lips pressed together.

  “I trust your judgment on horses,” I corrected, grinning as her face fell, setting into the pissed off expression she saved just for me. But she couldn’t hold back her giggling. We’d been ribbing each other for more than twenty years. I didn’t see a reason to stop now.

  I sat back in my seat, still grinning, and turned to face night falling over the front of the property.

  “You want to grab dinner tomorrow?”

  Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to agree to rustling up some grub together, but that goddamned bug she’d put in my ear last week was still giving me all kinds of trouble.

  I couldn’t figure out how to bring Lacey up around Emma. I was constantly worried about saying the wrong thing that would make our relationship sound less like siblings and more like potential lovers. It was making things really difficult for me on the farm. Emma didn’t seem too concerned about Lacey and me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I did just one thing that rubbed her the wrong way, I was going to end up needing to choose between them. I’d do damned near anything to avoid that.

  “I got to check with Emma,” I said, keeping my eyes well away from hers. I could feel her staring at me, those brown eyes searching hard for evidence of a boldfaced lie. I didn’t lie to her much, but whenever I did, she knew right away. “But I’m pretty sure we’re having dinner tomorrow.”

  I could see Lacey shrugging from the corner of my eye. “Let me know. Seems like forever since we grilled some burgers.” She didn’t say another word on the matter, just sank into her chair a little more as she took a swallow of her beer.

  I cursed myself up and down for lying to her. I shouldn’t have to do this kind of shit. Emma wasn’t the type to get jealous. And Lacey and I were best friends.