Deep in the Mountains: A Mountain Man Romance (Baby Fever Book 5)
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As if I’d spoken the magic words, it came flooding back to me in a torrent.
I was on my knees, his nakedness flaunting itself boldly in front of my face without shame. I wanted to taste him so badly but I was seeing double. God, I was drunk. Was he as drunk as me? Or was he drunk at all?
I hadn’t been paying attention to anything but the curve of his lips, the timbre of his voice and the way his eyes bored into mine. Suddenly, all I could think was how much I wanted that huge, swollen cock inside me, filling every inch of my core.
Even as I thought it, I felt a drip out from my panties and make its way down my thigh. I grabbed him and slid him fully into my mouth. Into my throat I felt him, my cheeks closing around to suction him tightly and I choked on him slightly.
He let out a low groan, gently forcing my head forward until his sack touched my chin.
It was becoming difficult to breathe but I felt him growing harder, bigger and fuller inside my mouth.
“Ah fuck, Kitten!” he moaned. “You’re going to make me blow.”
The words excited me and suddenly I was bobbing against him, willing him to cum for me but without warning, I was pushed backward and pinned to the ground mercilessly. His cock jabbed at my upper thigh and his own juices were already dripping for me.
Two palms found the backs of my knees and I was spread apart, my eyes fixed on his. Our gazes locked, the thrust of his engorged unit so close, just a thin layer of lace between us.
To my shock, he plunged forward, his fingers gripping my legs so tightly, I was sure there would be bruises. I heard the rip of my underwear as the head of his cock fought its way toward my slick middle. I’d never had anyone do that before!
He was huge and I was throbbing, pulsating against him. I didn’t think he would fit but slowly, deeply, he made it happen and I screamed with pleasure when the entire ten inches filled me into my abdomen.
I clenched around him, feeling him rise further and my fingers dug into the muscled blades of his shoulders.
Again I cried out but now he was not being soft but hard and primitive, jabbing into me as if he could wait no longer. It took four slides before my own climax mounted and I spilled onto him in a gush of warmth, tears rolling down my cheeks but my release was met with his.
In hot spurts of lava, his seed filled me, overflowing and joining in mine in a mess of sweat and fluid.
My eyes flew open and I sat up, sweat touching my forehead. I didn’t have to double check. I could smell my own wetness through the boxers I had gone to bed in. I was aroused and confused.
Had he really been real?
For weeks I had convinced myself that none of it was real, that I had wasted my expense paid trip to Vegas on binge-drinking and being pathetic and that I had concocted the sexy dark-haired stranger as a way to alleviate that guilt.
But if I was pregnant, there was only one possibility as to who the father could be—the mystery man from Vegas.
I threw my legs over the side of the mattress and scrounged around for my work uniform. I was going in early.
God, I needed to do laundry. How did it all pile up so fast?
There were benefits to working in a box store. Not a lot but once in a blue moon, it came in handy that everything I could be found within the walls of Sav-A-Bunch.
Things like flu medicine.
And pregnancy tests.
I got dressed without turning on the lights. I didn’t even bother to check my reflection in the mirror because my looks were the least of my concern at that moment.
Slamming out of the apartment, I bolted down the stairs as fast as my legs would take me. Another bout of dizziness threatened me at the bottom of the stairs and I had to remind myself to take it easy.
Either I was sick or carrying a kid. In both cases, I would need to watch it with overextending myself.
I paused to catch my breath and when I was confident that the vertigo had passed, I continued into the parking lot where my second-hand Ford Fusion sat inconspicuously.
There was no traffic at that hour and aside from the usual suspects loitering around selling something unsavory on the corners, I was virtually alone on the streets.
I made my way to work in ten minutes and with trembling hands, I let myself inside.
The cleaning staff had already deactivated the alarm and one guy still lingered near the employee entrance as if wanting to get every last second on his punch card.
He looked at me shamefully when I appeared and I’m sure my expression told the same story.
We both had something to hide which made us allies.
I gave him a brief, sheepish grin.
“Morning,” I offered.
“Hola,” he replied and we both parted ways from there.
Some of the lights were on but I didn’t need a stage light to guide my way to the pharmacy section of the store. I’d been an employee there for five years. I knew my way to every section in the dark and blindfolded.
I grabbed the first box I saw, not bothering to check its price or accuracy. There were two tests in the box and surely two tests couldn’t be wrong.
I’d pay for it later when the registers opened and no one would notice a charge like that at 4 o’clock in the morning.
In seconds I was in the bathroom, huddled in a stall and of course I had stage fright. It took me several minutes of talking nicely to my bladder to instigate any movement and finally, I managed to do what I had to do.
Waiting was the worst part. Two minutes felt like two hours. I kept expecting Christine to burst through the bathroom door and yell, “I know what you’re doing in there, Kennedy! Everyone knows!”
In my mind’s eye, she pinned a scarlet letter on me or walked me through the store naked, chanting, “Shame!” while customers threw produce at me.
But the guilty mind always thinks things like that…I guess. I’ve never been one to have a twisted conscience.
What do you even have to feel guilty about? You did nothing wrong…except get drunk and forget who you slept with. It happens on Maury every damn day!
My pep talks weren’t helping and I wondered who I could call on to walk me through this but there was no one. No family, no friends. No one but Belle who would likely just tell the entire store and hassle me until I told her the entire sordid story.
I clung to the fact that I still felt feverish. That had to be a sign that I just had the flu, didn’t it? Morning sickness didn’t come with fever, did it? I had no idea. Outside of biology and health classes, I knew very little about pregnancy.
In my twenty-five years on earth, I’d never had a pregnancy scare. Of course, I’d only ever been with three men—well, four if Vegas guy was not a figment of my imagination.
I’d never considered myself an overly sexual person and it had probably led to the demise of my relationships. If I had the choice between watching a movie or having sex, I would have always picked the movie.
Although the way you acted in Vegas was highly sexual, wouldn’t you say?
Was it the booze? The atmosphere? The guy?
Probably a combination of the three. I thought about how the mere idea of that man sent shocks of warmth through me. I’d never felt that way about any of my exes. With them, sex had been a chore, something I did to keep the relationship going. I’d certainly never instigated it the way I had with Vegas guy.
I realized I’d been lost in thought for a while and I dare to look down at the plastic stick in my hand.
Two lines.
I was pregnant.
But I was Kennedy Christensen. I wasn’t going to take the word of one piece of plastic made in China. No, I needed two pieces of plastic made in China for confirmation. Shit, I might even need four pieces of plastic made in China. Or maybe I just wasn’t ever going to accept it.
I didn’t know why I even bothered. I knew in my heart what it was going to say but I was nothing if not thorough.
The second test told the same story as the first.
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p; I sank back against the cold tile wall and tried to evaluate what I’d just learned.
It defied logic that me of all people would find herself in such a position.
I was boring, poor, methodical.
You can’t be that methodical, I thought, sitting straight, my face paling as the severity of the situation came crashing down around my head. I don’t even know my baby daddy’s first name. Isn’t that kinda the first rule of being organized? Know who the players are?
That time, I was expecting the vomit when it came.
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