Page 62 of Mountain Man Daddy

“Yeah, and don’t be gentle,” Mike said, making Riley chuckle and pull out his cuffs.

“Ladder’s in the bedroom,” Avery said before Mike covered her lips with his again for a long, hot kiss. His lips explored hers, and his tongue mated with her mouth. She was nothing but mush in his arms, her body a quivering, needy, one-minded thing.

She was relishing in the feel of his beard against the skin of her neck when Riley spoke.

“Don’t let us interrupt you.” They both looked up to see him shoving a handcuffed Alex toward the door. “If you can unlock your lips long enough, can you come in tomorrow for statements?”

“Hang on,” Mike said, rising from the sofa. He walked up to Alex, swung and cracked his fist into his nose. “As promised—broken bones. Now get the hell off our mountain,” Mike said gruffly. He pulled Avery up off the couch, keeping her eyes pinned with his and holding her hands tightly. “I’m taking my woman back to our bed, where she belongs. We’ll be in tomorrow. Make sure that fucker sleeps on cement tonight, would ya?”

“You bet.”

When the door shut, Mike’s look turned feral, and Avery’s insides felt like jelly.

“We have something to take care of now, don’t we, little girl?”

She stepped back and squeaked.

“Now? But you just got home, and I want to…” He stopped her with one arched brow and a finger to her chin. “Avery?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“I need to know one thing.”

“What?”

“Can you leave it all behind? Really? The money, the lifestyle, the material things?”

“I only need you.” Her statement was sure, but then she cocked her head. “Although, I may occasionally fantasize about a real tub.”

“I’ll make you one. A wood-fired outdoor tub, fully Mountain Man Daddy approved, no electricity necessary. I’m also going to take you away. Anywhere you desire, honey. And right after that, we’re going to figure out this fake marriage shit so I can drag you to town and make you a Yukon Jill officially.”

“You mean it?” Her eyes welled. “You want me to stay?”

“Damn right I do, but first two things need to happen.” He released one of her hands to hold up a finger. “One, we get the asshole locked up for good. Whatever that takes.” He held up a second finger. “Two, I give you the spanking you so desperately needand deserveright now.”

Avery’s eyes widened, but then she relaxed. She did need one and deserved it, too. She couldn’t wait. Yes, his spankings hurt, but that feeling of helplessness was damn sexy, and submitting to him left her totally relaxed and at peace. There was something completely illogical about it, but she didn’t care.

“Yes, Daddy.” She pressed her lips together nervously.

“That’s my good girl.” He led her to the bedroom. “When I’m finished teaching you to talk to me and stay put instead of running, I’m going to keep you in my bed all day. You know that, right?”

“I’ve spent most of the time I’ve known you in a damn bed, Daddy.” She groaned.

“Yeah, but this time there won’t be any resting going on.” He wiggled his brows over his shoulder at her, and she giggled.

“Well, in that case, it sounds perfect.”

He half smiled, flopped on the bed, and yanked her over his lap. She squealed but felt safely tucked against him the instant she landed. He lowered the flap of the long johns, and she shivered at the chill against her bottom. His hand made quick work of warming her though. In fact, her whole body heated, but the continuous, relentless, meaty spanks had her desire on hold.

“Ow, okay! Daddy! Please, are we done?”

“Did you honestly think after I already spanked you twice for running away that I’d let you off with just a little hand spanking?” He chuckled. “You’re going to learn this lesson, honey, the hard way.” He stopped and patted her lower back. “Up you get, little girl.” Her hair was tangled, and her cheeks felt flushed. He eyed her, and her chest fluttered because the love she had for him was complete and all-encompassing. He slowly unbuttoned the one-piece but kept his eyes on hers. Her panting breathing slowed, but when he peeled the material down her shoulders again, her respirations increased.

“Step out.” She obeyed, and he tossed the garment onto the floor. “Now, young lady, we try this.” He leaned forward and opened the drawer she had snooped in so long ago. He pulled out the handmade paddle he’d been working on in the shed. Her eyes darted from it to him, and her throat went dry.

“My belt didn’t do the trick, but I think this will.” He smacked it off his palm and grimaced. “If this doesn’t work, nothing will.” She started gnawing on her lip. He patted his knee. “Let’s go. Back over, little girl.” She hesitated, but when his chin dipped low, she quickly placed herself across his knee.

“Daddy? I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”

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