Property Of The Mountain Man

by Gemma Weir

  He hisses softly against my mouth as I slowly start to jack him, gently working my hand up and down his dick while he kisses me deeply.

  “This is my favourite way to wake up,” he groans, pulling away from our kiss.

  “Mine too.”

  Before I have time to realize what he’s doing, his hands move to my waist and he lifts me up, spins me around and settles me back down again, my hands braced on either side of his legs, his dick pointing upwards towards my mouth.

  Warm breath blows against my sex, a moment before his tongue finds my slit, licking and sucking voraciously. His dick twitches and I lean forward and take him in my mouth. I’ve never given a blow job before, but I’ve read about them and I understand the basics. Sucking him in as far as I can, I swirl my tongue around him, feeling his movements pause as a long groan vibrates against my pussy.

  Feeling emboldened, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and start to slide my lips up and down his dick, sucking and licking as I do. His dick is too big for me to take that much of him, but I try moving in sync with his fingers as he fucks me while he flicks my clit with his tongue.

  Allowing his dick to pop free of my mouth, I drag the flat of my tongue to run from the base to the tip, lapping the bead of precum from the head as he moans.

  “Too good,” he rasps, lifting me away from his cock and spinning me around again, repositioning me with his dick at my entrance as he guides me down until I’m sitting in his lap, my pussy full to bursting in this position.

  “Oh,” I cry, my sex feeling almost painfully stretched.

  “Ride me,” he growls, “I want to watch you come.”

  Strong hands grab my waist, holding me so tightly I think he may leave a mark as he lifts me up then slides me back down his dick again.

  “Oh god,” I cry as his dick hits the spot inside of me that makes shockwaves of heat burst to life in my core.

  Slowly to start, he helps me ride him, pulling me down hard each time and hitting that spot over and over with each thrust.

  “Plant your feet on the mattress,” he pants.

  Bringing my legs forward I plant my feet down, and this time when he lifts me up his dick almost slides free, only for him to slam me back down, making me shout out as sparklers of mini orgasms blink into life, only to disappear just as quickly.

  “Come for me, Bonnie, show me how good it feels,” he rasps, the sound of his voice making my skin pebble with anticipation.

  Once, twice he lifts me then fucks me down onto his dick, on the third time my orgasm explodes, splintering into a thousand orgasms that light up every one of my nerve endings and freeze the air in my lungs, making the pleasure the only thing that sustains me. Sensation blinds me and tears fill my eyes as waves and waves of incandescent ecstasy consumes me.

  I’m vaguely aware of him coming, his body tensing, the heat of his orgasm filling me, but it’s minutes later before I become completely aware of my body and surroundings.

  “Jesus, baby girl, it just keeps getting better,” Beau rasps against my ear. Our chests are pressed together, our skin damp, our breaths panting in unison.

  “I…” I trail off, not even sure what I planned to say.

  “It’s never been like that, never,” he says as if he’s trying to answer the question I hadn’t even thought about asking, but needed to know the answer to all the same.

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  Sighing, I rest my head on his shoulder, loving the way I can feel his heart racing against me.

  “Can we stay in bed all day?” I ask.

  “I wasn’t planning on letting you get out,” he laughs.

  So we do, we shower together, then get back into bed, only getting out again to get food and use the bathroom. It’s the best day ever. We have sex three more times, until I’m sticky and rung out from the sheer quantity of orgasms he’s given me.

  By the time we hear his brothers start to get home, I’m slumped against him, my body wonderfully sore. “Your brothers are back,” I say, my arm flung across his waist.

  “That’s okay, it’s not my turn to cook.”

  “We should get up.”

  “Why?” he asks, rolling us so I’m pinned beneath him, his dick nestled against my pussy.

  “Because I can’t take any more sex,” I laugh.

  “You too sore?”

  “Yes, you wore my pussy out, I can’t take any more orgasms.”

  His chuckle is pure sin and I can’t help but smile up at him.

  “I’ve had the best day.”

  “Me too,” he says, leaning down to kiss me softly.

  A knock on the door has us both looking towards it as if we can see who it is without it even opening.

  “Hey love birds, get dressed and get out here, we’re going out tonight,” someone shouts.

  “Out?” I question.

  Beau shrugs. “You want to?”

  “Where we going?” I ask.

  “Where you going?” Beau shouts.

  “Mo’s,” they shout back.

  “What’s Mo’s?”

  “Oh, baby girl, you are going to love it.”

  It turns out that Mo’s is a warehouse in the next town over. The moment we all walk through the door, everyone in the place cheers their greeting like the Barnett brothers are heroes returning from war. Almost everyone we pass on the way to the small bar set up in the corner stops us to say hello, the guys slapping hands and patting backs, the women strutting over, shoving their tits out and preening.

  A few give me confused side long glances, no one questions me being there, but I suppose seeing Beau with a woman wouldn’t be a shock to anyone.

  “Good to see you boys,” the woman behind the bar says in greeting. She’s probably late thirties, tattoos covering her shoulders and running down both arms, her boobs are pushed together and peaking enthusiastically out of her very tight tank top. Her hair is a mass of blonde curls, piling into a ponytail on the top of her head, and she has gold rings on every one of her fingers and several bangles on each wrist. She’s an odd mix of bohemian and rock chick, but it works on her.

  “Well you’re new,” she says, when her eyes fall on me.

  “Hi I’m Bonnie,” I say, offering her a little wave.

  “Hey Bonnie, I’m Linda,” she says. “What you doing with this bunch of reprobates?”

  “This is my girlfriend,” Beau says, dropping his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into his side.

  “Is that right?” Linda asks, eyeing me a little more critically, her gaze swinging around the bar as she smirks and scoffs. “You want the usual to drink? What about you honey, you got ID? You barely look eighteen.”

  Offering her a stiff smile, I pull my ID from my cell and flash it to her. “I’ll have a beer please.”

  “Well twenty-one, I’ll be damned,” she mocks.

  “Linda,” Beau says, not bothering to hide the warning in his tone.

  Ignoring him, she pulls eight beers and slides them across the bar towards us. The guys all take a drink and Penn hands one to me as he drops some bills onto the bar and turns, putting his back to Linda who scowls.

  “Let’s go find a booth, I’ll sign us up,” Huck says, leading the way to the other side of the warehouse where large booths are situated along the wall.

  “Sign us up for what?” I ask.

  “You’ll see,” Beau smirks.

  We manage to claim a large booth in the back corner, and Beau ushers me in first so I end up in the middle with Beau on one side of me and Cody on the other. It doesn’t take long for the first person to swing by our table to say hello, and for the next hour there’s a circulating queue of people coming to visit with us. Almost every other one is a woman, or group of women, who all flick their hair and push out their tits vying for one of the brother’s attentions.

  A familiar face stalks up to the table and immediately sets herself down in Penn’s lap. “Hey sexy,” she purrs against his lips, a moment before she
kisses him.

  I straighten in my seat, shocked. Penn never mentioned he had a girlfriend to me, although it’s not like we’ve spent a lot of time together. I Just assumed he would have said something, or Beau would of when I’d asked about women being at their house.

  “What you doing, Roxy?” Penn asks, his voice conveying annoyance, not affection, which shocks me.

  “I wanted to see my man, I’ve barely seen you all week,” she whines.

  “I’m not your man. You agreed this was just fun, but it’s over, I told you that,” Penn says, his one arm stretched across the back of the booth, his other holding his beer. She’s draped over him, her boobs pressed up against him, her one hand curled around his neck, the other tangled in his hair, but he’s noticeably not touching her.

  “I know you’re mad about that thing with the condom, but we’re meant to be together, I was just helping nature along,” she coos, pressing kisses to his mouth and jaw as she speaks.

  “Roxanne, stabbing holes in condoms is fucked up. I knew you were nuts when we started screwing, but even for you that’s taking things to a whole new level of crazy. I’m done, so why don’t you go try your luck with Cole Smith, he’s always had a thing for you, I bet he’d even let you ride him bareback if you gave him the chance. You could be married and pregnant by Christmas if you wanted,” Penn says coldly.

  “Come on now, baby, don’t be like that. Don’t be mad. Come on out to the parking lot and I’ll make it all up to you,” she says breathily, leaning in and pressing her lips against his ear. “I’ll let you fuck my ass; I know how much you like it.”

  “Jesus, Roxanne, get some self-respect. He’s not interested, you were a fuck, nothing more,” Granger snaps coldly.

  “Fuck you, Granger, Penn loves me,” she screeches.

  “Hold the fuck up. I am not in love with you,” Penn laughs.

  “I know you love me, stop pretending just because your brothers are here,” she cries.

  “Roxanne, you came onto me in a bar, you begged me to fuck you. You suggested a friends with benefits arrangement, told me you didn’t want a man, said you liked your independence. I’ve never even stayed the night. I come over, we fuck, then I get dressed and leave. What about that set up makes you think I’m in love with you?” Penn asks derisively.

  “It’s been six weeks, you’ve never stayed with anyone for that long, we’re committed,” she says, standing from his lap and turning to face him, her hands planted on her hips.

  “I’m committed to a quick fuck on a Thursday night. On Tuesday’s I see Franny, and weekends when Liz is in town I sometimes head over to her place. Six Thursday’s honey, that’s all I’ve given you,” he says with a shrug that makes me cringe and feel bad for Roxanne, even though she’s obviously crazy.

  The sound of her palm hitting his cheek echoes around the room, but Penn barely blinks. Slowly he turns back to look at her. “Get the fuck away from my table and my family, Roxanne, I don’t hit women, but I’ll sure as shit get you thrown out on your ass.”

  “Fuck you, you asshole,” she cries as she stomps across the bar on her spiked heels.

  “Wow,” I say.

  All eyes turn to me and I realize I probably said that a little louder than I meant to.

  Beau laughs, his palm resting on the back of my neck, rubbing soft circles against my skin. “Thank fuck for that,” he says, lifting his beer to Penn, who taps his glass against Beau’s

  “I’ll drink to that harpy not being the mother of my nieces and nephews,” Teddy laughs.

  “Amen,” Huck adds, tapping his glass to Teddy’s.

  “Are you okay, Penn?” I ask.

  “I’m fine. Good riddance to crazy fuck buddies,” he chuckles.

  The guys all raise their glasses, so I do too, toasting as they all praise Penn for getting rid of her.

  As I sit and watch, a thought crosses my mind. Will that be me someday? Will I go from having Beau’s undivided attention, to suddenly being the girl who won’t go away? Just imagining it makes my chest hurt. Roxanne was hurt, maybe a little insulted by Penn’s dismissal, but I’d be broken if Beau treated me like that. That’s what he’s done to me already and it’s only been a couple of days, imagine how destroyed I’ll be in a month’s time.

  “You okay?” Beau asks, his fingers tracing a line along my jaw.

  “Yeah, fine,” I tell him, bringing my beer to my lips and drinking so I don’t have to speak.

  The brothers all chat and I stay quiet, lost in my own thoughts. I like Beau, probably a little too much, and I know he likes me, at least enough to pursue me the way he’s been doing. But is the reward of enjoying being his right now worth all the heartache I’ll feel when he finds someone new to obsess over? I know that Beau’s not a monk, he sleeps with women, lots of women I’d guess, given how amazing he is at sex. But is this his MO? Does he find a woman he’s attracted to, then chase her until she allows him to consume her? Am I the first girl he’s behaved like this with or am I just the most recent in a long line of previous obsessions?

  Lost in my own doubts, I don’t notice the man with the clipboard approach the table until Beau is squeezing my nape to get my attention. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asks, smiling softly at me.

  “Sorry I was in a world of my own,” I reply, forcing a brittle smile to my lips.

  “Come on, it’s our turn.”

  “Our turn?” I ask.

  “Come on, Bonnie, you’re gonna love it,” Huck laughs.

  All the others are already out of the booth standing and waiting for us, so I shuffle after Beau, taking his hand when he reaches for me. He leads me through the warehouse and into what looks more like a barn than an industrial unit. The floor is covered in straw, and bales form walls that create a barrier between the people and what look like targets.

  The noise of metal on concrete startles me and my eyes follow the sound. That’s when I realize what the targets are for. “Axes,” I say.

  “Axe throwing, baby girl,” Beau says, grinning mischievously as he follows his brothers. He leads me to a sectioned off booth where a range of targets are set out, some closer, some much further away than the standard distance most people are throwing.

  “You’re a lumberjack, surely that gives you an unfair advantage,” I comment, noticing that most people are only just about hitting the target, and none seem to be getting the center circle.

  “That’s why we’re in this booth, where the targets are a bit more challenging,” Beau tells me.

  The guy with the clipboard gives us a brief safety talk, but he’s mainly talking to me as it’s obvious that the Barnett brothers are regulars.

  Cody steps up first, picking an axe, then stands with his legs shoulder width apart, pausing, then flinging the axe with so much force it rocks the closest target as it lands perfectly in the center circle. One by one the guys all throw, Teddy, Huck, and Beau all hitting dead center on the furthest targets, while the others all use the closer ones. When it’s my turn I stretch my neck from one side to the other, pick out an axe and step forward. I can feel Beau behind me, but he doesn’t do that typical guy thing where he shows me what to do, instead he just waits.

  Shuffling my feet apart a little, I try to copy the stance the guys all took. Eyeing the closest target, I inhale, exhale, and throw. “Woo-hoo,” I shout, throwing my fists into the air when the axe hits the target and sticks in the circle just outside of the center.

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Woo.”

  “Yeah, baby girl,” the guys holler at once, as Beau scoops me off the floor and into his arms, his lips descending to mine as he kisses me excitedly. “That was awesome,” he praises.

  By the time I’ve thrown the axe ten more times, my arms ache from throwing, and my cheeks ache from smiling so much. Not once did the guys treat me like a girl, they didn’t baby me, or talk down to me. They treated me like I was one of them. Bay was shit talking me, Huck threw me over his shoulder and spun me around, just li
ke he did Teddy when he hit the furthest target away, and Beau… Well Beau kept his hands on me, touching me in some way the entire night, like he wants to make sure that everyone knows I’m his.

  I don’t really know anything about how he behaved with the other women he’s had relationships with, but somehow, I don’t think it was like this. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe this is all just wishful thinking, but I think that maybe I mean more to him than they did.

  Excusing myself, I head for the bathroom, desperate to pee after four beers and an awful lot of jumping around. The ladies’ room is basic, but I use the toilet, and head for the sink to wash my hands. The door opens and in walks Amber Hammond, the last women Beau was apparently dating.

  “Bonnie,” she says coolly.

  “Hello Amber,” I reply, washing my hands quickly, then reaching for a paper towel to dry them.

  “Did I hear right? Are you here with the Barnetts?” she asks, a smirk etched across her lips.

  Amber’s closer to Beau’s age than mine, I’m not sure exactly how old she is, but definitely past thirty. She’s tall and curvy, with large breasts that I heard a rumor were fake, and enough makeup that she might well have applied it with a trowel instead of a brush. She’s still very pretty, but it’s a hard beauty.

  “Yeah that’s right, the guys are teaching me to throw axes,” I say, throwing my paper towel in the bin and heading for the door.

  “Oh, now I did hear a rumor about you being Beau’s girl of the moment. He’s a bit old for you isn’t he, sweetie?” she sneers. “I had my turn a few weeks back, but I wouldn’t mind taking another ride on the pony if you know what I mean,” she laughs.

  Smiling politely, I step forward, waiting for her to step aside.

  “A word of warning, don’t let him convince you it’s something more than it is. Beau’s a great catch, but he isn’t looking to be caught. He’s a fantastic fuck, Jesus the things that man can do with his dick,” she pauses, smiling to herself. “But he’s not for keeps, especially not for a sweet young thing like you.”

  She pats my cheek, then smiles down at me like I’m just the cutest, most pathetic thing she’s ever seen, and steps out of my way, crossing to one of the cubicles and going inside. A part of me wants to shout at her, to tell her that she’s wrong, that he does want to be caught. By me. But the problem is that I don’t know how true that would be. Because wasn’t I thinking the exact same thing earlier that she just obnoxiously warned me about? Wasn’t I thinking about how I was just the most recent conquest in a line of women that Beau’s slept with?