Page 77 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

Luther wraps his arms around me as our kiss slows.

We’re both naked. Covered in a sheen of sweat. Chests heaving.

I can already feel the mess forming between us.

And I’ve never felt happier.

He presses his lips against mine one last time, then he relaxes back into the chair.

I blink at him, clearing my blurry vision.

Luther’s eyes are focused on mine. “You okay?”

A grin cracks across my face, and I drag my hands over his shoulders, pressing my palms to his chest. “I’m great. Are you okay?”

His mouth pulls into a smile. “I think that orgasm might’ve shaved a few years off my life, but it was worth it.”

I huff a laugh, which makes my muscles clench.

Luther groans as his body twitches in response.

“Sorry,” I chuckle again.

He slides his hands to my hips, holding me still.

He grips me much gentler than before, and I wonder if I’m going to have handprints on my skin tomorrow.

I kind of hope I will.

“I think we need a shower.” Luther’s thumbs trace circles on my skin, making me shiver. Causing my muscles to clench, again. “Dammit, woman.”

I press my lips together and widen my eyes, knowing if I try to talk, I’ll laugh, making it worse. So I nod, agreeing to the shower.

Taking a slow breath, I gather my composure.

Luther pats my ass. “You gotta get up first, Baby.”

I look down between us. “It’s gonna be messy.”

Luther shrugs. “Leather is easy to clean.”

I make a face.

He’s not wrong, but the visual of cleaning sex mess off a chair is… gross.

Moving my hands back to his shoulders, I try to lift my hips. But my quads shake, and I barely budge.

That’s it. I give up trying, accepting my new existence. Stuffed with cock.

Luther is biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

“I think you’ll have to toss me over the side of the chair,” I tell him seriously.

Luther lifts a big shoulder, then lifts me—his dick sliding free—and shifts his weight like he’s going to seriously tip me onto the floor.

“Luther!” I screech, clawing at his shoulders.

The laugh that comes out of him is the loudest I’ve ever heard.

He drops me back onto his lap, his dick under my ass but no longer inside me. And while I try to clench my core muscles for all I’m worth, he continues to laugh.

“You’re impossible.” I slide one of my hands down, cupping my vagina, trying to keep the mess from going everywhere.

Bareback sex is hot. But the aftermath is real.

“Your face.” He’s still fucking laughing.

I glare at him. “I’m showering without you.” I pull my hand up and slap it, and the mess, against his chest.

He smiles harder. “That’s right, Baby. Mark me as yours.”

I roll my eyes, refusing to find him cute right now. “Most of that is yours.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah, but it’s your handprint.”

Considering I was having the same thought about bruising, I can’t really judge.

Damage done, I shuffle backward off his lap.

Luther keeps his hands on my sides, helping me balance, until I’m finally standing.

Lounged back, nude, covered in sex, Luther looks as comfortable as I’ve ever seen him.

And standing here, nude, dripping sex, I feel as comfortable as I’ve ever felt.

Insecurities… Body-image issues… Who are they?

While Luther lazily takes me in, I turn and walk toward the open door in the front corner of the room, snagging my backpack as I go.

I’m thinking about how beautiful the bedroom is, how I can’t wait to climb into that massive bed, when I reach the bathroom.

There are four light switches, so I flip on the first one, and a soft golden glow illuminates from behind the matching mirrors over the double vanity.

And I stop.

His entire house has been impressive. But this bathroom is stunning.

A forest lover’s spa.

The ceiling boasts exposed wood beams. Dark green glass tile on the walls of the giant glass-enclosed shower. Marble counters…

Luther enters behind me, his footsteps the only sound in the room.

He stops beside me and drags his hand across my bare ass. “Let’s clean up.”

While Luther starts the shower, I grab a hair tie out of my bag and pull my hair up into a ponytail.

As the water warms up, Luther opens a cabinet and grabs a pair of fluffy green towels, and I prepare myself for the most luxurious shower ever.