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

His eyes look almost vulnerable for the first time since he told me he wanted me. I should insist he give me some time, some space; this thing between us is moving at warp speed, but in this moment when he’s looking at me like he is now, I don’t want space. I want him to kiss me, I want him to take me to his huge bed and claim me as his. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin. Until now I’ve just found it inconvenient, but I’ve been unwilling to have a one-night stand with someone in town that I’ll have to see in the street for the rest of my life. Now I’m glad I haven’t ever slept with anyone else, because I want my first to be him.

No matter what he says, this thing between us won’t last forever, but for however long I hold his interest I want to be his wholeheartedly. Then when this is done and we both move on, at least I’ll know I made the most of the time I had with the man I’ve wanted since I was old enough to understand what a crush was.

Wrapping both of my legs around his back, I lift my hips and push my sex into his very hard dick. “I’m old enough to know I want you,” I whisper a moment before I kiss him, my bravado only lasting for a second.

His hips roll and his dick hits my clit, making a gasp burst from me. The moment my lips part he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his hips rolling in unison with his tongue and making my skin tingle in anticipation for how he’s going to fuck me the moment we get to his.

Tearing his mouth away he pulls back, pushing my legs from around him while he breathes heavily, his dick so hard I can see the bulge clearly through his pants. “Get your stuff,” he rasps, reaching down and adjusting his dick as his wild eyes stare at me. “Now,” he snarls. “I’m not going to fuck you with your daddy downstairs.”

Climbing off my bed he stalks to my closet and rummages around in the back, eventually pulling out the wheeled carry-on case that I’ve only ever used once when Maggie took me to New York for a weekend trip for my eighteenth birthday. Without thought, he starts ripping clothes from hangers and shoving them into the case. He crosses to my dresser and opens my underwear drawer, grabbing handfuls of cotton panties and bras and throwing them haphazardly in.

“Stop, what are you doing?” I cry, laughing as I lift the case onto the bed, trying to see what exactly he’s put in there.

“I’ll buy you whatever we forget; just get your toothbrush and whatever girly shit you need and let’s go. If we don’t, I’m gonna forget that we’re in your pink childhood bedroom and fuck you in that tiny bed of yours.”

“I don’t need half of this stuff,” I argue, but he silences me when he grabs my hand and shoves it against his very hard dick, thrusting a little into my palm.

“Feel that? My dick is so hard, so fucking desperate to get into your cunt I’m losing my god damn mind, so just do as your told and grab your shit,” he snarls, anger lacing his words. Grabbing the back of my neck he squeezes, pulling me to him as his lips descend on mine and he kisses me passionately, almost frantically.

When he releases me, I cross to the bathroom, grabbing the bits I need and shoving them into the case. I scan the room, spotting my charger which I shove into the case and then zip it closed.

Beau snatches the case from me and lifts it in one hand, grabbing my hand in the other. Almost dragging me from the room, he guides me down the stairs and then back towards the kitchen. “Go say goodbye to your daddy,” he orders, releasing my hand.

“Daddy, I’m gonna stay at Beau’s tonight,” I say a little sheepishly.

“Okay honey, we’re all set for the morning with the cookies Beau and I made, so I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner,” my dad says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

My jaw drops and I stare, expecting him to be at least a little scandalized at the idea of me sleeping over at a guy’s house, but he doesn’t even seem that shocked. He did say earlier that he was old, not senile, but I’m his only daughter, and Beau and I only just started dating. I suppose I stayed there last night and he never mentioned it, but I don’t know what Beau told him when he let him know I wouldn’t be coming home. “Okay, well, night,” I say a little dazed.

“Night honey, night Beau,” Dad says, filling a cup with coffee, his back to us.

“Night Hal, I’ll text you what time for dinner depending on what time Bonnie finishes,” Beau says, grabbing my hand again and leading me towards the front door.

“Okay,” Dad calls, just as Beau ushers me outside and towards his truck.

This time when he lifts me into the seat and does my seatbelt up, I let him, as eager to get to his place as he is. Neither of us speaks as he drives a little too quickly down my driveway, onto the road, and then up his driveway, skidding to a stop outside his house.

Fumbling with the seatbelt, he throws open my door, easily unclipping me and scooping me up into his arms, my case in his other hand.

“Put me down,” I cry. “You can’t carry me in, your brothers will see.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he growls, kissing me to shut me up as he pushes through the front door and makes an immediate b-line for his room. He ignores his brothers who all stay stoically silent, not even saying hello, as he carries me into his bedroom, slamming the door behind us.

Lowering me to the floor, his lips find mine as his fingers grasp the edge of my shirt, peeling it up and over my breasts, only tearing his lips from mine so he can pull my shirt free of my head and throw it to the floor.

“These fucking tits,” he growls, cupping my bra clad breasts in his huge palms.

I watch mesmerized as he opens his mouth and sucks my nipple between his lips, a wet patch forming on the lace. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers reverently, as he releases the clasp at the back and slides the straps of my bra down my arms, letting it fall to the floor as soon as my nipples are revealed.

“Jesus, baby girl,” he rasps as his teeth clamp down on my sensitive peak, and I cry out in pleasure filled pain. “Tiny, pink, and fucking delicious,” he moans, allowing his tongue to dip out and lave at the tip.

The heat of his lick mixes with the cool air, I suck in a startled breath as my nipples pebble and goosebumps break out across the skin of my breasts.

“Naked, I need you fucking naked, I want to look at you,” he growls.

His fingers slide into the waistband of my leggings and he pulls them down, taking my panties with them as he kneels on the floor, lifting my feet free of the fabric that he discards to the side. Still fully dressed, he rolls back onto his heels and looks up at me, his eyes raking over my exposed skin with a predatory gleam.

“You’re mine, baby girl, every fucking inch. I was an asshole before, but now you’re giving yourself to me, giving that perfect fucking pussy to me I’ll be a thousand times worse. I won’t give you an inch of space, I won’t give you time, or let you run; you belong to me now, my property, and I won’t ever give you up,” he warns as he licks a path up my inner thigh, parting my legs as he does.

His tongue finds my clit and my legs almost buckle, but his palm on my ass holds me up, even as he squeezes roughly. Burying his face in my sex, his tongue laps lazy lines from my clit to my entrance, dipping inside me a little deeper each time until he’s fucking me with his tongue. He tortures my clit in a rhythm that has my fingers tangling in his hair and willing him to do more, to give me more friction or more penetration, just more.

“You want more, baby girl?” he laughs.

“Yes,” I pant.

A finger pushes inside of me, and I cry out a little at the shock of the invasion and how different it feels to have him inside of me while I’m standing up. “So tight,” he says against my mound. “I need to stretch you out so my dick doesn’t tear you to bits.”

A second finger slides into me, making me feel full and achy as he slowly, carefully fills my sex while his tongue finds my clit again.

His palm on my ass tightens, as my legs threaten to give way again when he scrapes my clit with his teeth. “You’re so tight, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. Just watching your lips part with my fingers is driving me crazy. I want to watch you take my dick, I want to watch your cunt spread and stretch when I claim it,” he tells me, pushing a third finger into me and making me wince when my muscles protest the invasion.

“Relax, take my fingers so I don’t hurt you when you take my dick. I can feel the barrier, you saved your virginity for me, didn’t you? Twenty-one and never been owned. You knew you were mine, didn’t you?” he demands as he pushes his fingers into me deeper, and a pulse of pleasure bursts inside of me.

“Yes,” I gasp, as his tongue moves in time with his hand, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“God, Bonnie, your cunt is spread around my fingers and your arousal is running over my hand, you’re dripping wet, your cunt is weeping with need for me. My big dick is going to slide straight into you, I’m going to own you from the inside out, and you’re going to scream my name and beg for more.”

His dirty words mixed with the cascade of pleasure he’s giving me, all culminate in an orgasm that makes my legs give way as I scream his name and squeeze my eyes shut while the world becomes hazy, and all I can feel, and see, and smell is him.

When I open them again, I’m lying on his bed watching as he hurriedly strips out of his clothes, his dick so hard the head looks painful and red, liquid dripping from the tip. Reaching down he grips the length as his eyes find mine. “Do you want my dick, baby girl?” he asks, his voice pained.

I nod, and he growls in frustration. “Tell me,” he demands.

“I want it, I want you to fuck me,” I cry, parting my legs instinctually.

Closing the space between us, he crawls onto the bed, lifting my knees up and pushing my heels to my ass, spreading me wide for him as he positions himself between my thighs.

Grabbing my hand, he wraps it around his dick, hissing when I touch him. “Guide me into you, show me you want it,” he orders.

His dick is hot and smooth, the head wet with precum. Adjusting my grip, I guide him down to my sex, pausing when the head touches my entrance. “I want to watch,” he says, his voice strained.

I feel his fingers at my sex, parting my folds and spreading me wide as the head of his dick breaches me.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I feel the intense stretch as my pussy expands to allow him in. “Baby girl, your cunt is stretched so fucking wide, I can barely get into you,” he says as his eyes lift to mine, hooded and full of more desire than I’ve ever seen on a man before. “I’m gonna do this quick, I need to be inside you,” he warns a second before he thrusts deep into me, taking my virginity in one quick movement.

I hiss through parted lips, my teeth gritting as my sex feels like it’s being ripped apart from the invasion of something far too big. I’m painfully full, and the urge to push him away almost overwhelms me.

“That’s it, Bonnie, just breathe, I’m sorry for hurting you, but you’re mine now. Just relax and the pain will go,” Beau pants against my lips, kissing my jaw, my cheek, my lips, not moving an inch.

“It hurts,” I gasp.

“I know, but it’ll only be this time, I promise there’ll be nothing but pleasure after tonight,” he soothes, pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking on one nipple while he toys with the other, pinching and teasing it between his finger and thumb. “You feel perfect, so hot and wet and unbelievably tight, my dick’s in heaven,” he rasps, moving his hips ever so slightly, pulling out a tiny bit, then sliding back in again tentatively.

“I’m going make all of your dirty dreams come true, I’m going to take you from behind bent over the bed just like you fantasized about. I’m going to make you come in a hundred different ways until this pain is erased from your memory, and all you’ll know when my dick is inside of you is pleasure,” he tells me, his movements becoming more intense as he pulls out further, pushing all the way back into me in long, smooth thrusts, distracting me with his lips and fingers.

Letting my eyes close I cling to him, my legs wrapping around his back as he fucks me confidently. His hand slides between us to play with my clit, his thrusts speeding up. It still hurts, but it’s more of a dull ache that I ignore when he rubs and circles my clit until I feel the familiar stirrings of an unexpected orgasm.

“I’m almost there,” he warns, “but I want you with me, I want you to come with your pussy full of my cock.”

His teeth clamp down onto my neck and I come, a kaleidoscope of colors filling my vision as I tense, curling into his huge body. His thrusts become jerky, his dick feeling somehow even bigger as he slams into me once, twice, then comes on a groan, his lips finding mine and kissing me as if I’m everything he ever wanted and needed.

“Are you okay?” he whispers against my mouth, his voice raspy and gruff.

“I’m okay,” I answer, feeling a little dazed, the pain returning between my thighs now that my orgasm is starting to fade.

“Thank you.”

I don’t know what to say so I stay quiet, pulling him a little closer and burying my face against his damp neck. He’s so much bigger than me, I feel sheltered and protected beneath him, not ready to let go as I squeeze my arms around his neck and my legs hook around his hips a little tighter.

Chuckling, he turns his face and kisses me softly. The edge of desperate possession is gone, leaving just a sweetness behind that I love almost as much as when he’s growly. “I don’t want to, but if I don’t get my dick out of your sweet cunt I’m going to be ready for round two, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I can hear the reluctance in his tone as he lifts my arms from around him and slowly pulls out of me.

I hiss in pain as his dick slides free, my eyes following him as he gets up from the bed and disappears to the bathroom. The water turns on and a moment later he strides back into the room carrying a cloth.

“I don’t like seeing you bleed, but I fucking love knowing I was your first,” he says, carefully wiping my tender sex and cleaning my thighs, before he wipes the blood I hadn’t noticed on his dick.

My eyes widen as I lie still and let him tend to me, I’ve read about guys doing this in the books I love, but I never imagined a man would want to take care of me like that in real life.

“I don’t want you to shower yet, baby girl, I like knowing you smell like me and sex,” he tells me with earnest eyes.

Nodding, I agree, my eyes falling to the patch of blood on the sheets beneath me. Following my gaze, he looks at the blood and a smile spreads across his lips. “All mine, and I’m not even slightly ashamed to say that I fucking love knowing my dick’s the only one that’s ever been inside of you, the only one that’ll ever be inside of you.”

Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I shuffle up the bed a little, feeling the tinge of pain that comes from moving. We’re both still naked, his dick still hard despite us just having sex, but oddly I don’t feel uncomfortable being like this with him.

“Go pee, baby girl,” Beau says, pulling me from my revelry.

“What?”

“I read somewhere that girls need to pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI,” he tells me, his face stern. He holds out his hand to me and I take it, letting him pull me from the bed.

“You read it?” I ask.

“I read it,” he says with a shrug, “so go pee.”

Smirking, I arch a brow at him. “I don’t need to pee.”

“Well go try,” he says, turning me towards the bathroom, smacking my ass to propel me forward.

A laugh bursts from my lips as I pad naked into his bathroom, closing the door behind me. Sitting down on the toilet, I shriek when the door opens and the walks in. “What are you doing?” I cry.

“Why did you shut the door?”

“Because I’m using the bathroom,” I shout.

“So?” he says, placing the things I hadn’t realized he’d got in his hands down on the counter.

“So maybe I’d like a little privacy,” I say incredulous.

“Baby girl, I’ve seen you naked, licked and touched most of you, and I just had your virgin blood all over my dick,” he laughs, boosting himself up onto the counter, his dick bobbing between his legs.

“What are you doing? Get out I can’t pee with you watching,” I hiss.

“You are so fucking cute,” he laughs.

“Out,” I cry, pointing to the door.

“Fine, but don’t get used to it, I don’t want us to hide anything from each other,” he announces, leaning down and kissing me before he leaves.

After using the toilet, I wipe, grimacing when it hurts, then wash my hands. After a few minutes on my own, it feels odd to walk naked back into his bedroom, even though I was perfectly comfortable a few minutes ago. Inhaling sharply, I pull back my shoulders, put on my metaphorical big girl panties, and make my way back into his bedroom.

His back is to me as he leans over the bed, his perfect ass on display as he tucks the corner of a clean sheet onto the mattress. I consider going to help, but honestly, I’m enjoying watching, so I stay quiet and admire his round ass as he does such a domestic task completely naked.

“You just gonna watch?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice.

“I was planning on it,” I admit.

Tucking the last corner into place, he picks the pillows up from the floor and drops them back onto the mattress, then he turns to look at me and crooks his finger. “Come here, baby girl.”

Sighing, I smile a little and walk to him, happy when he picks me up off the floor and kisses me. My body aches in places it’s never ached before, but being here with him is unequivocally worth it.

His kiss is lazy and soft, and I love it as he hums happily against my lips. I’m flying through the air a second later, my back hitting the mattress with a thud. A giggle bursts from me and I turn to glare at him, only to find his lips spread into the widest grin I’ve ever seen on his usually serious face.

Grabbing the comforter, he fluffs it in the air, letting it settle over me and across the rest of the mattress. “What do you want to drink? I’ll go grab us something.”

“You going like that?” I ask, my eyes dipping down to his still semi hard dick.

“Wasn’t planning on it, although it wouldn’t be the first time my brothers have gotten an eye full of my cock,” he smirks, crossing to his dresser and pulling out a pair of basketball shorts.

“Did you pack me any pajamas when you decided to transplant half my clothes here?”

“If we’re in bed I don’t want anything between us,” he says with a frown.

“What if I’m cold?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Then I’ll warm you up? What do you want to drink? You hungry? I could see what we have for dessert.”

“Water’s great and no I’m fine, thank you. I should get my work clothes out the case to hang for tomorrow,” I say, throwing back the comforter.

“I already unpacked for you. The top two drawers in my dresser are yours until Granger finishes yours, and I’ve hung the rest of your stuff in the closet,” he says easily, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to give me two drawers and space in his closet on day two of whatever this is that’s between us.

I don’t have any experience with guys and relationships, I certainly haven’t ever shared space with a man, or been serious enough to leave clothes at each other’s homes, but this feels really quick. In fact, everything with Beau seems to be moving at a hundred miles an hour, and I feel like I’m just holding on and letting him take me wherever he wants us to go.

“I’m not moving in with you, Beau, no matter what you think in that head of yours. It’s far too soon to be considering that, like a year or two too soon,” I tell him, needing to enforce some boundaries before he moves the rest of my stuff in without telling me.

“I’ll make you change your mind,” he says with a wink, then he turns and slides out of the door completely unperturbed.