Mountain Man's Baby Surprise (A Mountain Man's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  His cock was big inside of me, bigger than it had been before, and I shivered. I loved it when he was inside of me. I had been a virgin for so long, but now that I had lost my virginity and fucked Luke, I couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  Luke slid in and out of me, sensually, slowly. He was torturing me again, making me want it hard and fast and denying me the pleasure. But it was pleasurable when he did it slowly, too. Everything he did was fantastic.

  After a while, as if he had enough of taking it slow, Luke picked up the pace. He fucked me harder and harder. My body rocked back and forth on the bed, my breasts jiggling with every stroke. My body was numb, and the first orgasm started at my core. I cried out as pleasure crashed over me in a wave. Luke pressed his lips against mine, his cock buried deep inside me and my body pinned beneath his as the orgasm racked my body.

  When Luke broke the kiss, I gasped for air.

  “Do you want to get on top of me?” Luke asked.

  I nodded. I wanted to do it all, try it all.

  Luke pulled out and rolled onto his back. I crawled to him and straddled his legs, but I faced away from him with my ass to him. I guided his cock to my entrance with my hand and sat down on him. I shuddered when he slid back into me, the angle different because I was backward on top of him. Luke groaned, his hands moving to my ass on his lower abdomen, and he squeezed my cheeks.

  I tested it, rocking back and forth. Luke groaned, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I rocked my hips harder and faster, leaning my hands on his thighs as I fucked him backward. I had read about reverse cowgirl, and I had always wanted to try it.

  Luke’s hand on my hips and ass encouraged me, and he helped me rock back and forth harder. I felt another orgasm build as I bucked my hips and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation. It was spectacular. But then, everything about Luke and us fucking was.

  It didn’t take long before I orgasmed again. Heat washed over my body and my insides clamped down on Luke’s dick. I cried out, curling forward as the orgasm rendered me useless. Luke held onto my ass as I orgasmed, lifting me slightly as he fucked me from beneath, pounding into me. It made my orgasm that much more intense. Luke shoved himself deep inside of me, and I felt as he pumped into me, releasing. Only when he did, did I realize he’d put on a condom again. It didn’t matter now but that he was so diligent and serious about being safe meant a lot to me. Even if it hadn’t helped.

  After we both orgasmed, I lifted myself off Luke’s dick. I was tender. I lay down next to him on the bed, and we lay side by side, breathing hard, trying to recover. I turned my head to him and he looked at me with drooping eyes and a lazy smile.

  “Have I told you how good you are in bed?” he asked.

  I blushed. I had no one to compare Luke to when we had sex, but I was sure he had a lot of people to compare me to. That he still thought I was amazing even though I had no experience was a great feeling.

  “Excuse me,” Luke said, and he rolled away, turning his back to me. I knew he was taking care of the condom, and I waited for him to come back. When he was done, he lay down on the bed with me, and I shifted until I was pressed tightly against him, my head on his chest. Luke wrapped his arm around me, and his heart beat against my cheek. I closed my eyes. Right here, with his arms around me, his lips pressed against my hair and the sound of his heartbeat in my ear, I was safe and happy.

  I wouldn’t mind this for the rest of my life, either.

  Chapter 24

  Luke

  I loud pounding on the door had me up in no time at all. I had been sleeping lightly all night, subconsciously staying alert.

  “What’s that?” Anna asked, awake now, too. I doubted she had been in a deep sleep, either.

  “Someone’s at the door,” I said.

  The pounding started up again and I jumped out of bed, pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt.

  “Oh, God. He found me,” Anna wailed.

  “I’ll handle it,” I said. “Stay here. Stay safe.”

  I walked to the front door. The pounding hadn’t stopped.

  “Open up the door!” a man shouted. “I know you’re in there.”

  Anna hadn’t stayed in the room as I had ordered. She had pulled on clothes as fast as I had and came to the front door with me.

  “Anna!” the voice shouted outside and there was no guessing who they were after, anymore.

  “We have to answer it,” Anna whispered. Her face was panicked, her eyes large, and I could see her pulse in her neck, her heart beating way too fast.

  “I’ll handle it,” I said again, but Anna wasn’t going to leave. She had let me take care of everything until this moment, but now she was adamant to stay by my side, even though it was dangerous. I didn’t understand it. Why was she getting involved when she had relied on me to take care of it until now?

  “Anna, why don’t you go wait in the room?” I asked.

  Anna shook her head. “I’m not going to make you take care of this. It’s my dad, my problem.”

  “This doesn’t make any sense. You were fine with me taking care of it all until now.”

  Anna had been emotionally unstable for a while now and even though I had understood it, it had been different than the woman I had gotten to know the first few days she was here. Now, she was being unpredictable. I was trying to look after her, and after she had been asking for exactly that all this time, she was making it hard for me to follow through.

  “Anna Giuliana Santora, open up this damn door, or I will break it down!” he shouted, and it was such a dad-thing to do, to use all Anna’s names to reprimand her. It took the edge off how dangerous the situation was. But Anna’s eyes widened when her dad spoke to her that way.

  “He’s pissed,” she said.

  I shook my head. “So, let me handle it,” I bit out. She was making it very hard for me to be a knight in shining armor when she wouldn’t let me save her. “Go back to the bedroom and stay there.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” Anna said.

  This was not the time for her to stand up and insist on equality.

  “I’m trying to do what you asked me to do,” I said. “You wanted me to help you out, to protect you. This is what I’m trying to do, but I can’t do it if you’re standing here next to me.”

  I was starting to get irritated. And I was acting like there was something I didn’t know, something more dangerous than she had let on. Well, if that was the case, I could handle myself just as well.

  “I’m going to tell you one last time, I’ll deal with that,” I said. I had vowed to take care of her, and no matter what, I was intent on following through. I wanted to take care of her, to make sure she was safe.

  I pushed past her and walked toward the mantelpiece where the rifle was mounted. I took it down and checked it, making sure I had ammunition.

  “What are you doing?” Anna asked. “You can’t shoot him!”

  “I’m keeping you safe,” I said.

  “No, Luke. He’s still my dad.”

  I groaned, exasperated. Anna was set on taking care of this herself no matter how scared she had been until now. She reached for the front door and opened it before I could protest.

  “It’s about time,” her dad said behind the door and stepped into the room.

  My body ran cold, and all I could do was stare.

  “What are you doing here, Dad?” she asked.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Anna’s dad, the person she had been running away from all this time, was none other than Frank Santora, the man I had been running from myself. How was this possible?

  Frank turned his head to me and his face twisted into a cross between a grin and a snarl.

  “Well, what a surprise to see you here, Luke?” Frank said. “We all thought you were dead.”

  That explained why no one had found me here. They hadn’t been looking. I had been hiding out for over a year, and it had all been in vain—I could have gone home and spent time
with my parents. I felt cheated.

  “You know him?” Anna asked me. “Why does he know who you are? What’s going on, Luke?”

  Frank laughed, and it was a horrible raspy sound from years of smoking. “He didn’t tell you, did he? No, he wouldn’t. Luke played his cards very close to his chest, so close that his loyalty belongs only to himself.”

  I shook my head, unable to adjust to what was happening.

  “What is he talking about, Luke?” Anna asked again.

  “I used to work for Frank,” I finally confessed. “I left when I realized I wasn’t living a life I wanted.”

  Anna’s mouth dropped open, and a look of pure betrayal crossed her face. Well, that was rich. I wasn’t the only one with a secret, but she wanted to look like I had betrayed her? What about the other way around? What about the fact that her dad was the very person that had made me flee for my life, that had taken everything I cared about away from me?

  “This is beautiful,” Frank laughed. “Neither of you told the other what you were doing here. And it turns out you’re both running from the same man. Pure poetry, if you ask me.”

  Frank was being a mocking asshole, and I was getting angry. Angry that Anna had lied to me, angry that I had been running for months but Frank hadn’t been looking for me, angry that I looked like an idiot. In my anger, I was quiet. I balled my fists, but I didn’t scream and shout. I didn’t make a scene.

  “I’ll deal with you, later,” Frank said to me before turning back to Anna. It was a threat. I was pretty sure he was going to kill me. Well, not if I got away again. “You’re coming home with me, right now. We’ve postponed plans for long enough.”

  “I’m not coming with you. I’m not marrying him, Dad,” Anna cried.

  Not marrying him? Where the fuck had this come from?

  “You’re engaged?” I asked incredulously. Everything Anna and I had shared threatened to crumble before me. I thought about all the moments we had had together and considering that she might have belonged to someone else all the time made me sick to my stomach.

  “Why are you running?” I added. “How can you do this to me?”

  Anna shook her head. “I’m not engaged to anyone. I’m not marrying anyone.”

  She directed the latter to her dad.

  “This is not open for discussion,” Frank said. “You’re coming with me, and you’re marrying Sam. End of story.”

  “Sam?” I asked. This was becoming more and more unbelievable. Sam was a shady son of a bitch, the type of man that I had hated from the start. “You’re marrying Sam?” I couldn’t picture the match. Anna and Sam would make the worst couple. He would try to dominate her completely, and Anna was too strong. She would fight him on it constantly. They would never be happy, and in the end, she would fade away.

  “It’s my dad’s idea,” Anna said, and she sounded like she was close to tears. “There is no way I’m going to marry Sam, Dad. I can’t do it. I won’t.”

  “You don’t have a choice,” Frank said.

  I was still trying to figure out how the hell this had happened—how did Anna know everyone I had known from my past. How was it possible that Frank’s daughter was such a stunning person? Why was Sam the lucky bastard that got to have the woman I had fallen for?

  “Anna,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I was confused. I was angry. I had no idea what I was feeling and seeing Anna, the woman I loved—and Frank, the man I hated—in the same room was a downright mind fuck.

  “Do you tell the person you just met every dirty little secret?” Anna asked. And she was right. I hadn’t exactly been truthful with her, either. I had kept secrets of my own. But this, the fact that our secrets were so closely intertwined, made everything that much worse.

  “I’m not coming with you,” Anna said again. “I’m not going to marry Sam. He wouldn’t want me anymore, anyway.”

  Anna looked at her dad defiantly, and Frank frowned.

  “He will take what I give him,” Frank said. God, he spoke about Anna as if she was something he could trade off. No wonder Anna was so unhappy. No wonder she had run away. I understood it. I understood Frank. I knew he was a fucker, but I had never thought he would be this heartless with his own daughter. I had heard he had a daughter and I had imagined he would treat her like gold. Turns out I’d been wrong.

  “He won’t have me. I’m secondhand goods, now.”

  Frank shook his head, confused. My stomach turned. If she was going to tell Frank we’d been fucking, I was going to die. There was only one thing worse than fucking with a mafia boss and that was fucking with his daughter. How the hell were we going to get through this one?

  “Anna, don’t,” I said.

  Anna looked at me and her face was apologetic. Her eyes welled with tears, and she squeezed them shut as if she was trying to swallow the tears and she had to focus to do it.

  “I’m pregnant, Dad,” Anna said.

  All the air sucked out of the room, and I couldn’t breathe. I had expected Anna to tell Frank that we had been sleeping together, that she wanted to be with me, that she didn’t want a part of that life anymore. God, I would have accepted anything along those lines. But the words that had come out of her mouth had hit me from left field, and I was left staggering.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Frank yelled.

  “I want to know, too,” I said. My body had gone numb.

  “You little tramp,” Frank snarled.

  “Don’t you talk to her like that,” I said, defending her even though I wasn’t sure why I was doing it. She had betrayed me as much as she had betrayed her dad, by the looks of things.

  “You!” Frank shouted, and he stormed toward me. Frank moved fast for a big guy, and he was in front of me in no time with a gun that he had whipped out of nowhere. He raised his hand and hit me on the head with the butt of the gun. A sharp pain shot through my temple, the edges of my vision blurred, and the last thing I heard was Anna scream before everything went black.

  Chapter 25

  Anna

  “Don’t you dare,” my dad warned when I rushed toward Luke’s lifeless body. My dad had hit him so hard I was worried for his life, but from where I stood I could see his chest rising and falling with his breathing. He wasn’t dead, thank God.

  “What do you think you’re doing!” I shouted, losing control. My dad had come here to torment me. I had been afraid he would hurt Luke, and it was exactly what he had done. At least he hadn’t killed him, which was what I had thought he would do; it was what I had thought he’d done.

  “You brought this on yourself, Anna,” my dad said. He had come into the cabin, and his presence was unwelcome. I hated that he was in the space I had come to call home over the past while, the space where I had felt safe.

  “Please, don’t do this, Dad,” I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my voice had gone hoarse. I sniveled and pleaded but my dad’s expression was like stone, and he would have nothing of it. Where had the times gone when he buckled when I cried and felt bad about what he was doing to me? He didn’t seem to care now, at all.

  I glanced at Luke who was still on the floor, body twisted, eyes closed. His eyes were starting to swell up, blood pouring from his temple.

  “I ran away because you do this to me. Because you decide who I should be, and you don’t care how I feel.”

  “I’m doing what’s best for you,” he said.

  “No, you’re doing what’s best for you.”

  He glared at me. “You’re a spoiled brat. Did you think acting out like this, running away and having a little temper tantrum, was going to change my mind?”

  I cried harder. “I wish you weren’t my dad,” I said. “I wish I could get away from you. I’ve always hated what you do, hated the life you built. And you won’t even let me leave it behind. You want to trap me in it forever.”

  My dad looked almost bored with the conversation. I was struggling to bre
athe, my throat was sore from crying so much, and my head ached.

  “This is what we do, Anna,” he said. “We’re family. We do for family. We stick together.”

  “If this is your definition of loyalty, no wonder your men are so fucked up.” I sneered. “This is not ‘doing for family.’ This is wrong.”’

  My dad sighed.

  “You don’t care about me,” I carried on. “The only thing you’ve ever cared about was your reputation, what your men think of you. You’d rather hurt people than be compassionate.”

  My dad rolled his eyes. “Enough with this shit,” he said. “You know what we stand for. You grew up with us. You know I care about you. I’m trying to give you a good life.”

  I shook my head. “You may think you stand for loyalty and honor and all those big words, but you don’t understand what they mean anymore.” I hiccupped, sobs racking my body. “All you do now is hurt people and call it a code. And if you really did care about me, you wouldn’t marry me off to a pig.”

  My dad narrowed his eyes at me. “Sam is my right-hand man. It’s an honor.”

  “An honor for him to marry the big boss’s daughter, not an honor to me. I don’t care about the son of a bitch.”

  My dad lifted his hand like he was going to give me a backhand. The rage on his face was intense. Once upon a time, I would have cowered away. I had learned very early on what that hand felt like, and I had done everything in my power for him never to hit me like that again. Now, I was over trying to please him. All it had done was bring me misery.

  “Go on,” I said, jutting my chin out and standing my ground. I wasn’t crying anymore. I had finally managed to swallow my tears. This was where I put my foot down, where I stopped bowing down to my father. “Hit me,” I said. “What are you waiting for? Hit your pregnant daughter. Then your reputation will be complete.”

  My dad lowered his hand slowly. I couldn’t tell the expression on his face, something between anger and frustration.

  “You better watch your mouth,” he threatened.