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

I don’t understand how we went from the best sex of my life, to her telling me she feels like a prisoner. I make her feel like a prisoner. Me loving her is stifling her and I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to do to make this better, to fix it.

I wish I could give her the space she needs, but even leaving her at the ranch next door feels horrendous. My head and my heart are screaming that I need to keep her close, no space, no distance, that I’ll lose her if I let her leave me.

I’m in love with her and she thinks I’m an obsessed asshole.

The day is endless, each minute an hour long, each hour lasting at least a year. I’m barely restraining myself from driving over to the ranch and kidnapping her, when the front door flies open and she runs in, tears pouring down her cheeks, her eyes frantic until they settle on me.

When she runs and leaps at me, I catch her, cradling her to my chest as my brothers circle around us, worried at what’s happened to make her this upset.

Bonnie has no idea the impact she’s had on my whole family. My brothers love her almost as much as I do, she’s become like a little sister to them all, and right now they’re as worried as I am.

Trying to soothe her, I hold her close, asking her what’s happened, trying to find out if she’s okay. When she doesn’t respond, only sobbing brokenly into my ear, I carry her into our room, laying her down on the bed and cradling her in my arms, surrounding her with my love for her.

When she tells me she loves me too, my universe splinters into pieces, settling back into place with her in the center. “I love you,” I tell her as she scrambles to undress me, her hands frantic until we’re naked and lying face to face.

Sitting up I pull her onto my lap, lifting her, then lowering her down onto my cock. Kissing her, I wrap my arms around her, until her breasts are pressed against my chest, as close as we can get. We rock, never parting, but allowing me to slide in and out of her slowly. This isn’t frantic, or desperate, it’s not fucking, or exploring a naughty fantasy, this is us communicating with our bodies how much we love the other.

My heart swells as I feel hers beat in time with mine, she doesn’t let go of me, clinging to me as an orgasm slowly grows, crashing over us when we reach the peak together, our mouths fused, connected in every way possible.

“I love you, Beau,” she breaths, her fingers running through my hair as I grip hers tightly. We stay like this, connected long after the glow of release fades.

“I don’t want you to feel suffocated,” I confess.

“I know. But I’ve never done this before, I’ve never been in love, never had a boyfriend. I just got overwhelmed, and sometimes I need time to breath and sort through my thoughts.”

“I don’t know if I can give you that time,” I admit, hating that I sound like a fucking psycho.

Sighing wistfully, she spreads her palm over my cheek. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to give you time to run.”

“But even If I run, I’ll always come back. I need you, Beau. I didn’t really realize until today just how much.”

“How about I just agree to give you a head start,” I smile.

“Till what?”

“Till I chase after you.”

Her giggle is the best sound in the fucking world.

“Move in with me.”

“Okay,” she nods.

“Marry me.”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out.

“Baby girl, I am a jealous, possessive asshole, but I love you more than I even thought it was possible for one person to love another. I’m gonna fuck up, so are you, but if you run, I’ll chase you and I’ll fix whatever problems we have. No space, no distance, just me and you, and an epic fucking love story full of dirty make-believe and sexy fantasies. I want to get old with you, I want to have babies with you, and I want to spend the rest or our lives making every single one of your sweet, dirty, kinky dreams come true.”

“Every single one?” she asks.

“Every single one,” I agree. “Say yes, baby girl, and make the best dream I ever had come true.”

A soft smile starts at the corners of her lips, spreading across her mouth. Her eyes sparkle and she says the most perfect word in the world.

“Yes.