Page 31 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

My phone chimes with a text, and I’m already grinning when I grab it off my nightstand.

Normally, I’d be asleep by now, but I was holding out hope that my little Kendra Doll would use the number I gave her. So here I am, book in lap, up past my bedtime, thinking about a girl.

Unknown: You know how to text, Old Man?

My grin grows.

Me: I know how to do a lot of things, Baby.

Before she replies, I save her number in my phone.

I debate for a moment what name to put her under. It’s unlikely Joe will ever be looking at my phone at the same time Kendra texts me, but on the off chance it could happen, I don’t want him seeing his daughter’s name.

Baby Doll: Skilled with his hands and technology. Color me impressed.

Me: Skilled with more than just my hands. Or do you need a reminder?

I reach down and adjust my dick through my sleep pants.

It’s been literal decades since I’ve felt this damn horny.

Baby Doll: My memory is a little foggy… I think a reminder will be necessary.

Me: I think that can be arranged.

Baby Doll: Promises. Promises.

Me: I always keep my promises.

Baby Doll: I’ll hold you to that.

I groan, thinking of all the things I’ll do to her the next time I get my hands on her.

Me: Before you go dream of me, I need you to answer a question.

Baby Doll: Bold assumption.

I’m smiling at my phone like an idiot, but I don’t care.

Me: Am I wrong?

Baby Doll: I hope not. I’d love for you to finish what you started in my dreams last night.

“Jesus.” I reach down and grip my dick again.

Me: Details, Baby. Give me details.

Baby Doll: I think I prefer your imagination running wild.

Me: Brat.

Baby Doll: So you say. Now what’s your question?

I hesitate for only a second before I hit send.

Me: What color were your panties today?