Claimed by the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men Book 4)

My heart is hammering against my chest as Penn drives us out of town and up the narrow winding roads that traverse the mountain. “You don’t live in town?” I’m not sure why this is the first time I’ve asked this, he’s mentioned that it’s a drive to his place, but I just assumed he lived in the next town over, not that he lived in the middle of nowhere on a mountain.

“Nope, my place is about halfway up the mountain, it’s a pain in the ass if you need to get a cab home, but the views are amazing,” he laughs.

“And you live with your family?”

“Sort of,” he chuckles. “Until recently, my brothers and I still lived in our family home. I know it’s weird, but we’re close, none of us enjoy living alone and the house is huge. When Beau and Bonnie got together and we had to listen to them fucking, we all agreed that unless we wanted to move out we needed to change the layout. We did a huge reno last year and now we basically all have our own two bed apartments and then a communal space that we can use, or not.”

“I’m an only child, I can’t imagine wanting to live with my family. I moved out for college and never went back again,” I sigh, inwardly cringing at just the thought of living with my parents.

“We know it’s unusual us all living together in our family home, but when you see it, you’ll understand why none of us ever wanted to leave.”

Falling into a comfortable silence I watch the sun set, the colors in the sky setting the Montana mountain range alight with reds and oranges and pinks. I never knew the sky could look like that until I’d gotten here, nor that so many stars filled the sky once the light show had faded. We slow, then turn down an unassuming gravel drive, and I focus all of my attention ahead of me as the huge log house comes into view. The house itself is single story, squat, with a pitched roof and looking entirely too much like it’s dropped off a cowboy movie. Light glows through the windows and somehow considering it’s alone, halfway up a mountain, it feels… homely.

Several cars are parked outside the front and Penn slows to a stop behind a huge jacked up truck that I’d need a ladder to get into. “Come on then, Kitten,” he says excitedly, jumping out of the car and rushing around to pull me out of my door. “So this is home. What do you think?”

He’s excited, more so than I’ve ever seen him, almost childlike in his enthusiasm to show me this house, this home that he loves so much. “It’s gorgeous,” I say truthfully, because it is, even if for some reason it wasn’t what I was expecting.

“My daddy built it himself, every log in it he cut himself and shaped into a fucking house.”

Taking my hand he tows me to the front door, opening it and pulling me inside where the scent of vanilla and cookies hits me, along with several sets of eyes. The room is huge, open plan and full of people. I recognize Bonnie, Alice and the brother from the diner today, Granger, but everyone else is a stranger to me. Strangers who are all staring at me with a sense of familiarity, like they all know who I am.

“Kitten, come meet everyone,” Penn says happily, closing the front door behind us and pulling me further into the room.

“Everyone, this is Lulu,” Penn announces to the room at large. Pulling me forward, he sits down on a huge sectional couch and drags me down next to him. “Lulu, this is my oldest brother Beau and you met his wife Bonnie the other day.” He gestures to the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. Seriously, I thought Penn was built, but this guy makes him look small in comparison. “Then this is Cody, Bay and Teddy.” He points to three guys in turn. “This is Huck and the mama to be is his fiancé, Cora.”

The red headed woman smiles at me, her face a little flushed, her hand rubbing absentmindedly at her swollen pregnant belly. “You’ve had a kid, right? Be honest, do you feel better once you squeeze them out, or am I going to feel like shit for the next six months?” Theres no preamble or pleasantries, she just blurts the words out.

“Peaches,” the guy sitting beside her chides.

“Huck Barnett, you did this to me, you should be lucky I’m letting you sit this close to me right now. I am so mad at you for this,” she shouts, lifting her hand from her belly and punching Huck right between the legs.

All of the guys hiss in synchronized unity as Huck crumples, slithering into a heap on the floor.

“I’m serious, I need to know,” Cora asks, completely ignoring the man moaning in pain at her feet.

I glance around for the others’ responses, but the guys are all wincing in sympathy and Bonnie and Alice are smirking, both of their shoulders shaking with restrained laughter.

“Well?” Cora prompts.

“Err, how long do you have left?”

“My due date was ten days ago, if this baby doesn’t come in the next forty-eight hours they’re taking me in.”

“Wow, okay. Err yeah, you’ll feel better, then the sleepless nights come and you’ll be exhausted but it’ll still be better than you feel now.”

Cora nods as if processing my words, then she glances down to her fiancé. “Huck.”

“Yeah, Peaches?”

“I want pie.”

“Okay baby,” he nods, cupping his balls as he slowly gets up from the floor and heads for the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he passes.

I have no idea what the hell just happened and as I glance at Penn, he’s smiling fondly at his sister-in-law, like she didn’t just punch his brother in the dick and she’s just the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“Come on, Kitten, I’ll give you the tour,” Penn says with a grin, standing up and tugging me up with him.

“Nice to meet you, Lulu, things aren’t normally this weird,” the big guy Beau says, his smile lighting up his face.

“Err sure. Nice to meet you too.”

Penn pulls me away from his family, pointing out things to me as we walk, but I’m not really paying any notice, until we stop beside a door.

“And this one is mine,” he announces, pushing it open and gesturing for me to walk inside.

Even though he told me he basically had a self-contained apartment off the main house, I wasn’t expecting an actual self-contained apartment, but that’s what this is. A small, open living, dining, kitchen space, then two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s bigger than the apartment I had back in Chicago and it’s beautifully decorated. The living space has one whole wall of windows that I’m sure have beautiful views in the daylight, as well as skylights that give you a glimpse at the inky blackness above us. The walls are a warm grey, the couch a deep red with a mix of black and grey throw pillows. The kitchen has white granite counters and white cupboards with brushed chrome appliances. It’s comfortable and modern and I feel instantly at home.

“This would be Poppy’s room,” he says, smiling as he opens a door and shows me a large bedroom. At the moment it’s empty apart from a desk and chair. “We could paint it pink, then get some of those decal stickers that go on the walls with a castle and a princess and all that shit.”

“Penn,” I sigh.

“Kitten, it’s happening so you might as well get on board. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you go anywhere, so you and Poppy moving in is an inevitability.”

“Penn, we’ve known each other for two days. I’m not moving in with you and I’m certainly not moving my daughter in with you and a whole host of other people I don’t know. In normal circumstances if it was just me, I’d want to be seriously dating someone for a year or so before I’d co-habit, now I have Poppy to consider so I’d need even longer. I can’t introduce someone into her life until I know if they’re going to become a permanent fixture. You seem like a nice guy, and maybe we can date and see where things go, but at least for a while I need you not to try to be around Poppy, it won’t be fair on her in the long run.” I feel better after I finish speaking, like I’ve taken back control of this runaway train of a situation. This is right, setting some boundaries, making sure he understands my priorities.

“That’s not happening, Kitten.”

“What?” My head snaps up and I gawp at Penn, who is shaking his head and looking down at me indulgently.

“I’m not staying away, I’m not backing off from being a part of Poppy’s life, I’m not prepared to date and see where it goes. I don’t need to do any of that bullshit stuff because I already know this is permanent. I’m happy to go down to the courthouse in the morning and make this official, then we can sort out adoption papers for Poppy so you’re both legally mine. I’m not walking away, I’m not giving you a chance to build walls, so here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to give you a month to get used to being with me, for that month we’ll stay at Chloe’s during the week; on the weekend you and Poppy will stay here and you can redecorate, change the furniture, whatever the fuck you need to do to make this home. I get that you’re used to being on your own and you have a shit ton of walls up to protect you and the princess. I don’t know what happened with Poppy’s dad, I’m hoping soon you’ll trust me enough to tell me, but know this, I’m not like any other guy you’ve known, dated, or fucked. You are mine. I’m not going to change my mind; I’m not going to get bored or lose interest. You’re it for me. I’m going to marry you, give you my name, then as many babies as I can convince you to have. You can work or stay at home, you can cook or let me look after you. But the one thing you won’t ever get to do is leave me. I’d chase you to the ends of the earth and drag you back over my shoulder, because you are my fucking life now.”

His eyes are wide and wild and so full of honesty I step back to shelter myself from the intensity of it. Who the hell says all that and means it? I’ve heard guys tell me they love me, I’ve heard them declare they want a future and a life with me, right up until the moment they change their minds. But none of them, not one has ever looked at me the way Penn is looking at me right now. I didn’t know honesty was a visceral thing until now, because I know with every fundamental part of me that he’s telling me the truth, and that scares the fucking hell out of me.

Shaking my head, I try to deny his words, to hide from them, from him even when he’s standing right in front of me.

“Yes, Kitten, yes. No bullshit, no lies, just god’s fucking honest truth. Run and I’ll chase, hide and I’ll find you, I won’t let you deny this when you feel it just like I do.”

“I need to go home, this is too much, I need to…” I trail off, not sure what the hell I need.

“Not yet, I’ve got a bet to win.”

“Bet?” I’m so bewildered I don’t even realize how close he is to me until his arm curls around my back and I’m pressed into his hard, warm chest.

“Ten minutes to make you beg, Kitten. Are you still doubting that I can do it, or do you understand now the affect your man has on you?”

His voice has gone from brutally honest to lust drenched sin, and I swear my pussy actually moans as arousal gushes from me.

A laugh burbles from his chest and I close my eyes trying to defend myself against him. “The way you look, Kitten, I’ll barely have to touch you.”

His fingers find mine and he tangles our hands together, turning me and slowly reeling me to him, guiding me out of the room. My eyes open without my consent the moment my feet start to move and I follow him, like a moth drawn to a flame even knowing it’ll burn.

He’s made me come more than once, but somehow I know that if he gets me on a bed, in private and without the risk of interruption, I’ll lose myself completely to the pleasure he evokes and then I’ll be powerless to fight him. The last eighteen months have been long and hard and scary. So much change, so many shocks, my life’s been like a merry-go-round that dips up and down but never stops.

If I didn’t want him, this would be so much easier, but until his hands slid up my dress the other day, I’d forgotten what pleasure felt like.

I let him lead me into his bedroom and close the door behind us. I feel almost blinded by the need to let him win this stupid bet. If he loses he said he’d leave me alone, but considering what he just told me he either knows he can win, or his offer to stay away is him just bullshitting me, because I don’t think either of us could walk away now if we tried.

Swallowing thickly I take in the room; the walls are white, the bedding black, it’s stark and monochrome and kind of perfect for Penn. His bed is huge like I expected, the dresser and bedside tables look like charred wood and are chunky and definitely not from pottery barn. It’s clean, almost empty and I scoff as I imagine all my mess and chaos taking over his space.

“Come here, Kitten,” he coos, drawing my attention back to him.

“Penn—”

“No Lulu. No thinking, rationalizing or arguing. The next ten minutes are mine and all I’m going to allow you to do is feel,” he rasps, his fingers squeezing mine, the only point of contact between our bodies.

Suddenly his hands are on my waist, peeling my shirt up and over my head. My jeans go next and then I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom in just my bra and panties. My stomach is covered in red, angry stretchmarks that haven’t faded yet despite it being six months since I was pregnant. I’m fighting the urge to cover them with my hands when he drops to his knees at my feet and he runs his fingers over my stripes, caressing the lines reverently. “I can’t wait to see your body swelling with more babies. You’re a fucking warrior, Kitten, and these are your battle scars. I love them.”

His tongue licks a hot wet path on one mark that goes from my bellybutton all the way to the waist of my panties and I find myself standing a little straighter, my fingers finding his hair instead of insecurely clenching at my sides.

“Go lie on the bed on your back,” he orders, his voice becoming husky as he demands my compliance.

Slowly, I do as he asks, aware of his eyes on me as I climb onto the comforter and wait for him to come to me.

Smirking, he exaggeratedly pulls his cell from his pocket, sets a timer for ten minutes, turning the screen to show it to me before he places it on one of the bedside tables and hits start. I expect him to pounce on me, but instead he slowly walks to the bottom of the bed and takes a moment to look at me.

His eyes rake over every inch, settling on the fabric between my thighs that I know is damp and clinging to my folds. “Part your legs.”

Shuffling my knees to the side, I spread my legs for him. I could fight him, drag things out and try to prolong this, but we both know he’s going to win and fuck it; I want him to. I want to be lust drunk and begging, and I want him to be the one that makes me that way.

Unfastening my bra, I pull it down my arms and throw it to the side, his eyes land on my nipples and I feel them harden beneath his gaze. My body heats and I move my hands to the waist of my panties and push them down, revealing myself to him. Kicking my legs free of the damp fabric, I spread them wide for him again, putting my wet pussy on display, taunting him silently to do his worst and make me beg.

“Naughty, naughty, Kitten. Your cunt is so fucking wet I could blow on you and make you scream, couldn’t I?”

I nod, and his smirk becomes cocky and knowing.

“You don’t want to play anymore?” he questions.

I shake my head.

“Good girl, now beg.”

I shake my head again.

“Beg, and instead of taunting you until you’re writhing and desperate, I’ll just slam my fat cock into you right now and we can make the most of the time we have by me fucking you raw.”

A groan slips out and I feel my arousal seeping from me and coating my thighs.

“Beg,” he demands, his voice going stern and unyielding.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Oh god, please fuck me.”

His lips spread into a wide smile and he blinks at me, smug and knowing and infuriatingly sexy as he stands there fully dressed while, I’m naked and squirming and literally begging him to touch me and fuck me without him even having to lay a finger on me.

Oh so slowly, he pulls his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. Kicking off his boots, he pushes down his jeans and boxers together, pulling them and his socks off his feet until he’s gloriously naked.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I take him in. His chest seems even bigger without clothes, broad and defined and covered in tattoos. In fact, most of his torso and arms are covered in bright bold Japanese images, pink flowers, orange fish, a green dragon. He’s a living work of art and if this were any other moment, I’d want to look at each thing in turn; but he’s naked and so am I… and I need his dick.

Holy fuck.

I let my eyes drop to his dick and all of the air in my lungs puffs out of me in a single, shocked exhale. Most guys boast that they have a big dick. They think it’s a badge of honor to be well hung, but truthfully, ninety percent of the time they’re nothing but average sized with an over inflated ego. Penn is nothing like those guys. His dick is obscenely large. I had my hand wrapped around it at lunchtime, but I swear it didn’t seem this big. It’s like a fucking bat hanging between his thighs, long and as wide as my wrist, there is no way that thing is fitting inside of me, absolutely no fucking way.

I shake my head, shutting my legs together with a slap as my skin meets and locks my pussy down.

“Spread your legs, Kitten, it’ll fit.”

“No, it won’t.”

“I promise it will. I’ll get you so wet and ready you’ll be panting to ride it even as I stretch you.”

“I don’t—”

“Now,” he orders, his patience finally gone as he climbs one knee onto the bed and forcibly spreads my legs so he can settle between them.

His lips find mine and he kisses me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as his hand finds my breast and cups it. I feel the slight pinch of pain as his fingers squeeze down on my nipple, rolling it as he owns my mouth.

I gasp and he swallows the sound, his fingers pinching down a little harder on my nipple as the hint of pain makes my back arch. I’ve always enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure, but the majority of the men I’ve known have been more into their own appetites than interested enough to bother understanding mine. Penn isn’t like that. He always seems to know exactly what I want, like he’s reading my thoughts. So it doesn’t surprise me when his free hand tangles with my hair, yanking roughly, turning me exactly where he wants me to go, while I try to rub my pussy against him, desperate for friction.

“Fingers on your nipples, I want you to pinch and tug on them while I get your cunt ready for me. Don’t go easy, make it hurt, just the way you like it. You stop, and I’ll stop playing with your pussy, you get me?”

I nod manically, lifting my hands to my breasts and rolling the peaks of my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers while he shuffles down the bed until his face is level with my sex.

“Such a pretty, wet cunt. Who does it belong to?”

“Right now, whoever makes it fucking come,” I pant, unable to stop sassing him, even when I’m desperate for his touch.

“Wrong answer,” he chuckles, lifting his hand and spanking my sex.

The pain is instant, raw and burning and I yelp. “Hey.”

“If this cunt belonged to anyone but me it wouldn’t be dripping right now, so tell me, Kitten, who would you rather have between your spread thighs?”

“No one. You.”

“So, who does this wet slit belong to?”

“You.”

“Good, Kitten. Spread those thighs nice and wide, I’m going to stretch you out so you can take all my cock like a good little kitty cat, but first you need to ask me nicely.”

“Penn,” I warn, the pain from my nipples almost overtaking my desire.

“Ask. Me. Nicely,” he demands, speaking slowly and enunciating each word.

“Penn, please.”

“Ask me.”

“Please stretch my pussy out so I can take your obscene cock.”

A single finger slams into me and I yelp. Fucking me with his hand, his tongue finds my clit and I swear to god I black out as an orgasm crashes through me. When I become aware of what’s happening to me, my pussy is stretched wide and it feels like he has his entire, huge hand inside of me.

“Too full, oh god,” I cry, writhing as a second orgasm barrels toward me, threatening to hurtle me over the edge again.

“That’s only two fingers, Kitten, I need to get three, maybe four into you before I can take you with my cock.”

“No, I can’t.” Thrashing my head from side to side I try to close my knees, but his broad shoulders between my thighs stops me.

“You can, and you fucking will,” he says as he nips at my clit, and I explode into a second orgasm. This time I stay conscious as his fingers keep moving inside of me and when he crams a third, thick digit into me it feels like I’m stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m so full it hurts, but it feels amazing at the same time and as tingling starts in my toes, I know that if I orgasm again I’ll scream so loud the entire house will hear.

“Walls are soundproofed,” Penn laughs, sensing what I’m thinking without me even having to say anything. “Come again, and then I’m going to bury my dick inside of you and claim you.”

I don’t know what he does, but it hurts in the very best way and my entire pussy clenches as I feel arousal gush from me as I come again, my whole body tensing and then releasing with a burst of euphoria that I’ve never experienced before in my life.

Somehow, I’m still working my nipples and he pushes me away as he crawls up my chest and takes one into his mouth. “Delicious,” he smirks, then kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, but he doesn’t give me a chance to protest as the broad head of his dick pushes against my entrance.

Even after three orgasms and him filling me to capacity with his fingers, the head still feels impossibly large. “Oh fuck,” I gasp.

“Relax and let me in, my entire cock is going in you, Kitten, so you need to spread your legs as wide as they’ll go and let me take control. I swear I’ll make it feel so fucking good.”

I nod, clinging to his shoulders as his lips find my neck, nipping and kissing as he slowly works his behemoth cock into me. Pushing and retreating, I whimper as he fills me slowly, the pain gradually morphing into a tingling pressure that makes me pant and moan until he’s finally all the way inside of me.

“Good girl, that it’s, Kitten, take me. I can’t fuck you with all of it, but I wanted you to feel what it was like to be stuffed full of my cock.”

“Oh god,” I breathily gasp.

“I’m going to take your mouth and your ass too, there won’t be a part of you that I haven’t touched and filled and fucked.”

“You’re not putting that thing in my ass,” I moan, as he pulls out and then slowly slides back into me, not all the way, but far enough that the head hits my g-spot and I see stars.

“Yes I am, I’m going to fill your ass with my dick and then when I come I’m going to spank your ass while my cum drips out of your gaping hole.”

His dirty words, combined with the way his thick cock is filling me, makes me unable to speak. Burying my face into his neck, I hold on to him tightly as he uses my body for his pleasure, mini orgasms sparking to life with every thrust. I’m going to hurt tomorrow, honestly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk, but I’ve never been fucked like this before. This is a whole body experience, every single one of my nerve endings from the top of my head to the tips of my toes are alight and buzzing with euphoria.

His pace increases until he’s fucking me with abandon, only using about three quarters of his dick, making sure not to actually hurt me until I detonate around him, clamping down on his cock so hard that it hurts, even as I scream and pant with pleasure. He comes too, and I feel the heat of his release burst inside of me, filling me up as he jerks above me, his moans of pleasure stifled against my head.

I’m not sure how long it takes us both to come back to reality, but I don’t loosen my hold on him, needing to be close to him and make this moment of ecstasy last as long as possible. If I let him go, reality will creep in and I don’t want that, because we just had sex, very, very unprotected sex and I’m not on the pill.