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

Her eyes widen and she looks at me with so much confusion on her face. “You want to be my world?” she asks quietly.

“Your entire world,” I nod, pressing my lips to her jaw.

I wait for her reply, but when one doesn’t come, I kiss her quickly and jump up from her bed. “Are you showering here or at home?” I ask.

“Your place. I need to get changed though; I smell like coffee.”

“You get changed and I’ll pack you some more stuff. Are you working tomorrow?” I ask, walking over to her closet and looking through the clothes.

“I’m at work tomorrow, then I’m off Tuesday and Wednesday unless Owen calls me in to cover for him,” she says, her feet on the floor as she sits on the edge of her bed and pulls my hoodie over her head.

“So, I get you all day Tuesday and Wednesday?” I ask.

“I usually help out on the ranch on my days off. Don’t you have to work?” she asks, not looking at me as she strips out of her shirt, leaving her in just in her tempting bra and tight jeans.

“Come on, baby girl, I want to spend some time with you, I’m the boss, I can take a couple of days off to spend with my girlfriend. Stay with me Tuesday and Wednesday, we can sleep late and have unadulterated alone time with no interruptions and no five am wakeup calls,” I coax.

“I can’t, I still have to bake for the ranch hands and make dinner for my dad, I’m supposed to ride the fences with Barber—”

“Who the fuck is Barber?” I growl, the shirt in my hands falling to my side as I spin around and glare at her.

“He’s the ranch second, I’ve known him my entire life,” she says, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“How old is he?”

“I don’t know, a few years older than Caleb,” she shrugs, walking past me and taking a soft black, long-sleeve thermal from her closet and covering her fantastic tits.

“You and he?” I ask, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

“Oh my god, no,” she shrieks, clearly appalled at the thought. “His wife used to babysit me.”

“You ever had a thing with any of the guys that work on the ranch?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“What? No, of course not. My daddy would fire them on the spot, he tells everyone who comes for a job that I’m off limits, plus most of them are twice my age.”

I relax a little, then remember that I’m twice her age. She lives on a property with thirty fucking horny men and my baby girl is hot as fuck. They might have stayed away while she screamed ‘the boss’s virgin daughter’, but the moment they realize she’s not so untouched anymore I can guarantee they’ll be crawling all over her like flies. The thought makes me want to pack all of her shit and drag her down to city hall to get a ring on her finger, to make sure the entire world knows she’s mine.

She watches while I take hanger after hanger out of her closet, folding the clothes into a pile on the edge of her bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, walking to my side and peering at the ever-growing mound of clothes I’m creating.

“Packing,” I say, not looking at her.

“I told you I’m not moving in with you. I only need one set of work clothes and a couple of sets of comfies. I’ll just come and grab anything else I need before I go out on Friday night.”

“We’re going out Friday night?” I ask.

“No. I’m going out Friday night,” she says, taking the clothes I’m folding and carrying them back over to her closet.

“Where the fuck are you going on Friday?”

“Out with Cora, dinner, then drinks and dancing.”

“Hell fucking no,” I hiss, turning my back on the clothes as I spin around to face her.

“I wasn’t asking permission,” she shrugs.

“Good, because I’m not giving it. Who the hell is Cora?”

“Cora Cunningham, I think her brother was in Penn’s year at high school, her mama owns one of the boutiques in town,” she says distractedly, pulling a tiny red dress from her closet and holding up against herself.

“You’re not going out, I thought we could go on a date this weekend, dinner, then a movie, then you can tell me about one of your dirty dreams and we can see about making it come true,” I coax, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to my chest. “We could even start with that one that ends up with you bent over my bed, helpless while I fuck you from behind.”

A shudder runs through her and I chuckle lowly against her neck.

“You like that idea, don’t you, baby girl? I like it too,” I rasp, bending forward and making her body fold at the waist as I slide a hand between her thighs, cupping her sex.

“Beau,” she gasps.

“Your perfect ass, naked and ready to be spanked. I bet I could make you come so hard with my dick buried deep inside you from behind and my hand on your ass, making it red.”

“I already told her I was going,” she says, her voice thick with want.

“Then cancel, tell her you’d rather be riding my dick. I bet she’ll understand.”

“No, I can’t, I made plans, you don’t get to derail them by tempting me with sex,” she says, her voice a little stronger as she pushes against my hold on her.

My fingers work at the button of her jeans, popping it open to allow my fingers to slide inside. Pushing beneath her panties, I slide my fingers between her wet folds, barely able to move inside her tight jeans.

“Beau,” she gasps, in what I think is supposed to be a warning tone.

“Yeah, baby girl,” I coo against her ear, moving my fingers in further until I can just get a single fingertip inside her pussy.

“You can’t manipulate me with orgasms to get your own way.”

“Can’t I?” I ask, pushing my finger in deeper.

A barely audible gasp falls from her lips and I smile, working a second finger into her and curling, trying to find her g-spot.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

“Say you’ll stay home and I’ll peel your jeans down and make you come with my tongue,” I challenge.

“No,” she moans.

“I want you with me, no space, no distance,” I remind her.

“I’m going out,” she stubbornly argues.

“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth, pulling my hand free of her jeans, leaving her wet and needy.

“Why are you stopping?” she cries.

“Because I need you naked to properly convince you,” I tell her, returning to her closet and pulling out more things.

“Are you serious?” she asks, her eyes narrowed. “You started this, come finish it.”

“No. How would you feel about me going on a boys’ night out?”

“If you’d already made plans then I’d be fine with it,” she says, taking the hangers from my hands and putting them back onto the rail.

“You would?” I question, shocked.

“Of course I would. I’m not your keeper, you can do what you like, I wouldn’t expect you to change your life for me.”

Baffled, I stare at her. She really isn’t into me the way I am her, because the thought of her out drinking in a bar full of guys drives me fucking crazy.

“Fine, whatever,” I mumble, grabbing an overnight case and a backpack from the back of her closet, and shoving the clothes I’ve already folded into them. I grab another couple of handfuls of underwear and shove them in too, zipping the bags up and almost dragging her from her room.

“Stop, wait,” she says, yanking her hand from mine. “I need to get my makeup and some stuff from my bathroom.”

Snarling beneath my breath, I watch as she disappears through a door, reappearing with a small makeup bag, a couple of bottles of product, and a hair dryer.

Her eyes lift to mine and she purses her lips. “Look you’re obviously pissed at me, so maybe I should just stay here tonight. I don’t want to argue with you and I’m not going to change my mind. I work at the ranch on my days off and I don’t bail on plans with my friends, and you won’t convince me otherwise.”

“That’s not happening. We’re going home, I’m not fucking happy about you going out, I want to spend time with you, but if I’m losing you to the ranch Tuesday and Wednesday and you’re going out on Friday, then I’m having you every night, including this one. I don’t want to argue either, so you can either walk with me, or I’ll carry your ass out of here, your choice.”

“You’re being kind of an asshole,” she says stoically.

“I warned you that I was,” I reply easily. “Walking, or going over my shoulder? Pick.”

“How about I have my daddy kick your ass out and tell you to go fuck yourself?” she asks tartly, her brows lifting in challenge.

“He can try, but I’m not leaving here without you. I’ve got a feeling your daddy will respect that.”

“I don’t think I like you that much right now,” she snarls, trying to be fierce, but just looking like that hissing kitten again.

“That’s okay, I’ll change your mind when we get home.”

“If you force me to go to your place, your ass is sleeping on the couch,” she warns.

“Your ass is going to be naked and in our bed, I sure as shit plan to be in there with you,” I tell her seriously.

Her eyes narrow and she glares at me. “You’re an asshole.”

“Walking or riding?”

“Walking,” she spits, shoving past me and stomping away, her ass swaying with every sassy step she takes.

I follow her through the house, out the back door, and round to an office at the side of the house that I hadn’t realized was there. Pushing open the door, she walks straight in, letting it close in my face. Opening the door, I lean against the doorjamb, saluting Hal when he glances from his daughter to me.

“Daddy, the asshole is insisting I go to his place again tonight. He’s threatened to carry me out over his shoulder if I refuse to go. You got anything to say about that?” she asks him, her arms crossed tightly across his chest.

“What time for dinner tonight?” he questions.

A laugh bursts from my lips and I rush to smother it with my hand as Bonnie turns her annoyed glare on me.

“Are you serious?” she screeches.

“Honey, I’m not a stupid man. I was married for nearly forty years, I know better than to get in the middle of an argument between a man and his woman, even if that woman is my daughter. Now if you’re scared, or worried, or hurt, then I’ll shoot him right now, just say the word. But if you’re just mad, then the two of you need to sort that out together. Take your car, Beau won’t stop you from leaving if you really want to. Will you, Beau?” he says, lifting his gaze to mine.

“No, sir,” I reply respectfully.

“Now what time for dinner? I’ve been looking forward to those meatballs all day.”

“About seven, but you come on over whenever you’re ready,” I tell him.

Bonnie marches past me, not even bothering to turn her furious expression in my direction as she barges back into the house, grabs her car keys, and leaves through the front door, climbing into her car without bothering to check if I’m following.

I follow close behind her as she drives from her place to mine, deliberately not blocking her in, and parking my truck behind Penn’s. Grabbing the two bags I packed for her, I climb out and make my way over to her car, opening her door and offering her a hand to help her out.

Ignoring me, she climbs out on her own, and I smile at the attitude she’s throwing at me right now.

“You gonna stay mad at me all night?” I ask.

“Probably,” she says, spitting the single word answer at me.

Chuckling, I take her hand, tightening my grip on her when she tries to pull away from me, and lead her into the house.

All of my brothers are home except Bay and Granger, and they call out in greeting to us.

“Your brother’s being an asshole, so I’m warning you now if you stop me from leaving if I try to, I’ll kick all of your asses,” Bonnie threatens.

“What did he do now?” Teddy asks, getting up and coming towards us.

“He’s being a dick because I told him I have plans on Friday night,” Bonnie tells him.

“You got another date?” Teddy laughs.

Snarling, I glare at my brother, which only makes him laugh harder.

“No, I have a girls’ night planned with my friend,” she says, pulling her hand free when I loosen my hold on her.

“Where you planning on going?” he asks arching an eyebrow at her.

She shrugs, “not sure, probably dinner then to Barney’s for cocktails and dancing.”

“You planning on wearing a dress and getting drunk?” he asks.

“Probably.”

“I’m not surprised he’s pissed then, if I had a woman who looked like you, I wouldn’t want her ass out on her own either,” he tells her.

“Me neither,” Huck calls from the couch.

“Have you considered that kind of caveman attitude is why you’re all single?” she asks archly.

My brothers crack up laughing, and even I let out a low chuckle. “Give me your stuff and I’ll go put it away.”

“What, you’re not dragging me to your room to try and get me to change my mind?” she asks, clearly surprised.

“No, get yourself a beer and we can talk later,” I say, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, pleased when she doesn’t pull away from me.

“Can I just have a soda or something instead? I have a bit of a headache.”

“I’ll grab you one,” Teddy answers, jumping up and opening the refrigerator. “We’ve got grape soda, Pepsi, and watermelon coolers.”

“Watermelon please, they’re my favourite,” I hear her say just before I push into my room and quickly unpack her clothes, hanging her stuff next to mine in our closet. I put all of her makeup in the bathroom, then grab a couple of Tylenol for her and make my way back into the living room.

She isn’t where I left her, instead she’s on the couch next to Huck, her eyes on the screen as she looks to be kicking his ass on Call of Duty. Smiling at how good it is to see her comfortable with my brothers, I grab a bottle of water for myself and make my way to the couch.

Lifting her up, I sit back down in her spot and position her on my lap. Banding my arm around her waist, I encourage her to settle back against my chest, watching her annihilate my brother at his favourite video game.

“How did you get so good at Call of Duty?” Huck asks, when the battle they were playing ends.

“My nephews love it, I got them the console for Christmas a couple of years ago and we used to binge play a couple of times a week,” she shrugs, sitting up and reaching for her bottle of watermelon flavored soda.

“Here,” I say, handing her the painkillers I’ve been holding. “For your headache.”

“Thanks,” she says, taking them and swallowing them down.

“I need to go start dinner,” I whisper against her ear.

“You want me to help?” she asks, her attention on the battle that just started on the screen.

“No baby girl, you carry on kicking my brothers’ asses,” I chuckle. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me anymore.”

“Oh, I’m still mad, I’m just pretending everyone I kill in the game is you, it’s surprisingly effective,” she tells me, standing up and waiting for me to move.

Snatching the controller from her hands, I spin her around and collar her neck with my palm, watching her pupils widen with desire. Pulling her towards me, I claim her lips with mine, kissing her punishingly hard until she literally melts into me, her fingers clinging to my shirt, her body fully pressed against mine. “You can fantasize about killing me all you want, but I won’t apologize for wanting you all the time. No space, no distance,” I whisper against her lips.

Without waiting for a response, I release her, hand her back the controller, and head for the kitchen.

Dinner is fun, I can tell my brothers all already adore Bonnie, and Hal easily fits into the group, especially when he starts telling stories about the antics he and my dad got up to when they were younger. I hadn’t realized they’d been such good friends, but Hal has endless anecdotes that has all of us laughing.

We chat easily, and Granger even ends up asking Hal’s advice about an issue with his carpentry business. It’s late when Hal finally gets up and says he has to go, and both Bonnie and I follow him to the door, while my brothers all shout goodbyes to him and Bay reminds him about dinner tomorrow night with us all again.

“I’m not sure what time I’ll be back tomorrow, I made Owen work the last couple of days so he’s about due a week or so off,” Bonnie tells her dad.

“Okay honey, don’t you worry about me,” Hal says with a smile.

“Tell the guys I’m sorry they won’t have any baked goods tomorrow, I totally forgot to make anything before we left,” she apologizes.

“Honey, I’ve told you a hundred times that you don’t need to bake for them,” Hal assures her.

“I got you covered,” I say, grabbing the pink box full of muffins I bought in town before I had to go hunt Bonnie down earlier, and hand it to Hal.

“What are those?” Bonnie asks.

“Muffins. I wanted you to have a night off, so I ordered them from Hannah and picked them up on my way to the coffee shop to pick you up.”

Her eyes soften and she leans into me, resting her weight against me as her arm curves around my middle.

“See you tomorrow, Beau. Love you, honey, be safe.”

“Night Daddy, love you too,” she says softly, not protesting as I turn her away from the door and towards our room.

“You bought muffins for the ranch guys so I didn’t have to cook?” she asks sweetly the moment I close the door to our room behind us.

“You work too hard,” I say with a shrug. “Plus, I don’t want you doing sweet stuff like that for a bunch of horny guys,” I admit with a smirk.

When she laughs, I brace myself, but it’s soft and indulgent even though she pretends my caveman behavior infuriates her. “That was very sweet of you,” she whispers.

“Does that mean I’m not on the couch?” I ask, grabbing her and hauling her into my body, letting her feel how much I want her.

Her smile fades a little, and I curse myself for speaking and not just taking advantage of her lush, willing body.

“You don’t get to control my life,” she says.

“I don’t agree with that,” I tell her simply, spreading my palm wide over her back, stretching one finger down beneath the waist of her pants.

“You’re impossible.”

“Probably, but I think that falls under asshole, or maybe unreasonable. Either way, I warned you,” I quip, rolling my hips subtly and letting my cock grind against her sex a little.

“I’m not your property that you can just do what you want with.”

“Wrong again, baby girl, you’re mine and I can do whatever I want. If you’ll just let me, I’ll make sure every moment between us is filled with so much unadulterated pleasure, you won’t want even an inch of space or a moment of time. You belong to me, Bonnie, and I take care of my property, sometimes that’ll mean me making you come until you beg me to stop, other times that’ll mean protecting you, because you’re too fucking important to risk,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper as I allow my free hand to slowly lift the hem of her shirt, inching it up and over her breasts until I can pull it over her head and throw it to the floor.

Her chest is rising and falling, her lips parted slightly as if she’s thinking about arguing, but can’t quite make the words form. She wants everything I’m taunting her with, even if she can’t admit it yet. She wants to belong to me.

“I don’t…” she starts.

“Don’t lie to me, or to yourself.”

Her eyes narrow a little, but I collar her neck with my hand, not squeezing, just allowing her to feel my possession. “Turn around,” I order, letting my palm slide as she turns, so my hand is still at her throat, even though her back is now to my chest.

Pressing a kiss to her nape I slowly let my palm glide down between her breasts, then curve around her ribs to unclasp her bra and push it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I cup one of her tits, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb before I allow my fingers to trail a path between the valley of her breasts to the button of her jeans.

Unbuttoning it, I reluctantly release my hold on her throat and bend down behind her. I start to peel her pants down her legs, holding her steady while I pull them from her feet, until she’s standing before me in just her panties, her breasts swaying with her audible breaths.

Finding the sides of her panties, I pull them down roughly and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her rounded ass. Shrieking, she darts to look at me over her shoulder and I smirk wickedly at her as I pull her ass cheeks apart and lick a path from her dripping core all the way up to her ass hole, loving how she clenches when I find her puckered hole.

“Step out of your panties and turn around.”

She acts without thought, kicking her panties to the side, and turning around, putting her pussy at my eye level from my position on the floor. The small neat patch of hair between her legs is wet with her arousal, and I reach up and stroke my finger through it.

“I want to shave you. I want to see your cunt when I’m eating and fucking you. It’ll feel better when I touch you, you’ll be more sensitive.” Parting her folds, I circle her clit with my tongue, loving how swollen she already is.

“Okay,” she nods, her voice cracking as her fingers land on my head, tangling in my hair.

Rising from the floor, I scoop her up and lay her down on the bed, her ass at the edge, her legs dangling. “Stay there,” I order, striding purposefully to the bathroom and collecting everything I need.

“You want to shave me now?” she gasps.

“Put your feet on the mattress and let your knees fall to the side.”

“Beau, I can do it.”

“But I want to, and you’ll let me,” I rasp, squirting shaving foam into my hand before I spread it gently over her cunt.

She gasps shakily as I run my razor over the lips of her sex, removing the small patch of hair. I part her folds wide, making sure she’s clean and hairless. With a warm washcloth, I clean her skin, then rub soothing lotion into it, before I press a kiss to the top of her mound, blowing a stream of cool air down her pussy to her ass then back up again.

“Oh,” she whines, fidgeting.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” I coo, allowing a finger to follow the path of my breath, spreading her arousal that’s pooling at her entrance. “Did you dream about me doing this to you? Did you dream about me fucking your greedy cunt with my fingers and my tongue?” I ask, before I fill her with my finger, fucking her once, twice with it before pulling it free and stroking up to her clit, circling it and coating it with her cream.

“Oh god, that feels…” she cries, her feet struggling to find purchase on the edge of the mattress.

Lifting her I place her further up the bed, eating her smooth pussy until her hips are bucking up, pushing her eager cunt into my face, begging me to make her come.

Shedding my clothes, I follow her onto the bed, lifting her hips off the mattress and replacing my fingers with my cock, sliding all the way into her tight sex with ease.

“Sweet Jesus, baby girl, your cunt is unbelievable,” I rasp, pulling her on and off my dick, rolling my hips and fucking her slow and deep.

“Oh fuck, Beau,” she gasps, lifting her hand to her mouth and biting down on the side to stifle her cries of pleasure.

“I want you to come with my dick inside of you,” I demand, finding her clit, rubbing and pinching until she pushes her heels under her and starts to meet me thrust for thrust.

“Faster,” she begs.

“No, like this, feel me filling you, stretching your cunt, owning you,” I tell her, rubbing her clit in slow circular motions in time with my thrusts.

“Beau, please.”

“Stay home with me on your days off and I’ll fuck you however you want. Slow and deep or fast and carnal. I’ll use your mouth, your hand, your tits, your pussy and your ass, there won’t be an inch of you that I haven’t touched, kissed, or fucked. By the time the sun rises you’ll have come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“No. Make me come now. I need to come,” she pants, her eyes closed tightly as she chases her completion.

Grabbing her hips, I make my thrusts shallower, taunting her by not giving her the friction she needs to orgasm.

“No, fuck me, Beau, fuck me. Please, please, please,” she begs.

I try to resist her pleading, I want her to agree to stay home, but when she clenches her cunt around me, I lose my ever-loving fucking mind and slam into her, filling her completely and triggering her orgasm.

She screams my name, her sex muscles flexing and releasing around my cock as I fuck her hard, dragging her off the mattress and slamming her onto my length over and over again until my dick explodes, filling her with streams and streams of my cum.

With a grunt I fall forward, stopping myself from crushing her as I kiss her, swallowing her gasps and moans while her cunt continues to pulse around me. Grabbing a handful of her hair I pull, tilting her head back so I can deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth and forcing her to allow me to take control.

She acquiesces easily, allowing me to kiss her how I need to after I lost control of her body and mine. With a hand beneath her back, keeping my dick inside of her, I roll us until she’s spread across my chest, my dick still twitching. Sliding her slowly up and down my dick, I milk the last of my cum, holding her in place as I push the hair from her face, and tip her chin so I can kiss her again.

“Fuck, baby girl, that was…” I start, not even sure how to explain how fucking amazing sex is with her.

“Unbelievable,” she says, flopping languidly against my chest.

“Fucking unbelievable,” I rasp, smoothing her hair down her back and letting my palm settle on her ass cheek, slapping it playfully. “Mine,” I growl.

“Caveman,” she laughs.

“Yours.”

“Mine,” she says, spreading her palm out over my chest, covering my heart.

I’m not sure when we fall asleep, but the moment I wake up I push back into her again, feeling this overwhelming urge to mark her as mine, to claim her in the most primal way.

“Beau,” she cries, her voice sleepy as I fuck her awake.

“Want you so bad,” I say against her cheek as I lie on top of her, grabbing her thigh and lifting it around my hip so I can get deeper inside of her. She comes twice before I finally follow her over the edge, and I carry her to the shower with my dick still lodged deep inside of her.

Letting the water clean all of her arousal from her sweet pussy, I eat her in the shower, loving how she clings to me as she comes again, her body literally wilting against me, spent when she finally stops gasping and shuddering.

I carry her from the shower after washing and conditioning her hair, placing her on the bed as I grab her underwear and help her put it on. She yawns like a sleepy kitten as I help her into the rest of her clothes, brushing her hair for her, before carrying her into the kitchen and lowering her to one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

“Jesus, Beau, what did you do to the poor girl?” Bay asks as he presses a kiss to the top of Bonnie’s head.

A growl escapes my lips, but Bonnie slaps me, yawning again before she turns to my brother. “He’s trying to orgasm me into a coma so I agree to spend my days off here instead of working at the ranch,” she says tiredly.

“Did it work?” I ask against her ear, nipping at her lobe.

“No, I’ll just take a nap when I get home this afternoon,” she tells me with a sleepy smile.

“Don’t you work full time at the coffee shop?” Cody asks, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in for a hug as he places a cup of coffee in front of her.

“Yep,” she nods, lifting the cup to her lips and humming appreciatively.

“But you work on the ranch as well?” Cody asks, lacing his own coffee with sugar.

“I don’t officially work on the ranch, but I help out when I can. You can never have too many pairs of hands on a property as big as ours,” Bonnie says, between sips of her coffee.

“How come you don’t just take a job in your family’s business then if you’re working there anyway?” Huck asks, a piece of toast in his hands.

“Because if my dad gives me a job then I didn’t earn it, plus I enjoy working at Wake Up and Go Go, and at the shop I don’t have to deal with my brother all day.”

This isn’t the first time she’s mentioned that her and her brother don’t get on that well. I’m incredibly close to all my brothers and always have been, the idea of not wanting to be around them is unfathomable to me. When I started my logging company, I’d hoped they’d all want to join me so that we could all work together, but I understood when some of them wanted to pursue other passions. For me there’s nothing better than being out in the woods all day.

“You and Caleb aren’t close?” Cody asks, his face openly distressed and pretty much expressing how I feel.

“We’ve never been close, he was already moved out and living with Maggie when I was born, but things have gotten even worse since our mom died. He thinks I’m a childish burden that he’s somehow responsible for, and he resents me even though I’ve never given him any cause to feel that way. I’ve given up on having a relationship with him, but I’m still really close with my sister-in-law Maggie and my nephews,” she says resignedly.

“Well now you’ve got six new brothers,” Teddy says, coming from behind me and scooping Bonnie into a huge hug.

Her face turns red as she blushes, but I’d swear she likes the idea of gaining a whole new family.

“Aww I’ve always wanted a sister,” Huck laughs.

“Jesus, I can barely cope with one control freak, the rest of you have to be on my side,” she laughs.

“I’m not a control freak,” I say stalking toward her.

“You’re a caveman,” she says, lowering her cup to the counter and eagerly taking the muffin I offer her.

“We’re Barnett men, just like our daddy and grandaddy,” I tell her. “You should just get used to it now you’re one of us.”

“Or you could just get used to the fact that you don’t get to control me,” she barbs, smiling mischievously at me from beneath her thick, dark lashes.

“You keep pushing me, baby girl, and I’ll take you back to bed and remind you again just how in control of you I am,” I threaten against her ear, smiling to myself when she trembles beside me.