Page 64 of Five Mountain Daddies

“Hello,” she says, shaking myhand.

Ingram smiles tightly. He’s an older guy, about crazy Tommy’s age, with a balding head and a skinny frame. He turns to Amelia and gestures at her as she steps toward me, eyes locked on mine. “And this is the new President of Evans Energy, AmeliaEvans.”

I can tell she’s holding her breath as she reaches her hand out to shake mine. I stare at her for a second, maybe a beat too long, before I smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Evans,” Isay.

“Amelia,” she says softly. “Nice to meet you too,Samuel.”

I shake her hand, smiling, looking into her eyes. I let it go and step aside, introducing Roy toeveryone.

Introductions out of the way, we all sit down at the table and start talking. Ingram’s droning on and on about the upcoming contract, how he wants things to go smoothly, wants everyone to be happy, but the economy, blah blah blah. Laura Shane takes over when he’s done with his bullshit and talks about how important the coal industry is right now, how all eyes are on us, but I’m just notlistening.

I’m staring at Amelia. I can’t help myself. She keeps glancing at me, and each time she catches me looking, she blushes a little bit deeper. I know what she’s thinking. She’s picturing the way I made her feel just a couple weeksago.

I bet she’s been touching herself all week, closed up in that big house her daddy bought, touching that tight, delicious little pussy, thinking about the coal miner she fucked. I gave her a nice rough fuck too, probably made her feel better than any of her douche boyfriends ever did before. I won’t pretend like my cock hasn’t gotten hard every night just thinking about her sweet, tight body, how eager she was for my cock, how good it felt to come deep between her creamythighs.

“Samuel?” Roy’s voice pulls me from my reverie. “What do youthink?”

I hesitate a second. I didn’t hear what they were talking about, although everyone’s staring. I put on a serious face and nod. “Good,” I say, taking a shot in thedark.

Roy cringes and Amelia smiles. “They asked if you’d like to begin preliminarydiscussions.”

I frown a little. Damn, I should have just said yes. “Okay,” I say. “That would be good.” I think that might help cover it up a little bit, although the look on Ingram’s face isn’t exactlywelcoming.

Well, fuck him. These people are my enemies. I pay attention to the rest of the discussion now, and I don’t let myself get distracted by the memory of Amelia writhing up and down on my thickcock.

I can’t fuck this up. Sure, this job got passed along until it landed in my lap, a big fat fucking steamy turd, but it’s my job to do. And all the guys are going to depend on me. I know I can’t make everyone happy, and they’ll inevitably hate me no matter what I do, unless I manage to get some absurdly perfect contracts. That’s why nobody wants to do this shit job. I’ll be the bad guy, even if I manage to get a decent deal. It’ll never make everyonehappy.

Still, they’re depending on me, and I have to take this seriously. I can’t let my one-track mind fuck shit up. So I’ve got the boss’s pussy still on my lips, so what? I can negotiate with her, and I will. Or at least I’ll do my best, because that’s my fucking job, and I care about thesepeople.

I wasn’t lying about what I said to her back at the bar. I was just elected that night, and we were out celebrating. And when I told Amelia that I wanted to help people, I wasn’tkidding.

This town is shit. People’s lives here are hard, short, and often brutal. They depend on this mine, and the mine takes everything from them without question or hesitation. I’m the only thing standing in between them and an even worse, even more fucked up life. I want to help them, ease some of theirsuffering.

I’m fucked in all this. I know I can’t win, but I’ll do my best. And maybe in the process, I’ll get another taste of the boss’s tight cunt, and maybe that, plus the potential good I can do, maybe that’ll beenough.

3

Amelia

Of course it’shim.

When I heard that the new head of the miner’s union is the youngest guy in history, I just knew it’d be him. The way they were all looking at him that night, like he was the center of attention, someone special, I had a feeling something was up. I knew it would be him, but seeing him in that conference room still surprisedme.

It was the deep, ringing desire that flared up that really took me off-guard. I’ve never felt that way before, about anyone. I’ve had one-night stands before, mostly drunken stupid flings in the dorms, and I should be able to separate myself. I should be able to keep sex in one corner, and work inanother.

But I suddenly felt it all in that conference room. When he touched my hand and smiled at me, I could see what he was thinking about: my body, sliding up and down his thick cock, his hands on my hips, his lips against myneck.

He kept looking at me that whole meeting until they caught him off-guard. I thought he’d pack it in right then and there, but instead it just made him pay more attention. By the end, I was impressed with Samuel Carter, even if I still think he’s a cockyasshole.

I lean back against the toilet and sigh. All that just makes this so much harder. That meeting in the conference room was about a week ago, and my period’s late. I’m as regular as it gets, and even just a few days late means something’s wrong. Nearly a whole week means something is really, reallywrong.

And the positive pregnancy test lying on the floor in front of me isn’t helping with this huge stone of anxiety sitting on mychest.

I can’t even look at it. I get up and pace my bedroom anxiously. I don’t know why I’m staying in my old room, since the master room is technically mine now, but I can’t bring myself to move in there. My dad’s dead, died in some stupid fucking skydiving accident, and my mom’s been dead since I was little. This house, the one that used to seem so welcoming when my dad was raising me, now just seems empty and barren anddepressing.

I put my hand on my stomach reflexively, but pull it back. I can’t be fucking pregnant, not with that asshole’s baby. I run back into the bathroom and take another test, but it comes out positive again. I toss it on the floor next to the first one, and the pair stares up at me, physical proof of my utterly changedfuture.

I don’t know what to do. I leave the bathroom again and get dressed. It’s Saturday, and I can’t go into the office and try to drown out the voice in my head that’s screaming for me to run away. I’m the new president of a coal mining company, a business I barely know anything about. I’m practically relying on Ingram, my father’s old second in command, to run the whole thing for me while I slowly get up to speed. I never wanted any of this, but my father made sure the company would pass into my hands, and the board unanimously voted to make me president the day after he wasburied.

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