by Rye Hart
She smiled back, holding back tears. “You don’t know how happy I am for you to say that. I know you will make both me and your dad proud.” She leaned in to give me a kiss. Her lips felt amazing on mine. I was the luckiest man in the world to have her forgiveness. I wasn’t going to let her down again. No fucking way.
Maggie looked in my eyes, “What about Carl and Doris?”
“You have my word that we paid everyone the market prices for the property and gave them fair market value for the businesses. I was going to make a killing on the deal either way. Most of them got far more than the land and the businesses were really worth. I didn’t want to risk anyone filing a report with the Feds and exposing me. Did you see anyone in there that was angry at me? Besides yourself?”
“No, I didn’t. But do you think it’s still right to proceed with the development? What about Carl and Doris’ restaurant?”
“Do you think Carl and Doris would be that happy if they had to work at this restaurant another ten or fifteen years? I saw their financials, Mags. They haven’t made money in years. In the end we really did do them a favor by buying them out.”
“They seem happy,” she said softly.
“They are.” I put my hand on hers and gazed into her eyes. “Look Maggie, I’m happy to go back in that building and announce the cancellation of the project, but the problem is we’ve already closed and with the deal everyone received I doubt anyone would agree to it anyway. I have a better idea Maggie. I think this project can be the first step to making your dream come true. I know you want to own a restaurant of your own and I know you would be amazing at it. I would be honored if I could be a part of your dream.
“Are you shitting me? No, I can’t ask you to do that. This all feels like a dream. I was convinced you wanted to break up with me because I was carrying too much baggage with my brothers. I was ready to move on.” she said.
“Why wouldn’t you just pick up my calls? You could have told me earlier how much of an asshole I was.” I hated to admit it, but this girl had gotten under my skin like no other woman I’ve ever known. Things would be different now, and it was because of her.
She shrugged. “Maybe because I was afraid that you would tell me that you never really wanted me, and that I was just a means to an end. I thought you were using me.”
My heart ached at her words. “Jesus Maggie, no. I never meant to use you. And I did want you. I do want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. I want to help you make your dreams come true. Please let me.”
She reached for me and I leaned over the console to take her into my arms and I pressed my lips to hers.
My tongue went across her lips and into her mouth.
Her tongue pushed back and swirled around mine.
“Tyler,” she moaned.
“Yes.”
“My butt’s getting really hot.”
I pulled back and smiled. “But the seat warmer isn’t even turned on.”
“I know,” she said. “But I am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY: TYLER
Maggie and I barely got in the door before we were tearing at each other’s clothes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and ran across my lips. She sunk her teeth into my bottom lip and gave it a little tug.
The next thing I knew, she had jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I fell back against the wall and dug my fingers into her ass. I kicked the front door closed and she clung to me as I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.
I literally threw Maggie on the bed and ordered her to strip. There was no time for gentle foreplay, not tonight. I tore off my shirt and kicked my boots across the room. They hit the wall and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
Maggie was even quicker than me. She was a blur, stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside. She jumped on the bed and held out her arms. She wiggled her fingers at me. “Come on, slowpoke!”
“I’ll give you a slow poke,” I said with a grin. I peeled off my jeans and underwear and dove on top of her still wearing my socks. She bounced and giggled beneath me. My beard was tickling her chin. She brushed it out of her face and pretended to spit hair.
“You need to trim that thing,” she said with a grin.
“Oh no, it will grow until the day I die.”
“We’ll see about that.” She used two fingers to brush my moustache away from my mouth. “As long as I can get to these lips, I’ll be okay.”
“Fair enough,” I said, pressing my lips to hers, my stiff cock rubbing against her mound. She spread her legs and bent her knees and breathed in my ear.
“Don’t you ever leave me again,” I said.
“I won’t ever leave you again,” she said, closing her eyes as my shaft slid back and forth over her wet folds. I could feel her hot juices soaking my cock and balls. Her breasts rose and fell against me. Then she reached around and gave my ass a hard slap.
“But you’d better be a good boy. No more shady deals.”
“No more shady deals,” I sighed, my lips at her ear.
“Good,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into my back. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and nudged my ass with her heels, like she was kicking a horse to make it go.
She said, “Now, shut up fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
I pulled my hips back and my cock slid straight into her. The breath gushed from her lungs and she dug her fingernails deeper into my back. She trailed her nails down my back, leaving scratches that burned with beautiful pain.
She dug her heels into my ass and prodded me into a rhythm.
I braced on my elbows and we kissed as we fucked.
Our tongues dueled, darting in and out, matching the rhythm of my cock and balls slamming into her.
Maggie moaned in my ear and bucked her ass off the bed.
Each time I thrust into her, she pulled herself up, making me go deeper and deeper inside her.
TWENTY-ONE: MAGGIE
I could practically feel Tyler’s cock all the way up in my throat each time he thrust into me. I dug my nails into his back and opened my mouth so his tongue could come inside to play with mine.
I could feel the orgasm building, like a fire burning deep within my cunt that was spreading throughout my entire body. Every nerve stood on end. Every cell tingled. I could feel my pulse in my temple. I could hear my heart beating in my ear.
“Oh… god… I’m cumming…” Tyler said. He was ramming into me now, fast and hard. His balls slapped against my pussy. My nipples grew harder as his long beard brushed against them. I felt the muscles in his back stiffen. His ass was hard as stone beneath my heels.
The second I felt his body tighten and his seed begin to flow into me, my own orgasm hit like a tsunami battering the shoreline. I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, as deep as he could go.
My pussy exploded with hot juices as he continued to slide in and out, spreading his milky cum over my pussy, making a wonderfully-sticky mess.
He thrust into me a few more times as the little bolts of lightning shot through my body and made me tingle all over.
He let go the long breath he’d been holding and collapsed on the bed beside me.
He raised his arm and I rolled into him with my head resting on his chest.
I stroked his long beard as if it were a cat.
“Maybe I’ll just name it,” I said quietly.
He smiled down at me. “You’re going to name my beard?”
“What do you think of the name Fluffy?”
“I’m not crazy about it.”
“Shaggy?”
“I think we can talk about it tomorrow,” he said with a yawn. He kissed my forehead. “Goodnight, Mags.”
I nuzzled into his neck. “Goodnight, my big mountain man.”
EPILOGUE: MAGGIE
Tyler poured his second cup of coffee and leaned back against the kitchen counter to sip it. I w
as sitting at the kitchen island going through the morning mail. I glanced at him and smiled. It seemed like just yesterday that he was standing in that exact spot with his junk hanging out and a salacious grin on his face.
Now, a year later, he was wearing jeans, work boots and a denim shirt with the Jenner logo on the pocket.
He had decided to stay in Mountain View to personally oversee the construction of the new hotel downtown. And to be with me.
The boys and I had moved into the mountain lodge shortly after Tyler and I reunited. They worshipped Tyler and he doted on them. It was like having three teenagers in the house.
Tyler was the big brother and father figure they so desperately needed and deserved. We were all one, big happy dysfunctional family. I’d never been happier in my life.
The entire city block where Carl and Doris’ restaurant was located, along with the other shops, had been razed almost a year ago. It was a bittersweet day, watching the construction equipment make short work of the old buildings. Now, the new hotel was just a few months away from opening and there were a million things to get done. On top of that, we made a two year plan to begin the construction of Maggie’s Garden, my very own steakhouse at the heart of downtown. I had to pinch myself. A year ago I would have laughed at the idea, but here I was.
It was important to me that I earned my way up the ladder and I asked Tyler to treat me like any other business partner when it came to working together. He respected my wishes.
“What’s that?” he asked, nodding at the postcard in my hand.
“It’s a postcard from Carl and Doris in Florida,” I said, fanning it at him. The front of the card had a picture of a sandy beach at sunset. On the back, Doris had written “Wish you were here!” and drawn a happy face.
I pretended to read the back of the card.
“Tyler, please do everything Maggie says and give her lots and lots of sex. Love, Carl and Doris.”
“Wow, that’s my kind of postcard,” Tyler said with a grin.
There was a thick envelope in the stack of mail from a law firm in Denver that I didn’t recognize. Tyler’s in-house lawyers handled his business affairs. I held it up for him to see.
“You have a letter from Baxter & Chase, Attorneys at Law.” I cut my eyes at him. “You’re not in trouble again, are you?”
He smiled at me and rolled his eyes. “That’s the firm I hired to set up the foundation we talked about.”
I blinked at him. “The foundation?”
“The James J. Jenner Foundation,” he said, taking the envelope and sliding a finger under the flap to tear it open. He handed me a document that was too full of legalese for me to understand. “Those are the articles of incorporation.”
“This is the foundation you set up in memory of your father,” I said, giving him a warm smile. “The one that will donate camping equipment and set up summer outdoor programs for underprivileged kids across the country.”
“That’s it,” he said with a sigh. His eyes went dreamy for a moment. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my dad. I wouldn’t have all this and I would have never met you. I wanted to do something in his memory.” He gave me a smile. “You’ve taught me how important family is, Maggie. How important people are. My dad knew that. I think I did a long time ago, but I lost sight of it. It took you to remind me of it.”
“Yes, well, what can I say? I am quite the motivator!”
“Yes, you are.”
I grinned at him and slipped the papers back into the envelope. “This is wonderful, Tyler. Your dad would be so proud.”
He nodded at the laptop sitting open on the bar next to me. “Have you got everything ordered for the hotel kitchen? I’m meeting with the city inspector today for the final inspection on the electrical and plumbing, so we’ll be ready to install the appliances as soon as they arrive.”
“Yes sir, I have coordinated with your buyers in Denver and everything is on its way,” I said with a salute and a smile. “It should arrive next week.”
“Awesome,” he said, draining the cup and setting it in the sink. He wiped the tips of his moustache with his fingers and glanced toward the door. “I’m going to take the boys to the construction site with me again today. They’ve been a huge help, and I think they’re having fun learning how things work.”
“I appreciate you taking them under your wing,” I said with a smile. “They really like you.”
“They’re good boys,” he said. He let his eyes linger on my face for a moment. “How about you? Are you ready to go to work once the hotel restaurant is open?”
“I am,” I said.
I’d been taking the online classes from the culinary school in Denver for almost a year and was finally on my way to getting my dream degree.
“I think I’ve put on fifteen pounds being your test dummy,” he said, rubbing his flat stomach.
I smiled for a moment, then made a serious face. “Are you sure your head chef isn’t going to have a problem having the boss’ fiancé working in his kitchen? I mean, this is going to be a five-star restaurant and he is one of the top chefs in the country. Are you sure he’s not a little resentful of having me in his kitchen? This is a very big deal for you and him. I don’t want to do anything to screw it up.”
“Jean Claude is a consummate professional, Mags,” Tyler said with a nod. “He and I had a long talk and he is totally cool with having you in his kitchen. Just don’t expect any favors from him. If anything, he’ll be harder on you than the other chefs, but it’s only because he wants you to learn to be the best, from the best. He knows you are being groomed for running Maggie’s Garden in a few years. It will be the perfect.”
“As long as he’s willing to teach me, I’m willing to shut my mouth and learn. It’s important that I’ve worked the trenches and earned the right to run my own restaurant. I couldn’t be more grateful for your help, but as you know, I have to do that part for myself” I said.
Tyler came around the island and I swiveled on the stool to face him. He wedged himself between my knees and I put my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest.
“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
“I love you, too,” I said with a sigh.
I listened to his heart beating in my ear.
It was a most wonderful sound.
Who would have thought that Maggie Dean would be the one to tame the Billionaire Mountain Man?
THE END
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CHAPTER ONE – SARAH TILLERMAN
“Great, did you hear that?” Barney stared down the road where a man from next door to my bakery had just ridden off on his motorcycle. “You’re going to be hearing it night and day.”
I dipped my sponge and w
rung it out so the suds turned foamy in my bucket. “This was the only location I could afford, besides, bikers eat cake too, right? Maybe I could do a specialty pastry inspired by leather and chrome.”
“I don’t think that would help.” Barney, my sister’s husband, had way too many opinions and loved hearing himself talk.
My sister, Angie, came out wiping her hands on her jeans. She’d been inside cleaning and stood back to look at my windows. “Great job, sis. You’ve got those windows looking new. I finished up inside and now you just have to fill the shelves with deliciousness.”
“Who’s that?” Barney shielded his eyes from the sun and I turned to see a car pulling into the parking lot in front of my business.