by Rye Hart
“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 was 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 constructi
on 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 wrung 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.
“That’s got to be the inspector.” I turned toward Barney, giving a warning glare. “You let me do the talking. It’s my shop, remember.” Barney had a way of shooting his mouth off and I really needed to pass inspection. I was so glad I’d gotten the windows cleaned and everything was officially scrubbed up and ready for the grand opening, bright and early on Monday - as long as I passed this inspection.
The man got out and made his introductions and I showed him inside. He went over the check list of my requirements and all was going well at first, until we came to the kitchen.
“Your floor drain is capped. That will have to be opened up. And I see you don’t have the extra sink. That’s a requirement. Your freezers are not up to temp and your overhead light will need to be replaced with a proper cover. When is your grand opening planned?” The man was all business and quite intimidating.
“Monday, but I was going to bake and prep over the weekend.” My heart sank. I’d waited all week for this man to come and he’d arrived so last minute that now I wouldn’t have much time to fix anything - much less install a sink with new plumbing.
The man walked around looking at the rest of the shop. “You’ve done a lot of work. The best I can do is come back on Sunday to give you my approval. I know it seems like a lot of work, but you’ve got time. I’ve seen miracles before.” He handed me a piece of paper and hurried out.
Angie and Barney, who’d waited outside came in once he left. Angie met my eyes and offered a hug of support. “How bad was it?”
I pulled away and showed her the paper. “It could have been worse I guess. The biggest thing was the sink. I have to have a separate one for hand washing, and it has to be installed by Sunday when he comes back.” I wasn’t worried about the cap over the drain or the stupid light, and the freezer hadn’t had enough time to reach its proper temp, but it would. Even the sink wouldn’t be so bad if I had the money to deal with it.
I swallowed a hard lump that had formed in my throat. “I’m running out of money. I’ll have to close shop before it even opens.”
“Get a loan.” Barney shrugged like his suggestion was the answer to everything and my sister seemed to agree.
“I’m sure the sink won’t be too much. There’s still time to go down to the bank if you want to. I’ll ride with you and Barney can stay here.” She nudged her husband who nodded.
“There’s one problem. I’ve already tried to get a loan and was denied.” I was ashamed to admit it, but my ex had ruined my credit before our nasty break up.
Angie’s eyes narrowed with anger. “Why would they refuse you?”
The last thing I wanted to do was relive my last miserable relationship, but I could tell that Angie expected an answer. “Darrel stopped paying on the motorcycle.”
“Darrel? That loser, really?” Angie wasn’t helping my mood. “Why would it matter if he defaulted on his loan, you two were not married.”
“I signed for him. It was in my name.”
Angie threw her arms up and turned away from me to pace the room. “How could you let that happen? You’re the older sister, the wiser one, right? Did our parent’s troubles not teach you anything?” Our parents’ financial issues caused lasting damage to our family.
“I know, I’m stupid, okay. Reminding me of that now isn’t going to help things, especially since the stupid bike shop he bought the thing from is right next door.” I said with defeat.
“That’s the same shop he bought it from? Wow.” Barney scratched his neck and shook his head, as if he were speech
less for the first time in his life.
“I’ve looked all over for other options, but this was the only one I could afford. So now every time I hear those bikes, I can think of the worst decision of my life. Happy?”
Angie stopped her pacing. “Enough, you two.” She took a deep breath and then turned to face me. “How much do you have for the sink?”
“I have the money, but it’s all I have. If I don’t make enough opening week I might not last a month. That money was my safety net.”
“A sink can’t be that much.” Barney stared at his feet which were too hairy for the flip flops he wore.
“Do you know how to install a sink, Barney?” I knew the answer to that so I didn’t wait on his reply. “Do you know how much it will cost for labor?”
“Well, we’ll help if we have to.” My sister’s reluctant tone told me they really didn’t have it either.
“No, It’s my shop, so I’ll figure it out. I want to do this on my own.” After my last relationship, where I’d made every damn financial decision with Darrel’s approval, it was time to stand on my own two feet.
I could see the relief on my sister’s face. “Well, let us know if we can help.”
I took a deep breath and tried to focus. “I still have the drain and a light fixture to worry about if you two think you’re up for it. I’ll get on the phone and call around. Surely someone will come install a sink on a Saturday.”
“For the right price,” said Barney. My sister nudged him and gave me an apologetic look.
Barney left the room and went out back towards the dumpsters to mill around and my sister apologized again for him. “He means well.”
“I know. That really rubbed me about the location though. It’s not like I didn’t try to do better.” I glanced out the window to see the bike shop next door and Angie walked up beside me. Her arm fell around my shoulders and she leaned in to get a good look at the place.