Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter (A Mountain Man's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  I orgasmed another time. I loved how Laird managed to draw the orgasms out of me one after the other. Sex with Laird was beyond satisfying.

  Laird rammed into me harder and faster, and it drew out my orgasm. My pussy became sensitive and tight, gripping his cock, but Laird kept going. It was the best sex I had ever had. I had never been fucked like this. I didn’t know if I orgasmed again and again, or continuously but it was a blur of pleasure, and suddenly, Laird shoved himself deep into me and came, too.

  He pumped and spasmed and emptied himself inside of me, and we cried out together.

  Afterward, we collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, basking in the afterglow of our sex. I thanked God for big men and stamina because that had been fucking mind-blowing.

  When I had caught my breath, Laird leaned over and kissed me.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said and got up, walking toward the bedroom door. His cock was softening, bobbing up and down and glistening with our sex, and I smiled. He was perfectly at ease with being naked and he had every reason to be. He was a perfect specimen, drop dead gorgeous.

  I listened as Laird rummaged around the kitchen. A short while later, he came back with a tray of food. Crackers, fruit, a sandwich and fruit juice on a tray.

  “Is this fuel for round two?” I asked with a smile. I remembered full well what we had done when I’d been here last. Laird chuckled and sat down on the bed, putting the tray on my lap. He was still naked, and he seemed quite happy to stay that way.

  “This looks great,” I said. I realized I was hungry. Hungrier than usual. Good sex would do that to a woman. Being pregnant would do that, too.

  I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It was a ham and cheese sandwich, and it tasted like heaven. This was exactly what I had needed after good sex – a man that took care of me by feeding me delicious food.

  Chapter 12

  Laird

  I sat down on the bed naked and noticed Fiona staring. She was trying not to make it obvious, but it was, and I laughed. I had never had a problem with nakedness. I felt comfortable in my skin; I knew I looked good. I worked hard enough to be in good shape, and after we had fucked, there was no reason for me to cover up. She had seen me in the most compromising positions and loved it.

  I grabbed an apple from the tray I had brought her and bit into it.

  “Alright,” I said. “Start from the beginning.”

  Fiona took a bite of the sandwich I had made her and chewed, thinking. When she swallowed, she started explaining.

  She told me about an ex-boyfriend, Randy.

  “He dumped me because I was too boring,” she said.

  “What?” I asked. “You’re far from boring.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I was very different when we met.” She blushed, and it was the perfect combination of adorable and sexy. “I’m not usually this forward. I like routine and structure and stability, and I don’t usually put myself out there like that. I was trying to prove him wrong.”

  She looked embarrassed about it. She explained to me about the tattoos and the adventures she planned for herself. I was starting to understand her and to see where she was coming from.

  “I was trying to seduce you that night,” she said when she got to the bit where she hurt her ankle.

  I chuckled. “It worked. It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had.”

  She smiled, and it was a genuine smile. A beautiful smile. “Me too.”

  “I started feeling sick two weeks later, throwing up every morning. At first, I thought it was food poisoning or a stomach bug, but when it wouldn’t go away, I started thinking of what else it could be. I took a pregnancy test, and well, here I am.”

  I winced. “I should have thought about wearing a condom. I’m sorry.” I had been so caught up in her, overcome by my lust for her that I hadn’t even thought about putting on a condom. It had been irresponsible of me and look what had happened.

  But Fiona shook her head. “I was on birth control. I didn’t think I had a reason to worry or I would have asked for one.” She explained to me about what her doctor had said about antibiotics. Being a woman and keeping all these things in mind sounded complicated. The only thing I ever worried about was a condom. And even then, I forgot about it sometimes.

  “I wasn’t sure if I should have come here to tell you,” she said. “I didn’t know how you would react. I couldn’t have dreamed that you would react the way you did.”

  She glanced up at me. “It means a lot to me that you didn’t just turn me away.”

  I leaned over to her and kissed her. “Never.”

  She smiled and carried on eating. I watched her bite into the sandwich and chewed and found I was mesmerized by her mouth. Everything she did, whether it was talking or eating, was hypnotizing, and I couldn’t stop staring at her mouth. I loved kissing her, and I found that I wanted to do it again.

  I realized she was looking at me, and when I looked at her eyes, she smiled at me. She knew exactly what she was doing, seducing me. I shook my head and smiled, too. I wanted to take her again, but we had things we needed to talk about.

  “So,” I said. “What’s next? What do you want to do?”

  She closed down, her smile fading and her eyes sliding away from me. I watched her withdraw until she was the quiet, shy person I had dropped off at the lodge instead of the confident, sexual being I had fucked the night before, and now. I was amused at her ability to shut down like that, to change. There were so many sides to her. It was interesting, and I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to know who she was, inside and out, what made her tick, what made her open up and what scared her so much that she shut down. I hadn’t met a lot of women that had more than one dimension, and here I sat with a woman across from me that had several of them. Maybe this was why I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind after she’d been here. Maybe this was what kept me stuck on her.

  Even now, if we decided it was all over and we weren’t going to do this, I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget about her. Not her hot body and how fucking fantastic it felt to be inside of her, or her beautiful mind and the way her personality made her more beautiful than her looks did.

  I didn’t know how that dick of an ex-boyfriend was trying to say when he’d broken up with her because she was too boring. Even when Fiona had said it was because she was trying to be someone else that she was more interesting now, I didn’t agree. Fiona was interesting in every way, and she didn’t even know it. I barely knew her, and I could already see there were more dimensions to her. I was fascinated by her, and I wanted to know her better. I was pissed off at that fucker for making her think there was anything about her that she needed to change.

  “To be honest with you, I don’t know,” she said, answering my question. “I’m an actuary. Usually, everything I do is planned. This has thrown me off track, and I struggle with it.”

  An actuary, I thought, filing that away for later reference. Everything she said now was something I learned about her.

  “I’m way out of my depth. My life is planned. It revolves around routine and structure and stability. There’s none of that with this, and it scares me. I guess in a way, I am boring.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t say that. It might be his definition of you, but it doesn’t have to be yours. And it sure isn’t mine.”

  She gave me a sad smile. I wanted to fuck up the bastard that had let her doubt herself, for taking something as precious as her confidence and shitting all over it.

  She carried on explaining what her life looked like and how she wasn’t sure how to handle raising a baby, and my mind wandered to how we might be able to deal with it. We could co-parent, I thought. I could go to the city on weekends and see her, see the baby. I could be the father that the child grew up knowing. I had savings – a lot of it – that sat in my bank account accumulating interest. I could help her out, pay for the child, do what needed to be done. I had to do right by Fiona and my unborn child, and I in
tended to start immediately.

  I could decide all these things for myself, but that wasn’t what this was about. Ultimately, we had to agree. We had to decide together what we were going to do moving forward, and there was a chance Fiona didn’t even want this child.

  Earlier this week, I had thought about legacies and leaving something behind. To have a child sounded like something I would want, now. I had been happy to be lonely and without responsibility before, but it had all changed, and now I wanted that baby.

  But if she didn’t want the baby, I couldn’t force her to keep it. Not if she would be the one doing the primary care. We had to be on the same page. I needed to know where she stood. I saw her panic about being pregnant. I heard her talk about her life being turned upside down and about never making space for a child because she hadn’t seen it in her immediate future. I had to know how she felt. I could tell she was panicked, but I didn’t know what she really wanted.

  “Fiona,” I said, interrupting her. “Before we talk about anything else, I need to know something.”

  She nodded, looking at me, waiting for me to ask my question.

  “I know this is hard. It’s a surprise for me as much as it is for you, I’m sure. But I need to know where you stand so we can make a decision about this. I need to know what you want.”

  “What I want?” she asked.

  I nodded. “This is about both of us. Having a child is a big sacrifice. And I heard you thinking about logistics and about how realistic things are and everything. But when you ignore all of that and you listen to your heart, deep down, what do you want?”

  She looked up at me, and for a moment I envisioned her telling me she wanted to get rid of the baby. She took a deep breath.

  “You,” she said.

  Chapter 13

  Fiona

  I covered my face the moment I’d said to Laird that he was what I wanted. I couldn’t believe I’d done it. I had voiced what I’d been thinking since I’d been with him. I didn’t know what it was about him, but since I had been with him the first time, I had felt that he was another piece of me.

  We’d had two sexual encounters. They had been beyond amazing, no doubt, but that didn’t make a relationship. God, it barely made us acquaintances. But it was what I felt, and I couldn’t help it, no matter how hard I had tried to fight it since he had dropped me off at the lodge.

  And now that I was pregnant with his baby, it seemed like a twist of fate. But I didn’t want to be that girl, the one who believed that because something was amazing it was meant to be. I was more logical than this. I was realistic. What I felt for Laird was something that belonged in a fairy tale, and this was real life. This was where he would laugh at me and tell me I was being ridiculous, that he barely knew me. This was where he told me I had to figure out what I wanted to do with the baby by myself, that he would send a check in the mail if I was lucky.

  I shouldn’t have said what I did.

  Laird touched my wrists, peeled my hands gently away from my face. He put his hand under my chin and tipped my head up so I looked at him. His eyes were dark and drowning deep, and his face was gentle. There was no mockery or reproach after what I had said. My body reacted to him, and my heart skipped a beat. Maybe I was in love. I was definitely in lust. Either way, I wanted him.

  “Don’t hide,” he said.

  I shook my head. “This is ridiculous. Isn’t it? We barely know each other. I don’t know how this is possible. I think I’m emotional. Hormonal. I’m sorry.”

  Laird shook his head. “No,” he said. “Don’t be. I’m not. I think I loved you since the moment I dropped you off at the lodge.”

  I blinked at Laird. Had he said the “L” word to me? I had told him I wanted him. He could have added any explanation to that. He could have interpreted it as more fucking. Instead, he had taken “love” and added it in there. And he had said it to me.

  My heart soared. It was crazy. It was unrealistic. Everything was wrong with this picture. But everything felt so damn right. This amazing man, hot and gentle and caring, loved me. He wasn’t going to throw me out. He wasn’t going to tell me to get out of his life. How did I get so lucky?

  It seemed too good to be true. After everything that had happened with Randy, it was hard to believe that we could have such a happy ending. But here I was, and I was awake. I wasn’t dreaming. It was true.

  Still, I had to ask.

  “Why?” I asked. “Why did you say that?” Because usually when something was too good to be true, it usually was.

  Laird put his hand on my cheek. “Because since you were here three weeks ago, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You wriggled your way into my heart and soul. I can’t get you off my mind no matter how hard I try. So, I’m listening to my heart.”

  I wrapped my arms around Laird’s neck, and he folded me against his body. He was big and strong, and when he held me like this, even though he was a total stranger, it felt right. I was home. We sat in each other’s arms like this for a long time. Outside, the sun started to set, the trees around the cabin casting tall shadows over the land but inside it was light and warm, and I was where I belonged.

  But, as usual, I started overthinking it. Fear crept in, messing up the wonderful feeling of everything working out perfectly, and I let go of Laird. He shifted, giving me space but his hands were still on me, not breaking contact.

  “What if this doesn’t work out?” I asked. “What if we find out somewhere down the line there’s something we really hate about each other?”

  “Then we work through it,” Laird said.

  “Even if it’s something terrible?”

  “Do you have something terrible you want to tell me?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “I don’t have something terrible to tell you, either. We’re just two people, sweetheart.” My heart skipped a beat when he called me that. “We’ll get to know each other. We’ll work around the stumbling blocks, and we’ll figure it out. We’re stuck together, you and me. We don’t have a choice but to make it work if we want to give the baby the life he or she deserves.”

  He was right. We had a choice, of course, but it was a no-brainer. I was terrified of trying with a man I barely knew, even when he was perfect in every way because I had felt like Randy was the man for me once upon a time. Look how that had turned out. But Laird was right. We owed it to the baby to figure it out, and we could make it work if we really wanted to. I felt something for him I had never felt for Randy, no matter how long we had been together and how perfect I had thought we were at first. It meant something.

  “Alright,” I said.

  “Alright?” Laird asked, confirming.

  I nodded. “We can do it,” I said. Because what I needed wasn’t a man that told me everything was going to be perfect. What I needed was a man that could admit it might be hard, but he would work with me to make it through. That was realistic. It was logical. It was the one thing that grounded this fairytale and made me believe that we really could do it.

  We were stuck together with the baby in my belly, thrown together by circumstance, lust, a fairy tale. And we could make it happen.

  Laird pulled me against him and held onto me tightly. I felt safe. I felt like we could do it. I had never felt this safe, this loved with Randy. He had always made me feel like the world revolved around him and that I was lucky he wanted me around. With Laird, I felt like he believed he was the lucky one when he held onto me.

  “I’m glad you came to me,” Laird said. “I was so happy to see you standing in front of my door earlier.”

  “Even with the news I brought?”

  Laird nodded. “Even with the news.”

  He kissed me. It was long and deep and sensual, and when he finally broke the kiss, I was out of breath and dizzy with love and lust.

  “I think it’s time we make up for the past three weeks we haven’t been together,” Laird said, When I looked up at him, there was hunger in his eyes.
He kissed me again and guided me backward so I was lying on the bed. He pulled the blanket down that I had covered up with, put his palm on my skin and traced my curves with his hand as if he was committing them to memory.

  Slowly, we explored each other, getting to know each other in a way we hadn’t taken the time to do before. And I felt like everything was going to be okay. The way Laird looked at me made me feel like he cared for me. The way he touched me made me feel beautiful. The time he took to get to know my body, to make sure I was alright, made me believe that whatever we set out to do from here on out – no matter how hard it became – we could do it as long as we worked through it together.

  Chapter 14

  Laird

  By Sunday, Fiona and I had spent most of our time fucking or recovering from fucking. We were at each other like animals. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and it seemed like she felt the same. I had never felt this way about a woman before. It wasn’t just about the sex, although she was fucking good in bed. It was about a connection that was undeniable. And now that we were tied together in other ways as well, like through the baby, there as no reason to fight what I felt for her anymore.

  I understood now why I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. She had been the missing piece even though I hadn’t known it. I hadn’t believed in destiny and fate and love at first sight and all that shit, but I had been convinced.

  When we weren’t fucking, we talked. We got to know each other. We told each other about who we were, what our passions and our dreams were, where we were headed and what we wanted out of life. The more I got to know about her, the more I found worth loving. She was incredible in every way. She was my opposite in a lot of ways, an indoors person when I loved nature, careful when I was daring and precise when I didn’t mind being messy. It was like we were made to balance each other out.