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

I’m barely aware of the drive home, my mind running in circles at a hundred miles an hour. So much has fucking happened today and I don’t even know what to think about first. I wanted this. I’ve been looking forward to finding my woman since I watched Granger fall for Alice and for the first time in my life, I truly understood what jealousy felt like and I didn’t like it.

I didn’t want their women, Bonnie, Cora and Alice are great, but it wasn’t them I wanted, it was the relationship, the contentment, the sense of ownership. The knowledge that my woman is indisputably mine.

Seeing Lulu today was like being hit by lightning and then driven over by a truck all at the same time. She’s everything I’ve ever fucking wanted in a woman. She’s sexy, her body is curvy and plush and fucking gorgeous. She’s feisty and won’t take my shit, but I saw the look in her eyes when I growled and told her what to do. She’s strong enough to allow herself to be weak for me and I love it. I can’t wait to get her beneath me. My dick has been rock fucking hard since she walked into me this morning and until I get inside of her, I can’t see it getting soft any time soon.

I groan when I remember what it felt like to touch her. Her pussy was hot and wet and I had to stretch her out to get all three fingers inside of her. I wasn’t talking shit when I told her I had a big dick—I do. Most women are a bit intimidated when they see it and I usually have to do a shit load of foreplay so I don’t hurt them. Playing with a pussy isn’t exactly a chore, but when all I want is to get off, it’s frustrating that I have to put in the time. It’s different with Lulu, I can’t wait to eat her out and get her ready for me, but I know she’ll enjoy the bite of pain if sometimes I just decide to slam straight into her.

Seeing Poppy was a shock, but now that I know her biological dad isn’t in the picture, she’s just as much mine as her mama is. I hadn’t exactly expected to get a ready-made family, but that doesn’t necessarily make it a bad thing. Watching my woman with her daughter made my heart actually hurt. I can already tell she’s an amazing Mama, and that’s sexier than I ever expected it to be. I wish I’d met her before she had her, I wish I’d gotten a chance to watch her belly grow with the baby inside of it. I wish Poppy was mine, so I’d never have to think about anyone else sharing that amazing bond with her.

But at the end of the day, every little thing doesn’t have to be instantly perfect. We’re not teenagers and with age comes baggage. I’m sure as shit not looking forward to telling Lulu that the daughter of the woman she’s living with used to be my fuck buddy, but I will, because if Chloe and Lulu are as close as they seem, it’s only a matter of time before she finds out anyway.

Pulling into the driveway, I kill my car engine and inhale a long slow breath. Normally driving my Shelby Mustang GT is like an instant mood enhancer, but today it’s not having its usual affect. I feel adrift. Leaving Lulu was hard tonight, but it’s not like I could drag her home with me, or invade her bed when Poppy’s crib is right next to it.

Being anywhere she isn’t just feels wrong and as I throw open my car door and make my way to the house, the need to be close to her only increases with each step further away I take. Pushing open the front door, I wait for the wave of homeliness to wash over me the way it normally does whenever I step inside my house, but today it feels muted. Technically I live with my brothers; but last year we started a renovation project on the house we grew up in, so that we could all continue to live here even as our family expanded. Now we each have a mini wing that leads off the main living space and gives us two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen and dining space for when we’re not looking to be together.

Weirdly, we all still seem to end up eating together in the original house, but now we have the option not to. I know Beau and Bonnie, Huck and Cora, and Granger and Alice appreciate having the extra privacy and the rest of us enjoy the soundproofing that was installed so we don’t have to listen to our siblings fucking.

We all agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t bring women home, unless they were our women and therefore a part of the family. Until Beau brought Bonnie home, none of us had ever felt like we’d found our one, but now I have three sisters and our family home does at times sport a bit of a commune feel.

The living room is full of people when I step inside and a palpable sense of excitement fills the air as my brothers and sisters peer around me, obviously searching for the woman I haven’t been able to bring home.

“You alone?” Beau asks incredulously.

“Yep,” I nod, my feet dragging as I walk past them all into the kitchen, grabbing myself a beer from the refrigerator, not bothering to offer to get anyone else anything before I pad back into the living room and flop down onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” Alice asks.

Alice is my newest sister. Granger met her back in November last year and moved her into our home the same day. She’s quiet, due to some fucked up stuff that happened when she was a kid, but she’s starting to come out of her shell more every day, and her making the effort to check on me instantly makes my chest swell.

“Yeah, I’m good, it’s just been a long ass day.”

“What’s happened?” Beau asks.

“She has a kid,” I blurt out, not planning to make it sound as dramatic as it does.

“Fuck. Is she still with the dad? She’s not married, is she?” Cora babbles.

I shake my head. “She says the dad’s not in the picture. Poppy, her daughter is a baby, cutest little thing I’ve ever fucking seen and Lulu with her, fuck, I never…” I trail off, struggling to explain how it made me feel. “They’re both mine, but I had to fucking leave her there, I couldn’t just throw her over my shoulder and kidnap her when she has the princess to think about.”

Someone’s hand lands on my shoulder and I look up to find Bay has moved beside me, his huge palm squeezing me lightly. “You’ll work it out, her and Poppy will both move in, it’s just going to take a little more time that’s all,” he says, obviously trying to reassure me.

I nod, but now that I’m home and alone I feel almost shellshocked. “I didn’t like having to leave them there, without me.”

“Where’s she living?” Beau asks.

A dry, scoffing laugh falls from my lips. “With Chloe Mason.”

“Roxanne’s mom?” Huck chokes.

“Yep. I haven’t figured out how they know each other yet, but they’re close.”

“Who’s Roxanne?” Alice asks quietly.

Rubbing my face with my palm I cringe. “My ex-fuck buddy who lost her shit and stabbed holes in the condoms to try and get pregnant with my kid.”

“Oh,” Alice says, her lips forming a perfect circle as she tries not to show how fucked I am.

“Yeah, I ended things with her way back last year, but I’m not looking forward to explaining that one to Lulu,” I say with a sigh.

“So what’s the plan? What can we do to help?” Teddy asks.

For a moment I’m stunned silent as I glance up and look at my amazing family. “I fucking love you guys. I know I don’t say it enough and I know I’m being a fucking pussy because I found my woman today. But I really do, I love you all and I can’t wait for you all to meet her and the princess, you’re going to love them both.”

I spend the next hour talking them through everything that happened today, from her literally crashing head first into my life, to the moment I had to leave Chloe’s house and come home. The only thing I left out was how I made her come on my fingers. Between my brothers I could see the sympathy in Bay, Teddy and Cody’s faces and the knowing look in Beau, Huck and Granger’s. The divide between those who have their women and those who have no idea what this feels like is expanding, but no matter what, I know they’re all here for me.

By the time I crawl into bed, my mind is spinning with everything I need to do to secure my future with my new family. No matter how much I wish it was, this isn’t as simple as just telling Lulu she’s mine and fucking her till she agrees. I still intend to fuck all of that sass and snark out of her, until she’s unequivocally claimed in every way; but after talking it out with my family I know that she’ll need to know this is more than just a sexual connection before she allows me to change both her and her daughter’s life.

When I’m naked beneath my sheets, I still wish she were here and I pull out my cell and text her. I wish I could call, but if she’s in bed I don’t want to risk waking Poppy up.

Me: I wish you were here with me or I was there with you. My dick is aching to be inside of you, feel you gripping me tightly while I fuck you raw. One time is all it’d take for you to know you were mine.

I’m not really expecting her to text back. I can already tell she’s stubborn, and I like that about her. As much as I love Alice, the way Granger and her are together wouldn’t work for me. I want my woman to be independent, but willing to give herself over to me completely. I need that control, to be the one in charge. But I want to take that control from her, because she can’t help herself, not have it offered it up on a silver platter.

That’s one of the main problems I’ve found with the other women I’ve have pseudo relationships with. They wanted to play at being mine, to them it was all a game while they tried to top me from the bottom and that’s just not my fucking kink. I’m no one’s bitch and still the women I’ve fucked in the past have tried to play me like one.

Five seconds in Lulu’s company told me all I need to know about her. Winning her will be the ultimate challenge with the sweetest prize, and I can’t wait to win. My cell pings and I almost send it flying off the side of the bed in my haste to check it.

Lulu: **eyeroll emoji** If your dick’s hard, you have two hands or I’m sure you could find a willing hole to stick it in.

My smile is wide as I quickly type out a reply.

Me: The only holes I’m interested in are your cunt, your ass and your mouth. If you’re offering, then I can be in your bed in thirty minutes, but I’ll have to gag you so you don’t wake up Princess when you’re screaming my name.

Lulu: Wow! Someone’s full of themselves. I said WILLING hole, so that counts me out.

Me: Your cunt was more than willing earlier; I can still smell your sweetness on my skin.

Lulu: Every girl likes to get off and it’s been a while **shrugging emoji**

Me: I’ll make you come over and over; we both know the moment I touched you, you’d be more than willing.

Lulu: I’m impressed you could even get through the front door with how big your ego is.

Me: My ego’s in direct relation to the size of my dick, so, massive.

Me: **photo**

Lulu: Dude, isn’t it like illegal to send unsolicited dick pics these days? #notcool

Me: My dick belongs to you now, I figured you’d want to assess your assets. Your turn, send me a pic of your wet little kitty with three fingers stuffed inside it.

Lulu: I have no interest in owning any of you. You and your monster dick should just stay away from me and find a more willing victim to stalk.

Me: I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to, which I don’t. Sweet dreams, Kitten. Say the word in the morning, and I’ll make your cunt all juicy and dripping for me as a breakfast treat.

Lulu: Night, stalker. Lose my number

Smiling to myself, I grab my dick and squeeze. I think about jacking off, but decide I want to save all my cum for her. Women are super fertile after they have a baby and the thought of making Poppy a sibling is incredibly appealing. I fall asleep with my dick in my hand and dream of all the filthy ways I’m going to claim Lulu. I have the sweetest dreams I’ve ever had.

The next morning, I get to Chloe’s house early in case Lulu decides to try and leave without me. Chloe answers the door when I knock it, she’s still in her bathrobe, her hair a little disheveled, a cup of coffee gripped in her hands.

“Coffee’s in the pot and Poppy’s breakfast is cooling on the counter if you want to help. Lulu’s running a little behind this morning.”

“Sure,” I smile, stepping into the house and immediately heading for my princess who is gurgling happily in a playpen set up at the edge of the living room. “Good morning, Princess, you hungry?” I ask, leaning over the pen and scooping her up into my arms.

The moment I straighten and look down at my little girl, she flashes me a wide smile. I thought I was a sucker for her mama, but Poppy melts my heart with just a grin and I know I’m going to be a complete pushover for her for the rest of our lives.

“She sits in her highchair to eat, make sure you strap her in, because she’s a wiggler,” Chloe calls.

Nodding, I carry Poppy into the kitchen, spotting the pink chair with a white plastic tray set up next to the dining table. I don’t remember it being here last night, but honestly I wasn’t paying too much attention to anyone but Lulu by the time we sat down.

Carefully lowering her wiggling legs into the seat, I fumble for a minute with the straps, eventually figuring out that her arms go through loops on either side and fasten to a clip that goes between her legs to stop her from scooting down and falling out the chair. It’s a bit like a racing harness, I’ve fitted into cars before. There’s a fabric thing on the plastic tray and when I lift it up, I see it’s a bib that I fasten around her neck.

Grabbing the pink plastic bowl from the counter, I glance down at the sloppy oatmeal and grimace a little.

“Check it’s not too warm,” Chloe calls, she’s behind me in the kitchen now although I didn’t realize she’d moved, I was too involved with getting the princess settled.

“How do I do that?”

She chuckles. “Try some, if it’s hot against your lips, it’s too hot for Poppy.”

Pulling out a chair opposite to Poppy’s highchair, I nod, gripping the long plastic spoon in my massive hand and dipping it into the beige goop. I’m not a fan of oatmeal, the texture has always freaked me out a little, and I fight a grimace as I bring the spoon to my lips and test the temperature. It’s warm, but not hot, so I pull the gross stuff away from my mouth and hold it out to Poppy. Her look suggests that she’s about as impressed with the oatmeal as I am, but with a little coaxing she parts her lips and lets me slide the spoon into her mouth. When I pull the spoon back about half the mush comes back out with it and I use the spoon to push it back in.

I’ve never fed a baby before and I’ve no idea if I’m doing it right, but after five minutes, about three quarters of the bowl is gone and Poppy is only wearing about half of that.

Lulu comes rushing downstairs just as I’m making airplane noises and dive bombing a spoon full of mush toward Poppy’s mouth. She giggles and I take advantage and slide the spoon straight in.

“What? What’s going on?” Lulu asks, her eyes wide as she looks between me, Poppy and Chloe who’s leaning back against the counter, half watching me, half watching the morning show that’s playing quietly on the tv.

“Morning Kitten, sleep well?” I flash her a smirk, raking my eyes over the fitted dress she’s wearing that clings to her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure and fantastic boobs.

“Err, morning, what are you doing?”

“Feeding the princess her breakfast,” I say, focusing my attention back on Poppy and pushing another spoonful of disgusting beige mush into her mouth.

“I see that. I meant why are you doing that?” she asks slowly.

“Because Chloe said you were running a little late this morning and I thought I could help out,” I tell her simply.

“Oh, err, well, thank you. I can finish up if you want.”

“Nope, me and Princess are bonding, you get some breakfast, I’d love a cup of coffee though.”

“How do you take it?”

“Black, one sugar please.” I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t turn and look at her, no matter how much I want to get another eyeful of how sexy she looks. A moment later she slides a mug of coffee onto the table beside me. “Thanks.”

We all fall into an oddly comfortable silence as I feed Poppy, while Lulu sits on the other side of her daughter eating toast and Chloe watches the tv on the couch. It’s a strange kind of domesticity that I can’t wait to get used to. Once Lulu and Poppy move in with me, we’ll be surrounded by family who’ll dote on my woman and Poppy as much as I will.

When the oatmeal bowl is empty and Poppy is wearing almost as much as she’s eaten, I stand from the table and search the sink for a cloth I can use to clean her up.

“I’ll clean her up, you guys need to get going so you’re not late for work,” Chloe says, grabbing a pack of something and quickly wiping Poppy’s face clean. Lulu coos to her daughter, covering her now clean face in kisses.

“Bye Princess,” I say, leaning down and booping Poppy carefully on the nose with the tip of my finger. “You ready?” I ask Lulu, and she gives Poppy one last lingering look, before she kisses Chloe on the cheek and then marches toward the front door.

“You hate leaving her, don’t you?” I ask once we’re outside and walking toward my mustang that I’ve parked at the end of the driveway.

“I hate it so much,” she whispers.

“Does her dad—”

“Poppy doesn’t have a dad, she has me and she has Chloe. The person who provided the other half of her DNA doesn’t even get a mention in the footnote of her existence,” she says forcefully.

“Okay,” I say with a smile. “Did you dream about me last night? Why don’t you tell me what I was doing to you?”

“Jesus,” she hisses.

“What’s up, Kitten?”

“The things that come out of your mouth, you have zero filter.”

“Why do I need a filter with you? I’m happy to tell you all about my dreams. You were underneath me, your legs spread as wide as you could get them, your cunt dripping wet, your clit all swollen from where I’d sucked on it and I was pounding into you, your tits bouncing as you held your legs open so we could both watch my dick fill you.” My dick hardens at my own words and I glance across the car to her. I can see her chest moving up and down rapidly, her fingers white as she grips the seat tightly beneath her.

“Are you imagining what it’d feel like to be helpless beneath me, a slave to do whatever I say? Begging me for more and knowing that you won’t get it unless I decide to give it to you.”

A quiet groan falls from her lips and she squirms in her seat. When she goes to cross her legs, I stop her, pushing my hand between her knees and forcing her legs wide.

“Is your pussy all sticky and wet for me, Kitten? Part your legs and let me see.”

When she moves, it’s instinctual. Her thighs part, and I push my hand up her skirt and cup her cunt, feeling the heat pouring from her and the wet patch across the front of her panties.

“Kick off your shoes and put your feet on the seat,” I order.

“No,” she groans.

“Now Kitten, don’t make me ask again. Do as I say and I’ll make you come. If you don’t, I’ll edge you till we get to work, but I won’t let you come and I’ll leave you wet and needy until later.”

“I can make myself come,” she rasps.

“Maybe, but it’ll pale in comparison and you’ll only feel more needy because it’s only my touch, my fingers that’ll sate that need. Then later I’ll punish you for touching yourself, because this cunt is mine,” I growl.

She fidgets for a minute, then slowly lifts her feet off the floor, balancing the edges of her heels onto the seat.

“Good girl,” I croon, pushing her panties to the side and running my fingers through her wetness, before I thrust two fingers inside of her and find her clit with my thumb.

Her gasp seems to echo around my car as I try to watch where I’m going while I finger fuck her. When my attention leaves the road for the second time, I swerve to the side and stop, putting my car in park and turning all my attention to Lulu’s pussy.

Leaning over her, I capture her lips with mine as I use my now free hand to rub her clit until she’s panting and lifting her ass off the seat and grinding into my fingers. “That’s it, Kitten, come on my fingers again, come for me.”

A whimpering gasp is followed by a full body shudder as her orgasm crashes through her. Eyes tightly shut, her lips part and she moans throatily as her cunt clamps down on my fingers, pulsing as she explodes from the outside in. In this moment she is utterly enthralling, so beautiful when she’s consumed by passion that I wish I could take a picture so I could capture this image forever.

I keep moving my fingers slowly, fucking her though her orgasm, until her body unfurls and her feet slide to the floor.

“Fuck,” she pants.

“Watch your mouth, Kitten, I don’t like hearing you curse.”

“Well you’re probably going to be shit out of luck, fuck is one of my favorite words,” she smiles, her eyes still closed.

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping a count, I’ll decide on your punishment later.”

“Punishment?” Her eyes crash open and she tips her head in my direction.

“You like that idea? I bet no man’s ever tried to take you in hand have they? No one’s ever taught you to mind your behavior, but don’t worry, I will.”

As I watch, she swallows thickly, her pussy drooling as a fresh surge of sweetness coats my fingers that are still buried inside of her.

Clearing her throat, she tries to push my hand away, but I ignore her, thrusting my fingers in a little deeper in a silent warning. Putting the car into gear I pull out onto the road, my fingers still deep inside of her. Her hands try to push mine away, she tries to cross her legs, but I refuse to move, forcing her to stay impaled on my hand the entire way to her office.

“Penn,” she snaps.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?”

“Your fingers.”

“Are buried deep inside your cunt,” I smirk.

“It hurts.”

“No it doesn’t, your pussy hasn’t stopped gushing since I slid inside of you. It’s practically begging me to replace my fingers with something bigger, but I’m not going to claim you for the first time in my car like some horny fucking teenager.”

“Your cock isn’t going anywhere near my pussy; I shouldn’t have let you touch me at all.”

“Adding lies and bullshit to the things I punish your mouth for saying too. I hope you like the taste of jizz, because it looks like I’m going to have to spend a lot of time washing your tongue with it.”

Shock flashes across her expression as she stares silently at me.

“You wouldn’t—”

“I wouldn’t what?” I interrupt. “I wouldn’t dare to force you to your knees and fuck all the sass right out of your mouth with my dick in your throat? I sure as fuck would. You’re mine, Kitten, and you’ll learn to mind me, just like I’ll learn to make you scream with pleasure. I love your fire, but I won’t tolerate you lying to me.”

The moment she realizes her mouth has fallen open she snaps it shut, glaring at me as she doubles her efforts to remove my hand from between her legs. “I need to go to work.”

“Kiss me first,” I demand.

“No.”

“Kiss me, or I’ll keep you here in this car and fuck you with my fingers over and over till someone calls the cops because of how loud you’re screaming.”

“I hate you,” she hisses.

“That’s another.”

“Another what?”

“Time you’ve lied to me.”

“I’m not lying,” she says through gritted teeth as I force my thumb through her gripped thighs and rub at her clit.

My laugh is low and soft. “Yes you are. Now kiss me, Kitten.”

Her eyes hood and she glares at me, venom shooting from her eyes. Maybe she does hate me right this minute, that shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does. I’m still smiling when she leans forward and pecks her lips against mine.

“Nope, that’s not a kiss.”

“It’s all you’re getting,” she snarls.

The walls of her cunt are swollen and puffy from her orgasm, but I still manage to push a third finger into her sex, how wet she is easily allowing her to stretch.

“Oh fuck,” she pants as I slowly start to move my fingers. “Stop.”

“Is that what you really want? Or do you want me to fuck your cunt until you come again so hard, your cum with be dripping off my hand and soaking into the seat. My car will smell like your pussy for the rest of the day, it’ll torture me every time I open the door.

My fingers keep up a steady pace, fucking her slow and deep as I work her clit with my thumb.

“Oh. Oh god,” she moans, as her legs part again, allowing me access, her dress bunched at her waist.

“Ask me to make you come,” I order.

Her teeth find her bottom lips and she bites down, sucking in a breath as she shakes her head.

“Kitten, ask nicely.”

“Please, oh fuck, please make me come.”

“Kiss me,” I demand.

Her lips find mine and she kisses me properly, moaning into my mouth as I fuck her to release again. I swallow all her sounds, unwilling to share them as she shakes against me. “Good girl,” I praise, stroking her jaw with my thumb as I collar her throat with my free hand. “See how good I make you feel when you mind me,” I praise, waiting until her internal muscles stop fluttering before I slide my fingers from inside of her, and pull her panties back in place, covering her pussy and the sopping mess I’ve made of it.

“What are you doing to me?” she questions, her eyes glazed with confusion.

“Owning you,” I tell her simply, stealing a kiss from her lips before I open my door and climb out. Circling the car, I open her door and offer her my hand, trying not to smile at how disheveled she looks.

She doesn’t fight me for once, taking my hand and letting me pull her out. I take a moment to smooth her dress, as her legs steady. “Have fun at work, I’ll come get you and we can have lunch together at one-thirty. Call me if you need me, I’m only around the corner.”

Her nod is a little dazed and I smile again. “See you later, Kitten.” Swatting her on the butt, I watch until she pushes into the building, then I climb back in my car and suck her taste from my fingers before I start the engine and pull back onto the street.