Page 43 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

Two words.

Seven letters.

And they hit me like lightning strikes.

Electricity and a bit of fear course through my body.

I pull in a breath, my chest expanding with the charged air.

“Alright, Baby.” My words are quiet. Gruff. “Just us.” I swallow. “Wait here.”

Turning around, I leave my dessert and beer on the deck railing, then cut through the house into the garage.

One minute later, I’m back outside.

Kendra is where I left her, sipping her coffee and holding her plate of sweets in front of her.

She takes in the item tucked under my arm as I grab my food.

“We’re sharing one chair?”

“You said you wanted to sit on someone’s lap.” I start walking.

A large oak tree stands at the edge of the yard, the wide green leaves creating the perfect spot of additional shade. It’s close enough that it won’t look like we’re trying to be separate, but far enough that we won’t be overheard.

My girl follows me across the lawn, and with my back to everyone, I let myself smile.

I can’t believe we just had sex.

Here.

Behind an unlocked door.

With all these people nearby.

There’s a tightness in my stomach. My conscience reminding me that this is messed up. That I shouldn’t be fucking my friend’s daughter, who is twenty-four years younger than me.

I shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t stay the night.

I should walk away now. Before it’s too late.

Before feelings get involved.

Just you.

That tightness travels up to my throat. And my inner voice tells me it’s too late.

Because I already have feelings for Kendra.