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

by Lia Lee

  “No, I mean that if I looked like you, I honestly wouldn’t wear clothing. Ever.” She smiled up at him.

  “You look lovely yourself.” Aziz touched her side, and then slid his hand over her hip and around her backside, where it stayed.

  Emboldened, Laine smoothed her palms along Aziz’s chest, exploring the feel of him. Aziz leaned down and kissed her. Laine returned the kiss once, then twice. Meeting Aziz’s proud green eyes, she sat back and slowly slipped off her bra. His eyes grew wider, taking her in like a sculpture. His hand moved up her side and then stopped, cupping one plump breast tenderly. He bowed over and began to kiss her there.

  Laine let her head fall back and sighed softly, running her fingers through his hair, and he worshiped her chest like a new convert. His kisses moved down to her belly as he held the small of her back, encouraging her to arch it, to lie against the soft, velvety cushions and let him pleasure her. After he made his way down her stomach, his hand pushed down her panties and squeezed her hip. Laine’s thighs began to quiver as Aziz proceeded to devour her.

  Her only thought, flitting through her head as her hips bucked involuntarily in response to the cunning ministrations of Aziz’s tongue, was to wonder if the limo had a soundproof panel between the expansive compartment they were defiling and the driver’s seat. She had always been quiet during sex, but somehow Aziz brought out of her noises that hardly seemed human.

  Her gasps and moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged, until she came and her muscles all tensed. Aziz didn’t stop. He just kept going, hands clutching her ass, as though he had no need to breathe whatsoever. Laine’s fingers were grabbing his hair, she realized as she began to calm down, and she let go.

  “Oh, God. Oh, thank you, wow…” Laine babbled. She could still feel her muscles twitching down there, so excited from the workout Aziz had just put them through.

  Aziz looked up with a smirk and a chuckle. “Thank you?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of Laine’s thigh. “That’s a bit formal, all after this, isn’t it?”

  Laine breathed deeply, rubbing her hand up and down her belly and trying to compose herself. She pushed herself up with one hand and looked down at Aziz, amazed that he was so willing to kneel before her.

  “Then maybe I should just show you how I feel?” Laine asked. She bent over to kiss Aziz, petting his cheek, and guided him to sit.

  “I think I like the view even better from here.” Aziz reached up and rubbed up and down her sides.

  “You’re going to make me insecure about my love handles,” Laine complained, folding her arms over her stomach.

  “I’m vague on what those actually are, but there is nothing about you I would change. The sway of your hips, the feel of your flesh, your breasts that sit there, so heavy and round, and perfectly formed.” Aziz gave her ass a squeeze. “It is like you were shaped just for me.”

  “Is it?” Laine straddled his legs and sat on his lap.

  Their lips met again. She cupped his face with both hands, while he held her in place, hands underneath each buttock where they joined her legs. There was no stopping now. Laine reached down to feel the ample, hardening lump waiting for her beneath his wet briefs. She rubbed against it, until he let out a groan.

  “Wait,” he muttered, pulling off his briefs. Finally free, his erection fell lazily forward. Laine slipped her hand over its generous length, giving several long strokes and a twist before rising slowly.

  With another grin, Aziz reached into a compartment overhead, and the shiny wrapper of a condom caught Laine’s eye. She was on the pill, but if he were as much of a playboy as he seemed, she appreciated the gesture. She nodded and took it from him, ripping it open with her teeth and then guiding the lubed condom into place. Then, she hooked one arm around the back of Aziz’s neck. Aziz needed no further prompting, and guided his fat erection inside her slick, waiting cavity.

  Laine moaned as she engulfed him, slowly lowering herself and relaxing to accommodate his considerable size. She felt so full with him stuffed inside her. But of course, he was a big man, and no part of him failed to share this trait. Aziz grinned at her and petted her back, as though to sooth her moaning.

  “But we’ve just started, tiger,” he said to her with a grin.

  Laine chuckled then made a growling sound.

  With the help of his strong hands, she rose and fell, deliciously impaled on his manhood. Her moans grew low and throaty, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her back. Aziz’s hands gripped her harder and harder, and soon his hips were coming up to meet hers. They were two magnets, drawn together in frenzy and nothing could have stopped them.

  When Laine began to come again, she grasped the back of Aziz’s shoulder with one hand and tightened around him like a vice. A deep, guttural noise came from Aziz and his hips jolted forward again and again and again.

  And then, utterly spent, he fell back against the seats, caressing her back and pulling her close to him. She remained on top of him and let him pepper her neck and breast with his kisses. She laid her head on his shoulder and pressed a little kiss beneath his chin.

  “I hope this properly shows you my gratitude,” she said coyly.

  “I would eagerly keep you here for the rest of my days,” Aziz vowed.

  Laine listened to his heart for some time. Her hand moved up and down his firm, warm chest. It was almost too hot in the car now. They were both drenched in sweat, rather than fountain water.

  Then Laine surprised herself.

  “Come back to my place,” she murmured.

  Chapter Five

  The first light of the morning streamed through the blinds, warming the room and causing Laine to pull the covers over her eyes. She was comfortably ensconced in the blankets of her memory foam bed, and it was far too early to be rushing off to work, she was fairly certain. With a stubborn yawn, Laine peeked at her phone resting on the nightstand to confirm that she didn’t have to get up yet. Then she realized that it was Saturday. No need to get up at all.

  She closed her eyes again and sprawled out a little further, intending to enjoy those last few moments before her internal clock did the work of making her rise and attend to all the errands she hadn’t gotten around to that week. A moment afterward, however, a strong arm circled around her waist from behind, and Laine jumped in shock, causing her phone to tumble off the nightstand.

  “Shhhh,” Aziz whispered soothingly. “It is only me.”

  “It…!”

  Laine turned and blinked, still fighting the fog of sleepiness. She stared at him for a long moment and then rolled over and curled into his arms. Somehow, she had not expected him to still be there at morning light. After agreeing to come back to her place, they had worn themselves out with a few extra rounds of horizontal aerobics around the apartment and eventually ended up in the bed, with the actual intent of sleeping. It seemed obvious that Aziz would be on his way once he’d had the time to rest.

  But there he was, humming to himself softly as he stroked her back. His eyes were closed. It seemed he was also trying to fight the daylight and steal a few more moments of sleep. So that had to be it. He had to simply be tired. They’d had a long night, after all.

  In spite of herself, Laine felt suddenly and completely awake. She watched Aziz as he slept. It hadn’t just been the excitement of the evening, she mused. He really was an incredibly handsome man. Something in his face was both rugged and gentle. It was in every move he made, as well. Not necessarily toward strangers, but definitely toward her. The night before had seen moments when he seemed like he could exert his power ruthlessly, but he’d held back when she’d asked. He’d never been ruthless with her.

  On the contrary. Aziz treated her as though she were something rare and valuable. He extended her every courtesy, even when she was being secretive and a little rude. Laine had to wonder, was it all a part of the seduction? Could a man like that truly be so smitten with a woman like her?

  She found herself combing her fingers through
his hair, and eventually, he opened his eyes with a smile.

  “You are watching me,” he pointed out, although the words seemed fond.

  “I guess I am. You’re still here.” Laine shifted herself a little bit.

  “Should I be elsewhere?” Aziz looked around the room curiously.

  “I’d think so. I would have thought you had somewhere important to be.”

  Aziz nodded. “Often, this is true. But not this weekend. We all need some time away from our responsibilities.”

  “I’m not sure I know what that’s like. I don’t take vacations.”

  Aziz rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t. Americans live to pay their bills.”

  “Look, it’s a bit early in the morning to be making broad generalizations regarding the East and the West, okay?”

  Aziz chuckled. “This is true.” He pushed himself up, careful not to disturb her. “I did not notice last night, but you do have a lovely home. We could have gone to my hotel room, which is much bigger, but your space is exquisite.”

  “Thanks. Decorated it myself. That’s what I do.” Laine pushed herself up as well and rested against him.

  “I know this.” Aziz smirked at her.

  “What are you smiling about?”

  “I have a meeting later this week, which should prove terribly amusing.” He looked around her room critically. “I like the choice of that painting. It is intriguing, if a bit unpolished.”

  Laine looked at it. It depicted a stream of butterflies being poured out of a teakettle by a woman with a sly look on her face. It was her own work. She’d painted that one back in design school when she’d been fulfilling her skill-based core requirements. If she were honest, she kept the painting there not because it was her favorite, but because it reminded her of that long ignored ache. She’d always meant to continue the series, but there was no money in painting one’s feelings. As hard as it was to work her way up in interior design, being a freelance painter would have been a fiscal disaster. There would be no supporting her father with that kind of income, no future for herself, possibly no recognition for her efforts until after her death, or ever.

  There was no reason to go for it, and every reason to keep that dream on the wall.

  “As curious as the subject is, it is almost like a dream. The colors bring the room peace,” Aziz assessed. “It’s a good energy for a place of rest.” He looked to her. “Or other things.”

  “Did we manage to do that in the actual bed?” Laine asked.

  “No, I don’t think so. We should rectify this egregious error.”

  Swiftly, Aziz rose and grabbed her waist. Laine laughed and reached up for his shoulders to steady herself. His tongue was lapping broadly over her neck when Laine heard the door slamming shut and froze.

  “Oh! Stop!” she hissed.

  Aziz did, but frowned and looked up.

  “Wake up, nerd!” Emma cried. “I know you ended up here last night!”

  “It’s my sister,” Laine told Aziz.

  She pulled the covers up and looked around the room quickly to see if she had any readily available clothing. There was one of Aziz’s shirts on a chair, but nothing else of use.

  “I’m in the bedroom! Give me a minute!” Laine yelled.

  “I’m coming in!” Emma yelled back.

  Aziz laughed heartily.

  “No, don’t!” Laine glared at Emma as she walked through the door, carrying a white bag and a tray of coffee.

  Emma’s mouth hung open as she took in the unfamiliar sight. “What…?”

  “I told you to give me a minute, brat!” Laine said.

  Emma giggled madly. “Well, maybe you need more than a minute!”

  “Good morning,” Aziz said pleasantly. “You are Laine’s sister, yes?”

  “I am…” Emma half-turned to the door, then looked at the corners of the ceiling.

  “What are you doing?” Laine said, clutching the covers.

  “Looking for hidden cameras,” Emma deadpanned.

  “I don’t do videos of my lovemaking,” Aziz said. “It would be unseemly for a member of my family to have such a thing out there for people to see.”

  Laine covered her face.

  “I brought coffee and doughnuts, FYI,” Emma said. “I thought I might be able to get some info out of you about that guy you were dancing with last night. But I suppose that would be you?”

  Aziz gave a little wave.

  “Just let us put some clothes on?” Laine pleaded, making a shooing motion. “You can wait in the kitchen.”

  “Fine, fine. But now you really have to dish. No way in the world was I expecting you to actually take the guy home.” Emma looked to Aziz. “No offense.”

  “None taken, I think,” he said.

  After quickly pulling on some clothes, Laine emerged from the bedroom. Her sister was lounging in the kitchenette, where there were a few comfortable chairs and a table overburdened with unopened mail and stacks of file folders. Emma sipped her coffee, reading something off her phone. Despite the early hour, her hair was neatly styled, her makeup flawless, and her outfit on point.

  “Does your personal assistant dress you every morning?” Laine went over to sit with her sister. Aziz followed her, but did not sit.

  “No, I just know that people are waiting to take pictures of me at any moment.” Emma’s lips curved knowingly. “But my picture isn’t the one going viral right now.”

  Emma turned her phone around so Laine could see what she was watching. It was a video of Aziz and Laine dancing at the party. Laine pressed her lips together and started to turn red.

  Aziz leaned over her. “Ah…someone caught us.”

  “What, were you hiding? You hijacked the music and hit the dance floor at a star-studded event.” Emma laughed. “There were a lotta folks pissed, to be honest. They were so jealous they didn’t think to do it themselves.”

  “We aren’t bad!” Aziz stood up and laughed.

  “No kidding. Do I know you? Have you worked with Raj?” Emma asked.

  Aziz crossed his arms and smiled down at her. “I am not an actor, darling. I manage my family’s considerable estate and business holdings.”

  Emma turned her phone over in her hand, starring hard at him. “I’m not sure what that means?”

  “It means he’s filthy rich and terribly bored,” Laine joked. “Though he’s pretty influential in Bahrain.”

  “Oh, not just Bahrain, tiger. All of the Arabian Peninsula.” Aziz grinned, hugged Laine around the shoulders from behind, and kissed her cheek.

  Emma sucked in her cheeks and then looked to Laine. “Oh. My. God.”

  “Indeed. Our meeting was fate,” Aziz said with confidence.

  Laine opened her mouth but didn’t quite know what to say. Fate? Was he joking?

  Aziz was watching Emma now. His intense eyes were fixed, almost hungry. Once again, Laine wondered why Aziz had picked her instead of Emma. Here Emma was, at this ungodly hour, as beautiful as she could be. Looking as if, at any moment, she could be photographed and people would pass the picture around social media amazed at how gorgeous she was. A movie star would be a better match for this multi-corporation Middle Eastern mogul. A woman as beautiful as Emma would be much better for him.

  Aziz moved forward, and Laine swallowed a lump in her throat. This would be his moment to start flirting with Emma. But he didn’t. He just grabbed a doughnut and smiled at Laine as he bit into it. Laine leaned on her hand and watched him chew.

  “Might I borrow your shower?” Aziz asked.

  “Oh, sure.” Laine pointed Aziz to the bathroom and watched as he sauntered off, enjoying a doughnut with the ease of a person with zero concerns about his waistline. When she looked back to Emma, her sister gave her the smuggest look she had ever seen. “What?”

  “God, Laine. You snagged the biggest catch at that party!” Emma leaned over the table. “And you sealed the deal! What, was this like you first one-night stand ever?”

  “I d
on’t do that sort of thing.” Laine took the other coffee and sipped it. “To do that, you have to go out.”

  Emma laughed. “But you did! You tore it up, huh?”

  “We didn’t tear it up. We didn’t even drink much. I had a couple appletinis, but that was it.” Laine bit her lip. Having gotten drunk might’ve excused her actions. “We got kicked out of a club for swimming in their fountain.”

  “Oh, my god. You got kicked out of Las Llaves?” Emma clapped her hands together in joy.

  “How did you know that was the club?”

  “Because that’s the one with the huge fountain big enough to swim in. That sitcom star Johnny Right got caught fucking two girls in there.”

  Laine recoiled in horror. “God, I hoped they cleaned it!”

  Emma shook with laughter. “I’m sure they did! Oh, this is awesome, Lainey. This is so good for you. And he’s rich! That’s so cool. I wondered what that creepy Middle Eastern dude was doing, just standing there outside your apartment.”

  “That’s just Faruq. He’s Aziz’s bodyguard.”

  “So casual,” Emma teased. “I never thought you’d be the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, sis. Especially not to a royal with a bodyguard.”

  “I’m not. I just…I guess I just wanted, for once in my life, to let something good happen to me.” Laine selected a cake doughnut and dipped it in her coffee. “He’ll probably be out of here by lunchtime, though.”

  That would be fine, she told herself. He was an important man. He had things to do, and Laine had her job and her family.

  It would be better if they went their separate ways.

  ***

  Though Laine hadn’t expected to hear from Aziz again after he’d left her apartment, she saw him again only a few days later. She had a meeting scheduled in a lavish hotel across town. It happened occasionally—although Laine had never before been given those accounts—that the lifestyles of the rich and careless resulted in their living spaces being unlivable. Laine had been surprised to see it on her calendar, but the appointment had been made by request, so Laine didn’t have to worry about it being snatched off her plate by a senior project manager just yet.