Property Of The Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men Book 1)

“Beau—” I start.

“Bonnie, get your butt round here and kiss me goodbye before I come round there and redden that ass again,” he warns, his voice rough and full of promise.

My mind fills with how it felt when he spanked me this morning and made me come. Heat pulses in my cheeks as I blush, embarrassed and turned on by how much I liked it. Slowly I force my feet one in front of the other as I make my way from behind the counter towards him. When I reach him, I press my palms flat against his huge, hard chest and kiss him chastely on his cheek.

“That’s how you kiss me after I made you scream my name this morning?” he asks archly, yanking me into him and taking my mouth in a rough, claiming kiss that makes my head spin and my nipples pebble in anticipation.

“Jesus, that’s some kiss.”

My eyes snap open, and I tear myself away from Beau’s hold and spin to see Hannah standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, a knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Hannah, hi,” I say a little too loudly.

“Morning Bonnie, Beau, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“You weren’t,” I say too quickly, rushing towards her and almost dragging the basket from her arms.

“You were, but it’s fine, I’ve got to go to work anyway,” Beau laughs, coming up behind me and curling one of his huge hands across my stomach. “See you later, baby girl, text me and let me know what time you’re finishing.”

I nod absently, looking anywhere but at him. His fingers pinch my chin and he tips my face back, forcing me to look up at him. “Text me or call me,” he growls.

“Okay,” I nod.

“Kiss me,” he orders.

“Beau.”

“Kiss me,” he orders again, the stubborn look in his eyes warning me that he’ll keep me like this until I comply.

Pushing up onto my tiptoes I press my lips to his, planning to make it quick, until he palms the back of my head and kisses me deeply and thoroughly, not releasing me until I’m breathless.

“Behave,” he whispers, pressing a quick peck against my lips before he lets me go, then turns and leaves.

“Hell, I think I’m pregnant just from watching you two,” Hannah laughs. “How long have you pair been together, and how the hell have you managed to keep it quiet for so long?”

“We’re not together,” I say quickly.

“You kiss all your customers like that then?” she asks, with a knowing smirk.

“No. I. We. It’s complicated,” I say with a sigh, turning my back on her to take the basket behind the counter. Filling the display as quickly as I can, I pass the basket back to her and then pretend to be busy filling the bean grinder, hoping she’ll leave rather than stay and try to talk some more.

“Well I can’t say I’m not shocked, but good on you,” she says. “You caught the uncatchable, the white whale, and if what Misty Connors says is true, he has a seriously huge moby dick,” she laughs. “See you tomorrow, Bonnie.”

I don’t turn around until I’m sure she’s gone, then I exhale slowly, closing my eyes, ready to kill Beau for kissing me like that in here where anyone could see us. Rockhead Point is a small town and Hannah is a gossip, there won’t be a soul left this side of the mountain who won’t know about Beau and me kissing by the end of the day.

By the time the clock hits twelve I’m tired, starving, and pissed off with Beau. My cell phone has six unopened text messages from him, but I’m too annoyed with him to even look at them. Every Rockhead Point resident who’s come in for coffee this morning has asked me about Beau and my supposed relationship. Some were genuine well wishes, others were from women who all wanted to know if he was officially off the market. More than one of them asked me to confirm if the rumors about the size of his junk were true.

When the bell above the door rings, I look up and find Cody Barnett smiling at me as he saunters in.

“Hey Bonnie,” he says with a smile that’s incredibly like his older brother’s.

“Didn’t Beau tell you? I banned the entire Barnett family from the shop a few days ago.”

“He didn’t mention it, no,” Cody smirks. “But he did ask me to tell you to reply to his texts.”

“Is that the only reason you came down here, to bug me for your infuriating brother?” I snap.

“Nope, I came for a coffee and a lemon bar too,” he says. “I need something sweet to go with my lunch, did you eat yours yet? Granger always puts in oatmeal raison cookies and they’re too healthy to feel like a real treat.”

“I haven’t had a chance to eat yet, it’s barely twelve,” I say on a sigh.

“You’ve been here since six, haven’t you? How can you not be starving yet?” Cody asks, horrified. “What time’s your lunch break?”

“I’m here on my own so I don’t normally take a lunch break, I just eat when it gets quiet enough for me to nip into the back. What sort of coffee do you want?”

“A latte please, with an extra shot and almond milk if you have it,” Cody says.

I busy myself making his coffee and ignore my cell when it starts to ring, buzzing against the shelf that it’s sitting on under the counter. Placing a lemon bar into a paper bag, I push them both towards Cody. “Four seventy-five please.”

“No family discount?” he asks with a grin.

“No, you’re lucky I didn’t spit in it,” I warn.

“You should answer his texts or call him, he said he’s coming down here if he doesn’t hear from you in the next ten minutes,” Cody says, leaning over the counter and lowering his voice, “and I don’t think you want all these nice customers hearing what the rest of us heard last night and this morning if he decides you need to remember who you belong to,” Cody says with a wink.

My mouth falls open and heat pulses in my cheeks; I blush so violently I’m worried my skin might actually burn from the heat. “Y…youuu,” I stammer. “You heard?” I force the words past the huge lump in my throat.

Cody doesn’t speak, he just smiles.

Mortified tears fill my eyes, and I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the whimper that I can feel on my lips.

“Hey,” Cody says, his amusement dissolving in an instance. “Hey, I was only teasing. Why are you upset?”

“I’m not. I’m fine,” I insist, holding my hand up to stop him when he starts to move to my side of the counter. The bell on the door chimes and I pull in a shaky breath, curling my arm across my stomach to hold in all of my unwanted emotion. “I have a customer, enjoy your coffee,” I say stiffly to Cody, looking past him to the group of tourists that just came inside.

“Bonnie, I’m sorry, I was just teasing. I don’t want to leave when you’re upset,” he pleads, worry and anxiety etched across his face.

“I’m fine, but I need to work,” I tell him. “Next please,” I call, forcing him to step aside when the group approach the counter.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you later,” Cody calls, but I ignore him, eagerly greeting the stranger as Beau’s brother leaves.

When I’ve served the last customer, I pull my cell from below the counter and type out a text to Beau without bothering to read the ones he’s already sent me.

Me – I’m working! Stop texting me, stop calling me. Don’t come down here, and stop sending your asshole brothers in here to spy on me.

With a flourish, I shove my cell back under the counter and pointedly ignore it as it starts to buzz, stopping, only to start again a moment later.

It’s barely twenty-five minutes later when the door bursts open and a very angry, muddy Beau storms towards me, a laughing Teddy trailing behind him.

“No,” I shout, as he barrels across the shop, not even pausing as he comes behind the counter, grabs me, and physically drags me into the kitchen, slamming and locking the door behind us.

“Beau, no, get the hell away from me. You can’t just come into my work and lock me in here with you. This is my job, this isn’t okay. You need to stop coming here, and you need to stop sending your brothers here too,” I shout, ripping my arm free from his grip and moving as far away from him as I can get in the small industrial kitchen.

“Why are you upset? Cody said you were crying,” he demands, his huge frame taking up so much of the space that my chest feels tight.

“I want you to leave, let me out of here and go away,” I say tightly.

“Is this ‘cause he teased you about hearing us?” he demands. “He was just giving you shit, that’s what we do with each other, he wasn’t being an asshole.”

“You’re all assholes,” I cry.

“Why am I an asshole, what did I do?” he asks incredulous.

“Are you serious?” I say, throwing my hands into the air dramatically. “First you kiss me like we’re about to start fucking on the floor when Hannah was here. Then I spent all morning answering questions about our non-existent relationship and refusing to tell women if your dick is as big as the rumor mill says it is. My cell has been buzzing every twenty seconds, and when I don’t reply, you send your brother down here to tell me to answer my goddamn cell phone. Then he tells me that not just him, but all your brothers apparently heard us last night and this morning. And now, even after I very specifically told you not to come down here, here you are, bursting into my work and locking me in here with you. That’s why you’re an asshole. I’m so embarrassed and mortified, Beau, and I need you to just go away and stay away and keep the rest of your family away from me too,” I scream, hot angry tears streaming down my face.

The smirk that had started to curve along his lips falls away when he sees my tears, and in an instant he’s across the room and batting away my protests as he pulls me into his huge chest and hugs me to him, smoothing the back of my hair down with his hand.

“I won’t apologize for kissing you, I don’t give a fuck who sees us. I want them all to know, this whole fucking town, the entire world. But please stop crying, I don’t like seeing you cry,” he says, carefully pulling me away from his chest and sealing his lips against mine.

I can taste the salt of my tears in my mouth but I kiss him anyway, his touch distracting me from how mad I am at him for putting me in this situation. His hands cup my face reverently, our kiss soft and gentle and persuasive. It feels like he’s apologizing to me, even though he’s already said he’s not sorry.

Parting my legs with his own, he pushes his huge, firm thigh between my legs until my sex is pressed against it, my clit tingling even from the lightest friction. One of his palms grips my ass and he moves his leg, grinding it slowly against me.

A soft moan slips from my lips and I feel him smile against my mouth as he slides his tongue against mine, teasing me. His hand on my ass tilts me as he presses against my clit, while his tongue caresses mine and his free hand tangles in my hair, pulling till it’s almost painful.

I don’t know how it happens, I didn’t even know it was possible, but I feel pleasure building inside of me and I gasp, my chest heaving from the wonderful growing balls of sensation.

“That’s it, baby girl, come for me. Let me make it all better,” he growls against my lips, as he uses his grip on my ass to move me back and forth against his leg.

“Scream, shout, whatever you want. I’ll swallow the sound, I won’t let anyone hear,” he promises, kissing me so hard I barely remember to breath as my orgasm peaks, crashing over me in waves of pleasure that make me wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him while my lips part. Just like he promised he would, he swallows every sound I make, kissing me while I gasp and cry, until my body goes lax and he pulls me into him, slowly lowering his leg away from my tingling core.

“I don’t like to be ignored, baby girl. I know you’re working, I am too, but the next time you ignore me I won’t come down here and make you come, I’ll bend you over the sink and make your ass red with my hand, then I’ll fuck you, without letting you come,” he threatens, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “All I’ve been able to think about all morning was how pink your skin went when I spanked you and how wet you got. I thought I knew what turned me on, but knowing you loved it is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

“Beau,” I say on a weary sigh.

“I’m sorry about my brother. Cody feels fucking awful for upsetting you. I wasn’t thinking about who was listening to us last night, or this morning, all that was on my mind was how beautiful you looked, how sweet your pussy tasted and how perfect it was to hear my name on your lips when you came.”

“Look—” I start.

“No. This is happening, baby girl, we’re an us, it’s a done deal, and the sooner you accept that the better. You want me, you want this, so I don’t really know why you’re fighting it. When I text, you reply, when I call, you answer, and I promise to do the same. If you’re pissed at me, tell me, but don’t fucking ignore me again,” he warns, his voice becoming steely and cold.

“I—”

“Tell me you hear me and you understand. I mean it, Bonnie, let me hear the words.”

“I understand,” I hiss from behind gritted teeth. “But now, you listen to me and hear what I’m saying. I’m not at your beck and call. When I’m working, I don’t check my cell every three seconds, and I don’t plan to start just because apparently you had ten million things to say to me that you think are more important than anything I could be doing.”

He nods slowly. “I get that.”

“Also stop sending your brothers down here. Honestly knowing they apparently heard every noise we made, I never want to see any of them again.”

“Don’t say that, they don’t care, and I promise they’ll never mention it again. You’ll love them once you get to know them properly,” Beau cajoles, pouting a little and making my heart skip a beat with how adorable he looks.

“And for another thing, you can’t just barge into my work and make me orgasm to stop me from being pissed with you,” I cry, shoving at his chest.

He doesn’t even sway and I scowl at him for being so big. “Baby girl, there’s nothing that’ll stop me from getting to you. If you’re pissed, I’ll make you forgive me, if you’re sad, I’ll make you happy, if you’re happy, I want to be the reason for it. I warned you I was an asshole, just know that I’ll always fix it and if that means kissing you, or fucking you, or making you come until you’ve forgotten why you’re mad at me, then that’s what I’ll do.”

Rolling my eyes, I fight to hide how his words have softened me. I was so angry at him and his stupid brothers, and all it’s taken is for him to make me come and a few sweet words, and I’m a puddle of fantasy dazed mush. Only never in my wildest dreams did I imagine him like this. I never imagined him sweet, or stalking me, or using my body as a weapon. I never dreamed he would be like this, and for the very first time this feels almost real, and that scares me and excites me in almost equal quantities.

“I’ve got to go, coming down here to take care of you isn’t getting any work done,” he grins.

“Oh my god!” I cry, searching for my cell. “How long have we been in here, who’s watching the shop?”

Rushing for the door, I shriek when Beau catches me around the waist and spins me around, pinning me to his chest as he collars my neck and kisses me quickly. “Teddy’s watching the shop, he worked as a barista when he was in college, that’s why I bought him with me,” Beau says. “Now kiss me,” he demands.

“I’m not at your beck and call, remember,” I say.

“Kiss me,” he orders, swatting my ass with his palm.

“Oww,” I moan.

“Kiss me,” he says again.

“Fine,” I snap, rolling my eyes before I tip my chin up and press my lips to his.

He deepens the kiss, turning it from something sweet into something heady, then he pulls away and groans. “I’ve got to go.”

“Then let go of me,” I say, fighting and failing to keep the smile from my lips.

“Don’t want to,” he whines, burying his face into my neck and nipping at the skin playfully.

“I have customers to serve and you have trees to cut down.”

“Fine,” he says on a dramatic sigh, taking my hand and leading me to the door which he unlocks and opens.

Heat fills my cheeks as I let him lead me back into the main shop, but instead of finding people staring at me, I see Teddy behind the counter flirting with a pretty female tourist as he slides a takeaway cup towards her and takes the money she offers before she waves at him and turns to leave.

“You pair made up?” Teddy asks, with a warm smile.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Beau tells him, pulling me into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Then we need to head back up the mountain, Riley got a flat in the grab, so he’s asked us to load up a new tire for him and he’ll change it up there so they don’t have to stop cutting,” Teddy says, walking from behind the counter.

“I’ve got to go, baby girl.”

“Okay,” I nod.

“Kiss me,” he demands, lifting my chin.

Pushing onto my tiptoes I press my lips against his again, waiting for him to deepen the kiss. He doesn’t disappoint, pushing his tongue into my mouth and kissing me like I’m indisputably his. When he pulls away, I sigh dazedly, and he just smirks in response.

“What time are you working till?” he asks.

“Not sure yet, Owen’s supposed to get here at three.”

“And what are you gonna do when you find out what time you’re finishing?” Beau prompts.

“I’ll probably turn my cell phone off completely and leave you guessing,” I laugh.

His fingers dig into my side tickling me, and I squeal and laugh. “Fine, I’ll text you,” I relent, just to get him to stop.

“Good girl. See you later,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips a second before he releases me and heads to the door.

I don’t even fight the smile that’s on my face as I watch him go.