Page 23 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

As soon as Joe’s fucking daughter disappears into her bedroom, I step into the bathroom and shut the door.

Then I lean against it.

Kendra is Kenny.

Kenny, my best friend’s daughter.

I groan and thud my head back against the door.

I can’t believe I fucked Joe’s daughter.

I can’t believe I fucked his daughter without even knowing it.

I’m the worst friend in the world.

How did I not put it together?

Has he really only ever called her Kenny? Did I really not know her real name?

I try to think if he has any photos of her in his living room. But Joe is a simple man. I don’t think he has photos of anything in his house.

Even as I berate myself, my body is still reacting to having her so close again.

To having my hands on her again.

I drag a hand down my face. Then all the way down my body to palm my dick.

I found my girl.

And now I know exactly where to find her. Every night.

I squeeze my dick tighter.

When I first saw Kendra stepping into the hall, my gut reaction was earth-shifting relief.

In our one night together, she imprinted herself into my being. And I was not doing well with the idea of never seeing her again.

Then, instead of using logic or reason—like the fact I was coming here to meet my friend’s daughter, Kenny—my brain jumped straight to the conclusion that she was here as Joe’s mistress.

I shake my head at my stupidity.

Kendra. Kenny. It’s so simple. It should’ve been so easy to make that connection.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t make that connection at all.

Like, not even fucking kind of.

So, are you new to the area or passing through?

Just passing through.

I drop my hands to my sides.

The night I met Kendra, she said she was just passing through.

Pretty little liar.

I’ll make her pay for that later.

Groaning, I step away from the door and start to undo my pants.

Taking a piss shouldn’t feel so vulgar. But wrapping my fingers around my cock with my perfect little dream girl on the other side of the wall…

Nope.

Not going there.

Not thinking about it.

I’m here for breakfast with my friend and his daughter.

I will not jerk off in the bathroom.

I hesitate, then shake my head.

I will not.