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

With my teeth gritted in pain I watch as Bonnie walks away from me and into the lounge room where all my brothers are. “You’re all assholes and you should be ashamed of yourselves,” she shouts. “Your brother carts a woman in here who’s shouting for your help and you don’t even question if I’m okay before you let him cart me off into his bedroom. Your mama would be disgusted with you all.”

The entire house is stony silent for a minute until I hear the front door opening, then the roar of my truck’s engine. Slowly I pry myself up off the floor, my balls throbbing, the pain radiating up from my groin to my stomach. Collapsing back down into a heap, I suck in sharp gasps as I try again, rolling to my knees when Granger walks in, his face wincing in sympathy for my predicament.

“So, I guess that’s didn’t go that well?” he asks.

I shake my head, not capable of forming words.

“She took your truck.”

I nod, glad that she didn’t walk at least. Pulling in a slow, painful breath I push up to my feet, grabbing hold of the end of my bed for support as I wait for the worst of the pain to fade.

“Did she actually kick you in the dick?” he asks.

“Yep,” I say, my voice rough.

“You want me to give you a ride up to the Williams to get your truck, or do you think she’ll kick you again if you go near her?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice.

“I’ll be looking out for it next time. I thought she was too sweet to do that to a guy. I know better now,” I rasp, pushing fully upright and tentatively releasing my hold on the bedframe. Walking stiffly and slowly I follow Granger out of my room and into the lounge room where all of my brothers’ wince in unison at my fragile state. No guy likes to see another get kicked in the balls, it’s like we’re all linked via the universe and they feel my pain too.

“I didn’t see that coming,” Bay admits. “I mean she was cussing like a sailor, but I wouldn’t have guessed she was a kicker. Although it’s not really surprising with how angry she was, like a pissed off kitten.”

“She ripped us all new assholes too for not stopping you. I like her,” Huck says with a grin.

“Come on, let’s hope she went home and hasn’t taken your truck for a joy ride into the lake,” Granger laughs, whacking me on the back and making another surge of pain shoot through my poor abused balls.

It only takes a few minutes to drive the distance between our house and hers, but when I pull up to the drive my truck’s nowhere in sight.

“You want to drive about a bit, see if we can find her?” Granger asks.

“No,” I shake my head. “I’ll head in and wait for her; she’s got to come home at some point.”

“Your funeral, if it was me, I’d give her a few days to cool off,” he says, shaking his head.

“Nah, I’ve just got to remember that the kitty cat has claws. Now I know, I’ll be fine,” I shrug, climbing out of Granger’s car and slapping the roof as I walk with a slight limp up to the house.

Knocking on the door, I carefully rearrange my sore balls in my jeans, then step back a step just in case Bonnie opens the door and takes another flying kick at me.

“Beau,” Mr. Williams says, as he opens the door and smirks at me.

“Hey Mr. Williams, your daughter stole my truck, I take it she’s not come home yet?”

His laugh is loud and full of undisguised mirth. “Come on in, son.”

Following him down the hallway and into the kitchen, I take a seat opposite him at the table when he offers.

“Beer?” he asks, shuffling over to the refrigerator and pulling out two bottles.

“Sure, thanks,” I say, taking the bottle from him when he hands it to me.

“So, I take it she didn’t appreciate you hauling her out of here over your shoulder?” he asks, hiding his smile behind his bottle of beer.

“She kicked me in the balls, bitched out my brothers, and then stole my truck,” I admit.

“God that girl,” he sighs. “She’s so much like her mama, she nailed me a few times in the balls over the years.”

“Something to look forward to,” I mutter under my breath.

We chat amiably about everything except Bonnie for the next thirty minutes, until I hear the unmistakable sound of my truck pulling up outside. The door opens a few seconds later and Bonnie marches into the room, freezing to the spot when she sees me sitting at the table.

“Seriously,” she hisses angrily.

“I invited Beau to stop for dinner, you made enough to feed an army again,” Mr. Williams says, surprising me.

“I’ve had a rough day, I was actually planning to have an early night, you can help yourself to dinner, it’s in the crock pot,” she says, turning on her heel as if she thinks I’m going to let her run.

“Baby girl, sit your ass down and eat dinner with your daddy,” I growl, up and out of my chair and at her back a second later. She tenses when I touch her, but I hear the soft sigh that escapes her mouth when I nuzzle my lips against her neck. “I’m sorry for kidnapping you. Your dad invited me to stay and I’d really like to eat with you guys, so come sit down. Please.”

At the word please she relaxes a little and exhales. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, turning her chin with my fingers and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She doesn’t fight me when I turn her in my arms so I can kiss her properly, only a slight sound of protest falling from her when I pull back and guide her with a gentle arm around her back toward the table.

“Put me to work, how can I help?” I ask, not wanting to piss her off.

“There’s BBQ pork in the oven, could you pull it out and tear it, so we can have it with the mac and cheese?” she asks.

“The bread’s in the oven too, I finished it after you left with Beau,” Mr. Williams tells her.

“Thanks Daddy,” she says, leaning down and hugging him quickly as she passes on the way to a crock pot that’s sitting on the counter by the back door.

I make myself busy, grabbing the cloth that’s hanging on the hook and pulling the rich BBQ pork from the oven. Finding a drawer, I grab two forks and get to work shredding the meat that falls apart the moment I touch it. Bonnie appears at my side, checking what I’m doing, before placing two large bowls of mac and cheese down next to where I’m standing. She disappears and returns a moment later with a bowl with a smaller portion, and proceeds to pile up the pork on top of the mac in each bowl.

When she’s done, I grab one of the larger portions and slide it in front of her dad, then go back and grab the other two bowls, nodding for her to go sit, as I slide one in front of her and take the seat next to her.

“You want another beer, Beau?” Mr. Williams asks.

“Sure,” I say, “You want me to grab them?”

He nods, obviously amused with the way I’m acting.

“Baby girl, you want a beer?” I ask.

“Yes please.”

Grabbing three bottles I hand one to Bonnie’s dad, then one to her, before I take my seat next to her again. The food is delicious, but we eat in silence until our bowls are empty and I can’t take it any longer. “Is there somewhere we can talk?” I ask her quietly.

Her sigh is audible and pained. “Beau—”

“Bonbon, why don’t you and Beau go visit in the den while I clear up,” Mr. Williams says, pushing up from the table and collecting the dishes.

Taking the opportunity, I reach for her hand and coax her toward me. “Come talk with me. Please.”

Reluctantly, she lets me pull her away from the kitchen and our audience. I pause, waiting for her to point me in the direction of the den, although I’d rather do this in her room with a bed. Rolling her eyes, she points to the door closest to the front door and I eagerly tow her towards it, pulling her into the room and closing the door fully behind us.

The moment we’re alone, she rips her hand from mine and takes a pointed step away from me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look, Beau, today has been by far the weirdest day I’ve ever had. If it was April instead of October, I’d think you were playing an April fool’s prank on me.”

“How long have we known each other?” I ask.

“We’ve been neighbors my entire life,” she says with a shrug. “But we’re not friends, I don’t actually know you at all.”

Smiling, I take in her defensive posture, I’d lay money on the fact that she doesn’t realize crossing her arms like that makes her tits look even perkier. My mouth waters with the desire to pull up that stupid black t-shirt and explore her lush body beneath.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she questions, her voice a little shrill.

“How am I looking at you, baby girl?” I ask lowly.

“Like I’m a steak and you’re a carnivore.”

Ignoring the obvious response, I tilt my head to the side and look at her. “Are you attracted to me, Bonnie?”

“How is that relevant?” she snaps.

“Answer the question, honey, are you attracted to me?”

“Of course I am,” she says with a nonchalant shrug. “Name me a single woman in town who isn’t attracted to you. You know what you look like, Beau.”

“I think you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” I admit.

“So you think I’m pretty, that’s sweet of you, but it doesn’t explain you going from silent and brooding yesterday, to insane today,” she cries.

“I told you that I want you, Bonnie,” I tell her, starting to feel a little exasperated.

“So this is about sex?” she questions, her cheeks staining a little red.

Taking a slow step toward her, I smile. “I want to fuck you, baby girl, I want to feel your plush beautiful body beneath mine, I want to watch as I make you come, and listen as you scream my name.” I pause, barely an inch from her. “But that’s not all I want.”

“Then what do you want?” she whispers breathily, her pupils dilated, her chest heaving up and down.

“I want to own you,” I say a second before I press my mouth to hers. Her lips part and she opens for me, her small hands tentatively reaching for me as she presses her palms to my chest. Nipping at her bottom lip, I suck on her tongue, then invade her mouth, kissing her like she’s mine. Because she is, even if she doesn’t understand it yet.

After a second, her body melts into mine and I lift her off the ground, my hands beneath her ass as I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her legs move instinctually, the she freezes and her hands that had been gripping me tightly start to push me away.

Reluctantly I let her slide back down my body, making her feel how hard my dick is as I hold her close, not letting her run away from my touch.

“What happened yesterday?” she asks, lust and confusion both clear in her voice.

“I pulled my head out of my ass long enough to see what my brothers realized nearly a year ago.”

“What does that mean?”

“I saw that douche flirting with you, and it drove me crazy. After you got in your car, I came home, so fucking angry and aggravated, and then I realized that the reason I was so pissed is because you’re mine and no other fucker gets to touch, or flirt, with my girl,” I confess, pulling her in to feel my hard dick press against her stomach.

Instead of grinding on me, like I was hoping she would, she freezes.

“So yesterday you saw Dan flirting with me and got jealous?” she asks slowly.

“I don’t need to be jealous, baby girl. You’re mine and we both know it.”

Her head tips to the side and she licks at her lips, her jaw tensing a little. “So, what you’re telling me is that you had no idea you had any interest in me until another guy showed interest, and then you realized that you wanted me. Because someone else does?”

Nodding, I lean in and press my lips against the pulse point at her neck. “I don’t want you because he does. I’ve always wanted you; it just took me seeing you with the dickhead to realize it.”

She leans back, pulling herself away from my touch. “So, if Dan hadn’t have been there last night, if he’d have asked me out at lunchtime instead of closing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation?”

“Does it matter? You’re mine, Bonnie.”

“Am I?” she asks a little shrilly. “Because honestly right now I feel like a toy that was just hanging around in the toy box overlooked, until someone else decided they wanted to play with it. Then you decided that I was the ultimate toy, and laid claim to it.”

“That’s not how it was,” I tell her.

“Well that’s sure as hell how it looks from here, and honestly, Beau, as hot as you might be and for as long as I’ve fantasized about you wanting me. If the only reason you discovered you liked me is because someone else showed some interest, then no thanks. I’d rather stay a single virgin for the rest of my life,” she shouts.

Her words take me by complete surprise, and when she shoves me as hard as she can I release her, not following when she throws open the door and darts from the room. She’s a virgin? How the hell did that happen? How does a girl who looks like Bonnie get to twenty-one without some guy claiming her virgin pussy?

The thought is so baffling that it takes me a full minute to realize I’m alone in the den, and Bonnie is gone. “Fuck,” I hiss from behind clenched teeth. Her being a virgin shouldn’t be such a turn on, but knowing that I fully plan to marry her, being the only guy who’ll even get to touch her, to feel her tight cunt clamp down around my dick, is a hell of a fucking turn on.

Inhaling sharply, I reach down and adjust my junk so my hard on isn’t quite as visible as I march back out of the den and toward the kitchen. “Bonnie,” I yell.

“She’s gone to bed,” Mr. Williams tells me when I reach the kitchen. He’s at the sink, swilling our bowls and loading them into the dishwasher. “If I were you, I’d leave her be tonight, she’s only going to get angrier if you go after her again.”

“She’s pissed at me, I don’t like leaving while we’re arguing,” I tell him.

Turning to look at me, his expression is earnest. “Me and Bonnie’s mama never went to sleep on an argument. But she also taught me to pick my battles. Give her tonight to calm down and come see her tomorrow.”

With a sigh, I nod, reaching up and rubbing at the back of my neck with my fingers. “Okay, maybe you’re right. This is so messed up, but can I have her cell number, at least then I can text her.”

Mr. Williams chuckles. “Sure, it’s there on the refrigerator, I keep losing that damn cell she got me, so she pasted her number up there for me,” he laughs.

“Thanks,” I say, quickly saving the number into my phone.

“Beau, I don’t know you that well, but your parents were good people and I think you and your brothers probably take after them. That’s why I’m warning you real nice with my words. Don’t hurt my daughter, don’t play with her heart, or mess her around, because if we have to have this conversation again, we’ll be doing it with my gun in your face, right before I get my boot in your ass,” he threatens, all hint of amusement gone from his expression.

Holding back my smirk, I nod as solemnly as I can muster. Mr. Williams and I both know I could kick his ass with both my hands tied behind my back, but Bonnie is his daughter and I totally get his need to warn me.

“See you later, Beau.”

“See you later, sir.”

“You can call me Hal,” he says.

“Night Hal,” I say, turning and making my way to the front door, pausing for a second at the stairs, before I open the door and leave.