Claimed by Her Mountain Man: A Steamy Mountain Man Friends to Lovers Romance (Her Savage Mountain Men Book 2) Read online

  Claimed by Her Mountain Man

  Her Savage Mountain Men, Book Two

  PENELOPE WYLDE

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Em Petrova

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  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Her Savage Mountain Man: Chapter 1

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  About Penelope

  I'm all for weekend flings and having a good time. I'm the town's playboy and settling down really isn't my thing. I'm way too rough around the edges for picket fences and happily-ever-afters.

  Until I lay eyes on Savage Ridge's new gorgeous and sassy wildlife vet. I’ve never been so hard in my life.

  Remy's delicate hands and talented tongue have a wicked way of convincing me to do bad things in the back mountains of Alaska. Worse, the second I touch all that creamy, sun-kissed skin and tempting curves all I want to do is claim my mountain bride.

  But nothing is ever that easy.

  While she works to discover what is making the local wildlife sick, we stumble upon something we were never meant to find and I catch a bullet for our troubles.

  Before I can claim Remy, I'm forced to fight to keep what's mine.

  There's one thing the trespasser on my mountain does not know about me. I'm a Savage mountain man and I'll move hell itself to protect what's mine.

  Author's Naughty Note: He's a playboy and she's the sweet, not-so-innocent doctor with a healing touch. You know he's going to fall for her and it's going to be panty-melting HOT watching this Savage mountain man claim his bride. Everyone loves a mountain man and the Savage boys won't disappoint! As always with a Penelope Wylde book, this one is safe with a HEA & NO CHEATING!

  All books in the Savage Mountain Men series can be read as a stand-alones.

  Chapter One

  Ethan Savage played a dangerous game. Flirting with disaster was about to leave him backed into a corner and facing a large brick wall he’d never escape over if he wasn’t careful. How could he consign himself to such a fate? Shackle himself to something neither of them wanted?

  Yet here he was. Balls deep and ready to claim the one woman who makes him—the man who professed to never want a family or roots—want fucking forever.

  He took another look at the beauty beneath him and the strings around his heart tightened.

  As the snow melted, spring faded into summer and along with it came Alaska’s midnight sun. Endless daylight. And what felt like endless hours on hand to fill with learning every single thing that made the new town doctor to climax around his thick shaft. Not to mention on his tongue.

  Buzzing in his mind grew louder and drowned out everything but the woman spread out in front of him pushing the boundaries of his control.

  Damn her. Why did she have to be so damn tempting? Never in his life had he ever lost control with a simple smile.

  Hadn’t he promised himself he’d never let anyone close to him?

  Whatever had his guts tied into matted knots made it hard to breathe the second her delicate body slid beneath him.

  God help them both. Three days in the backwoods with no interruptions will leave no part of her untouched by him.

  He trailed a single finger over the blackened ink swirls of vines and flowers that decorated the smooth skin from her right thigh all the way up to grace the soft skin of her waist. He swore he could feel sparks shimmer where his skin met her supple curves. Buried desires to have such a strong connection to someone stirred. Connections he had not felt since the death of his twin.

  He pulled back as if the ink of her tattoo had magical powers reaching out to twine around him. Not possible, he knew, but still. What he felt didn’t seem natural. A man could lust and enjoy the delicacies of a woman without forming connections.

  At least that is what he believed before having a taste of his sweet Remy.

  His?

  Every half hour, like a playlist on repeat in his head, he reminded himself it was nothing more than a fling. She didn’t belong to him.

  But she was on his mountain and that did make her his.

  His cock pulsed deep inside her core and the walls of her pussy clamped down around his thickness, causing them both to moan.

  He palms her ass cheeks, letting each of his fingers sink into the delicious skin. She was soft and warm in his hands and wet wrapped around his dick. “Do that again and I might have to spank this sweet ass,” he teased in a low voice.

  Her breathing came rough, and he soothed her by rubbing his hands the length of her elegant back.

  Three more torturous, heavenly days and they parted ways. Their time together would be over.

  How many times could he make her reach her peak in seventy-two hours? Would she forget him once she left Savage Ridge?

  It was possible, but not likely. They fit together too well for her to forget the way he made her body shiver. His fingers played with the curling ends of her hair. He had to admit. He would never be able to forget her.

  But, come three days’ time, she returned to her world and he stayed in his. Playboy Ethan didn’t pine, damn it. He smiled to himself, but he would make damn sure she did.

  Darkness played at the contours of her heart-shaped face pressed into the pillows, and long shadows stretched across the room, barely brushing her golden skin.

  The scent of fresh sea air and warm sunshine played along his senses. Some would argue sunshine didn’t smell. A fucking lie. It smelled like happiness, hope, and a helluva a lot of trouble he didn’t need.

  He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, working his fingers into the delicate flesh above her hips.

  Remy moaned beneath him and sashayed her hips, driving his cock deeper.

  The soft, feminine sound reached into his chest and pulled on invisible threads anchoring his heart—good thing too because it lurched in his chest.

  A deep growl rumbled up the back of his throat.

  Using only the tips of his fingers, Ethan grazed a path up the backs of her thighs, over the naked arch of her ass and paused when she shuddered from his touch.

  “Beautiful,” he rasped. Her husky breaths told him everything he needed to know.

  He slipped out of her until the tip of his dick sat at her entrance and slowly as to feel the way h
er pussy took all of him, he sank back in.

  Did she feel the connection between them forming as well?

  She moaned a feminine sigh and he licked his lips, hungry to eat up her delicious gasps and moans.

  Like hell he could though. One brush of her lips on his, the way he felt right now, and he’d be slinging her over his shoulder and finding the nearest priest. He’d already lost too much in one lifetime.

  Ethan pushed the images aside and ignored the vein in his neck as it pulsed in time with his aching shaft. Gritting down hard, he rode out the wave cutting off his air until he had control over himself.

  Every inhalation of her lavender-scented lotion, or whatever she used to get into his head, converted his blood to fire. Oh yeah, she knew what she did to his head.

  What he felt would pass the second she was off his mountain.

  Any red-blooded man who had this raven-haired beauty beneath him would not be able to resist her sweet moans any more than he could.

  “Ethan!” She moved against him, her hoarse, lust-filled cry a plea for him to move faster, but he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. But it was hard to ignore the ripple of her soft velvety channel dripping with her lust for more.

  It was more than the moans, though. More than how her curves molded into him.

  It was her eyes. He’d had handfuls of women, but none of them made him suffer like Remy Dalton and her sapphire gaze.

  The way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice tied him in knots for hours. One flick of her gaze his way shot his blood to a boiling point and made his cock so hard he either had to have her right then or stroke one-off.

  Every. Single. Time.

  He hated her for it, yet loved her even more. But he stuffed it so damn deep in his mind it made him question his sanity.

  Fierce need clawed deep in his gut and he rested his forehead on her delicate shoulder. His cock pulsed and his balls drew up tight with the need to pump his cum deep inside her.

  He gripped her hips and drove in, hard and fast. The raged whimper Remy gave drove him to do it again.

  Remy was his. For now. It was enough. Had to be. And God, those sweet sighs he lifted from her lips made the impossible seem like his next greatest idea.

  He needed to strip it down to what it really was between them.

  Mind-blowing sex.

  And what it wasn’t.

  Love.

  He’d be safer that way.

  Pale Alaskan golden midnight sunlight trickled in from the large window above their heads and fanned across her skin as if Mother Nature wanted to touch the rare beauty of Remy Dalton, too. His favorite time of the year, when the sun refused to sleep.

  Triple panes of glass took up most of the wall instead of a headboard. He preferred the view of his family’s vast land. It also proved a challenge when tying up his willing beauty. The white knit scarf that adorned her wrists provided a contrast to her honey-toned skin.

  When he’d built the cabin on the back part of the Savage family land, he’d wanted to see the beauty outside. Now he couldn’t take his eyes off the treasure it held on this side of the glass.

  The way the soft beams kissed the long locks of her hair, stroked along her sinuous back and dipped between her parted thighs made his cock harder and hungrier.

  He slipped from her warm core and with one hand at the base, he dragged the engorged tip through the wet slit of her entrance.

  “I love the way you look when you lose all control.” He envisioned heaven as he watched her warm body accept his full length one more time.

  She inhaled on a gasp and let out a slow, throaty moan. “You seem to like taking it from me.” Sharp nails he loved scraping across his skin now dug into the discarded pillows adorning the head of the bed. Anything within reach fell prey to her tight clutch.

  Pulling out, he leaned over her delicate body, stroked the length of her spine with the rough pad of his thumb and took pride in how she arched beneath his touch as his hand slipped between her cheeks to replace his cock.

  He stroked his thumb over the tiny nub between her swollen pussy lips. She raised just enough off the bed for him to see her hardened nipples to peek out from the white sheets.

  Fuck, she was so damn beautiful and ripe.

  He stroked her again this time teasing her back entrance at the same time.

  “Argh, Ethan! You’re the devil in human flesh.”

  She sounded agonized and his lips peeled back with a devilish grin. Remy pushed back into his waiting hand, her words muffled by the pillows propping her up as he worked to prove her right.

  “Now, don’t be modest. You like my wicked side just a little bit, don’t you?” Gently, he parted her flared folds and teased her entrance as he showered small kisses along her bare shoulder. The scarlet scarf holding back her sight looked sinful playing in the long strands of her loose hair. If he was the devil, she was his forbidden angel.

  Braced on an elbow, he leaned over her, a move that had his cock nestled in the crease of her ass. “What have you done to me, Remy?” he husked next to her ear.

  Before she could answer the question he really didn’t want an answer to, Ethan dragged in a lungful of her scent and slid first one finger, then a second, into her dripping wet pussy, seeking the tight bundle of nerves hidden deep within.

  In the last few weeks they’d spent together he’d learned what she loved, but more importantly what her body craved. How it responded to a slow, steady teasing. The flush of excitement that swept down her back like wildfire and spread across her ass let him know how much he affected her.

  What she couldn’t know was how much she affected him.

  Her channel clenched around his fingers and he slowed his rhythm. Warm, silky juices dripped out to wet his fingers and her thighs. Harsh moans met his ears. He flicked the small nub of nerves between her folds that had her trembling under his touch. He smiled against her shoulder and stroked his fingers back, lightly over her rear entrance between her parted cheeks.

  She gasped and turned her head to the side. Those parted lips of hers a shy inch from his hungry mouth. “You don’t play fair.” Pouty lips and flushed cheeks were quickly becoming his downfall.

  “Mmm. Never have. You already know that, though.”

  He brushed his mouth against hers but pulled back before she could turn his teasing taste against him. It was hard enough holding on as it was.

  “But neither do you because I’m not the one that packed an ungodly amount of scarves for a weekend mountain trip.” He tossed a glance at the suitcase perched on the end of the dresser. “What could one woman need with all that if not looking for a little foreplay?” he mouthed against the slight dip in her lower back.

  Every time they fell between the sheets he courted the danger of losing himself to her.

  “When you blush it reminds me of sunsets in the summertime over Esme’s Point. A mix of sherbet and cherries. Makes me hungry.” He nibbled his way up from her lower back.

  Not that she could see how beautiful she looked all tied up and at his mercy, but every time she wiggled her ass his heart damn near tumbled out of his chest to lie at her feet, at her mercy. He’d never felt that over a woman before, but there were many things Remy had been the first with.

  He slipped the scarf from her eyes.

  “I like scarves, that’s all.” Her eyes, still dreamy from the sleep he woke her from earlier, slowly opened.

  “Liar,” he countered as he tugged at the knots holding her wrists bound. With his free hand, Ethan gathered her hands and moved them to the top of the pillows while bringing her legs in closer to her chest. With her plump, rounded ass pressed back against his thighs, she parted for him willingly.

  She countered, “So what if I am?”

  “Don’t move, sweetheart.” Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I could stretch out your—”

  “—torture session. Ethan!” She cut in, wiggling her ass.

  He smiled at the desperation in
her tone.

  “Serves you right for last night.” He stroked his fingers deep into the warm slickness of her channel while pressing his thumb against her swollen clit. Ethan leaned in and started working her faster. Harder until her core tightened around his fingers, rippling with the beginnings of her climax. “Not so fast, lover,” he teased and slowed, holding back her orgasm.

  When she regained her breath, Remy continued if a little shaky, “But you loved me drizzled in caramel.”

  Loved it? One taste of the sweet delicacy of her skin and he could not stop until he had her screaming his name. Several times over. She almost made him cave and spill his seed into her and he couldn’t have that.

  He’d stepped out five minutes last night after a light dinner to secure the trash and returned to find her laid bare and dessert on her. Literally.

  She skipped the ice cream they’d brought and went straight to drizzling the warm caramel over the peaks of her breast and down the soft planes of her stomach that led him to the real dessert. After she deemed he’d had enough, she took her turn and coated his dick with the sticky stuff. When those pouty pink lips of hers parted over his engorged width, he lost all sense of reason.

  “Now, I get to return the favor.” He nipped at her shoulder then lavished the skin with kisses.

  “You said you had a craving for something sweet. I was only trying to help.” Despite being spread wide for him like a sex goddess, she looked the picture of innocence lying before him with her lips pulled between her teeth.

  He chuckled. “You failed to tell me just how much you love that stuff.”

  “I do like it on everything. Especially hard cocks.”

  Another wave of red hit her cheeks at the dirty talk. God, he could devour her night and day.

  This was not love. He knew what that looked like and it was nothing close to the fling he and Remy shared. No, this was only lust.

  With a hand around her waist, he flipped her over to land in the soft bedding. Having her ass up in the air affected his senses.

  She draped her arms around his neck. He let loose a chest-deep growl and pressed their combined weight into the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you until all you know is my name and the way I make you feel as you reach your end. God, Remy, stop looking at me like that.”