Page 139 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

The bedroom door swings open.

He’s here.

I watch as Luther steps into my room and closes the door behind him.

It should be comical, this man in his fifties, sneaking into my bedroom at night, hiding from my dad.

But all I can think about is how sweet it is.

How sweet he is.

How he fucked up. How he thought he was doing the right thing.

How it’s exactly what I did a decade ago.

I swallow as I think about his story.

About Ashley.

About his ex-wife.

About his own discovery.

I think about how he never told anyone.

I think about how much walking in on my spouse with someone else would ruin me.

I think about how Luther would never.

How he’d never cheat on me.

How he’s trying.

How he told me everything.

And as I watch him undress, I exhale.

I let it go.

I let the bad go.

I let the sad go.

I let the anger and the hurt and the doubt… I let it all fucking go.

“I don’t want to wait.” I say it as I think it.

Luther pauses, stopping at the foot of the bed.

“I don’t want to wait, Luther.” I sit up, letting the blankets bunch at my waist. “I don’t want you to be cautious around me. And I don’t want to be guarded around you.” The wall I’ve been struggling to maintain between us crumbles into nothingness. “I just want… you.” I breathe the admission.

There’s a beat. A second-long pause. Where my heart hangs in the air between us.

Then the blanket is ripped away. And Luther is gripping my ankles.

He yanks me toward him, and I fall onto my back as I slide down the bed.

When my ass reaches the edge of the mattress, Luther drops his hold of me, and my thighs spread, making room for him to step closer.

Luther leans over me, placing a hand on the mattress next to my head. “Say it again.”

His voice is a low growl and probably not as quiet as he should be.

But I love it.

“I want you.” I reach up and curl my hands over his shoulders. “Don’t hurt me again.”

“Never.” Luther turns his head and presses a kiss to my wrist. “Never again, Baby. I fucking promise.” He kisses my wrist again, then leans down, putting our foreheads together. “Tell me you believe me.”

“I believe you,” I tell him, because I do. “I trust you.”

His exhale is sharp. And then his lips are on mine.

Our mouths crash together.

And with his body pressing down against mine, I feel a weight lift from my chest.

I open for him, and he takes every inch of space I offer, his tongue plunging between my lips.

He’s heat. And tenderness.

He’s…

Emotion tightens around my throat.

Fuck, he’s everything.

He’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

He’s everything I didn’t think to want.

And he’s worth risking the fall.

My hands claw at his back as I try to drag him closer. And I wrap my legs around his waist.

He drops his hips down against me.

And I moan.

He’s so hard.

So big. Ready.

“Please.” I beg for more. I need him to hurry.

“Please, who?” He rocks his hips against me as his lips brush mine with each syllable.

Warmth builds between my legs.

I lick my tongue across his.

Then I tilt my hips up to meet his. “Please, Daddy.”

He groans. “Does my Baby need to be fucked?”

I dig my heels into his lower back. “God, yes.”

Luther pulls back, standing to his full height and breaking all contact.

A pitiful sound leaves my throat, but I don’t have long to worry.

Luther grips the waistband of my sleep shorts and tugs them and my panties down my legs, dropping them to the floor.

Then he shoves his boxer briefs down.

I left the curtains open again tonight. And the moonlight dances over his muscles.

He reaches down and grips the base of his length.

Needing to be just as naked, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up.

When it’s over my head, blocking my view, two hands press my thighs open, and the puff of air on my sensitive skin is my only warning before Luther’s tongue licks the length of my pussy.

He does it again.

And again.

And I get stuck in my damn shirt, writhing and trying not to make noise as he continues to eat me out.

Luther groans, and the vibrations are nearly too much.

My thighs clamp down around his head.

He chuckles. With his tongue on my clit.

And I nearly come.

I finally toss my shirt free, and he looks up, his tongue still working me over.

His eyes are full of smiles.

His mouth is full of pussy.

And I have no regrets over welcoming him back into my life.

I reach my hands up and grip my breasts.

Luther moans.

I play with my nipples as I hold his eye contact.

He presses my thighs open and stands.

I lift my knees, opening for him.

He squeezes the base of his cock. “You have to be quiet. Remember?”

I nod. “I remember.”

Luther steps forward until his thighs hit the mattress, then he guides the tip of his dick to my entrance.

My breath quickens.

We’ve done this before.

He’s been inside me before.

But this… This time feels different.

The blinders are off.

This is us.

Bare.

Exposed.

Raw.

He’s watching me.

Waiting.

“I want you.” I remind him. “Take me.” I beg him.

A low sound rolls off Luther as he presses into me.

He grips my hip, holding me down. Holding me in place.

I’m so wet, so slick for him, that my clenching muscles aren’t enough to slow him down.

He releases his hold of his cock and presses his palm down on my lower stomach.

He presses down and he pushes in.

My back arches.

I’m so full.

It’s so perfect.

In and out.

Luther drags himself in and out, and I can’t think about anything other than where we’re connected.

My body is on fire.

And there’s only Luther.

There’s only him .