Page 19 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

I shove my truck door closed, then place my hands on my lower back and stretch.

Per usual, I didn’t get a great night’s sleep. But this time, it was possibly more of my own doing than Mother Nature’s. I just can’t stop thinking about that night .

Can’t stop thinking about that girl .

Can’t stop thinking about the image of her with her tits squished around my dick and her lips around my tip.

Can’t stop myself from jerking off to the memory of her.

And when I lay in bed last night, another hour going by with sleep eluding me, I jerked off again.

None of that was helped by my old ass waking up at six.

I was half tempted to rub one out again this morning, but with my luck, I’d actually pass out and miss breakfast with Joe.

And his kid.

I sigh and start across the driveway toward my best friend’s front door.

Nothing against his daughter, Kenny, but I’m tired, horny, and grouchy, and that’s not the ideal mood to be in to make a good first impression.

But I know Joe’s excited to have her living here, so I blow out a breath and work on adjusting my attitude.

I remember him saying something about roommates and stealing her money. And for how long we’ve been friends, it’s hard to believe I’ve never met her, but here we are.

Shrugging off the guilt of not knowing more about my friend’s kid, I stride up the few steps to the front porch.