Page 41 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

I stop with my chest inches from her back. “Open the door, Kendra.”

I hear her exhale before she slides the door open.

The kitchen is empty.

And when she steps inside, I follow.

I shut the door behind me.

But I don’t look back.

I don’t do anything to make it look like I’m about to do something bad.

Something so bad. But so fucking good.

“Luther?” she says quietly.

She knows what I want.

She knows.

But the question is where.

I place my hand against the center of her spine.

The bathroom is off limits.

We can’t risk coming out together. And this is real life, so I can’t hide behind the shower curtain while she walks out first.

Her bedroom…

People might not notice that her door was closed. No one would walk in.

I apply pressure against Kendra’s back, and she moves toward the hallway. But then I spot the closed bathroom door.

We could probably hurry past to her room.

I guide Kendra into taking one more step.

But then I hear the toilet flush.

Cutting it too close.

I slide my hand up to the back of Kendra’s neck and tighten my hold.

She lets me steer her.

We cut across the living room.

Kendra lengthens her stride.

She doesn’t want us to get caught either.

She wants to escape with me.

She fucking wants me .

I hear the bathroom door open.

Footsteps sound in the hall.

“Hurry,” I whisper.

Kendra sees where we’re going. She reaches her hand out.

My pulse is racing.

The person coming down the hall is a moment away from seeing us.

Kendra yanks the door open.

And I follow her into the garage.

I push the door closed behind me. But I don’t let it click. I silently leave it resting against the latch. The result of some careless person who came into the garage to grab some beer.

It’s dim. The row of windows in the top panel of the garage door lets in just enough of the late afternoon sun to illuminate the fridge a few yards away.

Kendra looks at me over her shoulder.

I expect a remark. Maybe a raised brow.

But her gaze is full of need.

Need for me to touch her.

For me to tell her what to do.

What I want.

I tighten my grip on her neck and turn her again until she’s facing the back wall.

She sees my destination.

Three steps later, she’s reaching out again, this time opening the door to the cramped laundry room.

The room is tiny. Barely room for both of us.

The washer and dryer are side by side, backed up against the wall that separates the living room from the garage.

I’ve been in the house when these are going, so I know this wall isn’t soundproofed.

“You need to be quiet.” I whisper the demand as I shut the door, trapping us in the dark.

In the dark, there’s only touch.

Kendra turns to face me, causing my palm to drag around her neck until I’m holding her by the throat.

Hands press against my chest.

Her fingers feel cool through the thin cotton of my shirt.

I grip her waist with my free hand. “Tell me you can be quiet.”

“I can be quiet, Daddy,” she whispers.

My cock throbs.

It’s been a week.

A week since I’ve heard her call me that.

Another week since I’ve been inside her.

With my hold on her neck, I tip her head back. “No kissing.”

“What? Why?” Her disappointment fans my ego.

“Because,” I growl.

I use my hold to turn her so her back is to me and her front is to the dryer.

I slide my hand on her waist around to her stomach. “Because the next time you put your lips on me, you’re wrapping them around my dick.” I slide my hand lower, cupping her sex through her dress. “And when you put that hot little mouth on my cock, I’m going to fuck it.”

She moans, arching into me.

“Dirty little brat.” I press my hand up under her chin until she’s resting her head back against my shoulder.

Then I speak against her ear. “You want that? You want to walk out there with puffy red lips and tear tracks down your cheeks? You want everyone to know what a slutty little Daddy’s girl you are? ”

I close my teeth over her earlobe. Biting just hard enough to hold her still as I let go of her throat and move my hand down to her cleavage.

Her dress is tight.

But not so tight I can’t get my fingers between the material and her tits.

Her breathing spikes.

I lick over the bite mark in her flesh before I release her ear. “The perfect fucking handful.”

I palm her breast and spread my fingers, then bring them together until her nipple is pinched between two of my fingers, applying even more pressure with my other palm against her mound.

Kendra arches her ass against me, and there’s no hiding the fact that I’m hard.

So damn hard.

“Luther.”

I exhale against her skin. “When we fuck in this house, you call me Daddy. Now reach back and take my dick out.”

She does as she’s told.

And the feeling of her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans has my cock fucking dripping.

While she works, I use my fingers to scrunch up the front hem of her dress. And she pulls my zipper down just as my fingers reach her panties.

Her red thong.

I can’t see it. But I don’t need to.

Her skirt drapes over my wrist, but now the only thing between my hand and her hot pussy is a thin scrap of lace.

I rub.

The material is already wet. Soaked through.

“Hurry up, Baby.” I press my fingers against her clit. “We have to be quick. And you better get my cock inside you before you come.”

Her chest is heaving.

I pinch her nipple. And I feel her pussy clench.

Finally, she hooks her fingers around the top band of my boxer briefs and tugs them down, freeing my length.

I pull her panties to the side. She pulls up the back of her dress. And the darkness amplifies the feeling of my bare cock slapping against her uncovered entrance.

I drag my middle finger up her slit. She’s so slick.

When my fingertip circles her clit, she slaps her hands down on the top of the dryer.

I rub her clit as I bend my knees. “Reach between your legs and put me in.”

“Fuck,” she gasps.

I shove my finger into her channel. “Exactly.”

Kendra bends forward, and I slide my hand out of the top of her dress.

I don’t want to. I want to always have my hands on her tits. But I’m going to need this hand to hold her steady. To hold her body against mine.

Reaching down between her legs, her fingers close around my cock. I shift, helping her line me up with her hole.

And then voices that aren’t ours fill the garage.

Kendra freezes.

It’s not her dad. Not anyone coming to do laundry. Just a couple people looking for extra drinks.

I push my hips forward.

Kendra’s pussy swallows the tip of my dick.

I hear her inhale.

Kendra clenches around me.

I thrust halfway in.

Kendra’s cunt is so hot it practically burns me.

I circle my free arm around her waist.

Kendra presses back onto me, and I picture her palms flat on the dryer.

I start to rub her clit again.

Kendra holds her breath.

I curl against her, putting my lips to her ear.

The voices are still in the garage.

The people are still feet away.

“Breathe and relax.” I pull almost all the way out. “You can take me. You’ve done it before.”

Her pussy flutters.

I rub circles around her clit.

Her body tightens.

I still my fingers.

Her breaths are quiet but heavy in the dark room.

I flatten my hand, my palm against her clit, my fingers spread around the spot where my cock is notched into her entrance.

Her muscles relax around me.

I shove all the way in.

The heat.

The fucking heat and tightness.

My brain glitches.

I can’t hear anything.

Can’t see anything.

I can only feel.

I can only feel her .

Everywhere.

I pull out.

I thrust forward.

I stop just short of our bodies slapping together.

I’m just aware enough to stay quiet.

To breathe through my open mouth.

I tighten my arm around her waist.

Kendra is vibrating.

Her legs are shaking.

A door slams.

I pause. Blinking in the dark. Swallowing to clear my hearing.

Silence.

We’re alone again.

“Hurry up.” My fingers are frantic over her bundle of nerves. “Hurry up and come before we get caught.” I roll my hips. “Unless you want to get caught with my cock buried in this greedy little pussy.” I shove deeper. “Then everyone will know that I’m your Daddy now.”

She whimpers.

I pull back, then slam forward.

She tenses.

I rock my hips against her ass.

She lets out a strangled sound.

I squeeze her body to mine.

And when my fingers slip over her clit again, Kendra breaks.

She clenches her thighs together.

She bends forward.

She lets out a soft whine as she pulses around me.

As she comes on my cock.

I close my eyes.

I throw my head back.

And I explode.

My cock pulses over and over, and I empty my balls inside my best friend’s daughter.