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

by Lia Lee

  They had planned to wait till Marcel was at least two years old then they’d try giving him a sister or brother, hopefully the former because Maya knew Alain would want a girl.

  But surely there was no real reason to wait? Her pregnancy and delivery had been problem free and Maya knew she had a clean bill of health. Now that they were officially married, Maya couldn’t wait for them to make another addition to their cherished family.

  Just as Alain always said he wished to provide her with everything she could possibly need, Maya was just as eager to give Alain that wonderful sense of family and togetherness she’d never really had growing up.

  Maya decided to feel Alain out about it as soon as possible. She couldn’t really guess what he’d say, but she had no doubt she could be very convincing.

  A mischievous smile spread on her face as Maya thought of how much more interesting the honeymoon would be while trying out her many diverse, naughty means of persuasion to make her doting husband see things her way…

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Hartford hooked her long brown hair behind her ears, but it fell free almost instantly. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn’t believe that it was finally time.

  “Are you excited?” she asked Gerard.

  He shook his head, his eyes almost glassy. But she knew full well he wasn’t drunk. He was simply too stressed out and too nervous. “I’m pretty sure what I’m feeling right now isn’t excitement.”

  Hartford chuckled and Gerard’s eyes crinkled as he grinned. He could never avoid smiling when she smiled. No matter what he was going through, one grin from his green-eyed girlfriend of four years and he simply couldn’t stay unsmiling. He stroked her cheek, once again mesmerized by the contrast of their complexions. It was exactly what had drawn him to her. She had dark ebony, flawless skin, and he loved watching their fingers entwined together. Adoration swamped him, making him grate his teeth in vicious want. He hooked his arm territorially around her neck.

  Hartford winced. “Ow.”

  He loosened his arm. “Sorry. I’m a little…”

  “I know.” She rubbed her scalp, while his heavy muscled arm weighed down her narrow shoulders. “You’re a little clueless about your own strength.” Even when he tried to be gentle with her, his hands were just too rough and too strong. Hartford leaned her head into his chest, stroking it with her hand. “Your heart is hammering.”

  “I know. If they don’t announce the first-round pick soon, I’ll probably have a heart attack waiting.”

  “You’ll be fine.” Her hands shook as she looked up at him. His hair was sandy and thick, and he smelled of a mixture of sweat and cologne, a scent that was her personal favorite. He always left his scent embedded in her skin when they made love. His eyes were a deep blue, his nose strong and his jawline so sharp it looked like it was sculpted out of marble. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and she ran her a hand along his Nittany Lions shirt—one he’d worked hard to get. He’d always been a star. Even when they started dating back in high school, there had been nothing ordinary about the guy.

  He’d asked her out two months before they graduated high school, and they had been inseparable since. She’d secretly had a crush on him for months anyway. Later, when they both got accepted into Penn State University, they’d decided they wanted to stay together. Even though Hartford was premed, they’d always found the time to meet each other, even if it entailed studying in a dorm room for five hours straight without uttering a word between them.

  She clung to him tighter as he tensed.

  “Why are they taking so long?”

  Leaning up to kiss his neck, she uttered a silent prayer for him. “It’ll be good. I know it. You’ll be it. You were amazing out there, babe; you outdid yourself.”

  His arm wound around her, and she didn’t even complain when he crushed her ribs too tight. She was used to his strength now.

  “Hart?”

  “Yeah?” She looked up, pulling back slightly.

  He looked at her as if he were seeing something horrid on her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I think I’m going to pass out,” he hissed in a whisper.

  A laugh burst out of her before she caught it. “Oh my God. You’re serious?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Sorry, baby. I thought this was about…”

  “Stop reminding me of that!”

  Hartford caught him smiling as he doubled over, clenching his eyes shut. Soon after they started college, Hartford had given him her virginity. Hours later, when Hartford was sucking his manhood in the shower and his knees had buckled from the pleasure, Hartford insisted he’d passed out, though he obviously hadn’t.

  “Who passes out from a blowjob, Hart—stop with it already.” Hartford’s answering giggle made him grab her again, ferociously. “God. How am I going to stay apart from you?”

  She clung to him, her smile fading. She didn’t want to think of that. Not right now.

  ***

  Hartford winced as Gerard yelled at his friend Damien. She already felt half-deaf; the party at Damien’s house was loud. Gerard had been selected by the Seattle Seahawks, and everything was crazy and loud and over the top as they celebrated.

  It was perfectly suited to the kind of guy Gerard was. He loved parties and music, but the butt-naked girls in the pool were all Damien. Gerard didn’t even step foot near it.

  The moment was bittersweet, because as they drank and danced and celebrated his achievement, Hartford couldn’t stop thinking about where they’d end up. Soon, they’d only meet once a month, and that too was an optimistic estimation. She would be at John Hopkins in Maryland for her M.D., whereas Gerard would be on the other side of the damn country. She watched him as he danced with one of her friends, and her giddiness evaporated. The alcohol was making her misery worse, and impotent tears burned the back of her eyelids. He was going to Seattle; it was a four-hour flight. Just imagining him so far away geographically made her heart wring tightly.

  She fled from the hall, out the back to where more girls were losing their clothes and more people were being thrown into the water. She kept running around the back of the house, along the edge to a corner where she could still hear the music but was dark enough that she could sniffle in private without being seen.

  She didn’t even remember the last time she’d cried. She loved Gerard and they’d been together four years, and she knew this ultimately had to happen. But it was almost as if fate were separating them forcefully, determined to see the end of them. She’d at least expected that he would be nearby.

  For a moment, her heart twisted in agonizing pain as she thought about the fact that Gerard hadn’t seemed bothered by the fact that he would be so far away from her. She was fine with him moving to Seattle; really, she was. She didn’t want to hold him back; after all, she was doing exactly what he was—chasing her dream. She wanted him to grow and be what he wanted to be. He’d tried so hard to make it. Getting selected first round was no small deal, but it would’ve helped if he didn’t seem so completely oblivious to the fact that Seattle was too fucking far!

  She rubbed the tears off her cheeks furiously and sat on the edge of the stone path that ran around the massive estate. Unthinkingly she tried to pry him out of her life, but the two of them were entwined like veins and a
rteries. Severing them would destroy them both.

  She shook her head to clear it. No. Gerard wouldn’t let that happen. He loved her. He’d loved her for a long time. Four-hour flight or fourteen, they’d make it work. She knew it.

  When she walked back toward the house, the pool was still full and wild, and someone splashed water onto her beige heels. She grimaced but was glad for the distraction as it momentarily snapped her out of her misery. Her new shoes getting wet were the least of her worries.

  Inside the house, she scanned the hall, but Gerard wasn’t there. She was making her way through the stream of bodies when someone grabbed her arm, making her lurch around. The harsh, too-rough grasp could only be Gerard.

  “Hey,” she said breathlessly, cherishing the sight of him. It would soon be a luxury.

  “Hi…” He grinned. “I was looking for you.” His smile faded slightly, and he leaned close. “Everything all right?” he yelled to be heard over the music.

  “Yeah.” She smiled widely.

  He didn’t buy it. His expression blank, he simply watched her. He knew exactly why she had been crying. He shook his head and hauled her into his chest. “We’re together.” The statement was a warm, harsh hiss near her ear. Clutching her narrow waist, his lips buried into her dark hair. “Nothing changes that. Nothing!”

  Hartford felt the tears coming again, and she clutched the back of his shirt, clinging to his massive torso while he crushed her shoulders too hard and too tight.

  Having her tall, lithe body in his arms made Gerard’s limbs flex blissfully in response. He cupped the sides of her face and lifted it up. She was stunning, and she’d been his for the last four years. He shook his head. “I love you.”

  Fresh tears poured down her cheeks.

  He inhaled to fight the stabs of pain in his chest as her beautiful, flawless face twisted to fight the tears. He pressed his lips to her eye, the taste of her tears slipping into his mouth. He kissed her other eye and then covered her full lips with his. Her sharp intake was a half sob, and he forced his mouth over the contours of her mouth, tasting her. The music, the people, the wild party disappeared somewhere into the background.

  Hartford clutched his forearms, and her eyes clenched shut as she surrendered to the demands of his mouth. How could she have assumed that he didn’t feel the pain of the moment? Of course it killed him to think about being apart from her. She’d make it work, and from the commitment and urgency of his kiss, it was clear that he was going to be doing the same. She didn’t need to hear the words. She trusted Gerard and his feelings for her.

  Her lower body pressed against his, and she dug her fingernails into his forearm as his tongue plunged territorially into her mouth. Her eyes opened briefly, and her heart stopped. Gerard’s eyes were slightly open as he watched her face, like he always did when they made out. Her lips slowed as their gaze remained locked, their tongues gently tangling, his lips cascading over her lower lip while she gently bit his upper lip. He dragged his hands down her back, over her spine, then dug them into her lower back as he crushed her tighter against his body.

  Hartford felt his manhood hard and pulsating, digging punitively into her navel. Her heart hammered and the liquid of her arousal trickled down to her panties. She wanted him with the same urgency that she’d felt two years ago when she’d lost her virginity to him. It was the same aching, hollow feeling. She was empty and was too uncomfortable with it. “I want you,” she hissed against his lips.

  Gerard broke the kiss, and the sounds of the music and the people and the wild party infiltrated his senses again. He was breathless as he clutched her determinedly. “Let’s find a room.”

  Hartford drew back, shocked. “No. It’s your party. We’ll have all the time in the world afterward.”

  “Now.”

  The urgency on his face spoke volumes. He wanted her—now. He wanted his shaft buried balls deep inside her, and he wanted their naked limbs entwined. Right now.

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to take you away from your party.”

  Gerard stared at her face. Her high cheekbones were any photographer’s dream. The walls of his room were full of pictures of her. He was obsessed with the way she looked and the way her body contrasted with his. She was as small as he was big. She was tiny and fragile beneath him, and his hands gleamed on her skin when he touched her.

  Someone was calling his name, and despite trying to ignore it, his head automatically turned to the direction of the sound. Damien and a few of the other guys called to him as they poured drinks.

  Gerard glanced at Hartford. “I want to be with you.”

  Hartford smiled, her pain and misery forgotten as she was once again reminded of his commitment to her. He always prioritized her. Things hadn’t changed. They would make it work, no matter how far apart they lived.

  “Enjoy the party. I’ll be right here at the end. Take me home with you,” she whispered in his ear and then pressed her lips to his earlobe.

  Hartford stayed by Gerard’s side, only because he’d decided to clutch her wrist and not let go. She was exhausted and her toes ached, and all she wanted was to lie atop his chest and hear his heart beat rhythmically as she slept.

  It was 2 a.m. when Gerard finally dragged her away from the party. She simply let him, knowing there was no way to deter him. When he took her up the stairs of Damien’s gorgeous house, Hartford grimaced. “Where are we going?”

  Gerard didn’t even glance at her. “Just come.”

  Hartford’s heartbeat hitched as he pushed open a door and the lights automatically flickered on, illuminating the gorgeous room in muted yellow light. The gold and cobalt blue modern décor looked inviting and seductive. He closed the door behind him and twisted the lock, releasing her wrist.

  Her brows furrowed. Instinctively, she rubbed her wrist. It was sore from her too-strong boyfriend’s hold. “The party isn’t over.”

  “It is for us,” he said slowly, his hands undoing the top few buttons of his shirt.

  Hartford’s heart leapt into her throat. It had been so long since they’d slept together. Two months, while he trained and she prepped for her exams. They’d barely had any time to spend together.

  “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

  Gerard swallowed. “I’m dying to be inside you.”

  Hartford gasped at the words and watched the shirt being peeled off his body. Unashamed, her eyes roved over his tanned body. His shoulders wide, bulging with muscle; his chest rock-hard; and his abdomen flat and unrelenting. Reaching forward, she slid her hands possessively over his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

  Gerard’s heart skipped a beat, and he slammed his mouth onto hers. Her whimper of protest muffled against his mouth, he slowed his lips, biting them gently, his head slanting as he deepened the kiss and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

  He slid his hands up her back, finding the zipper that held her dress in place. It came loose, and he let it drop to the floor. Stepping back, his chest rising and falling in harsh pants, he beheld the perfection of her gleaming, ebony body.

  Hartford’s hands rested on his chest, and he pulled the cups of her bra down. The flimsy lace released her breasts and they spilled out, full and round. He gathered them in his palms and met her gaze. She twitched in pleasure when he flicked his fingers over her nipples. They hardened for him, puckering up. He stroked his hand up to her neck and grasped her throat, his lips covering hers again while he reached behind her back to undo her bra.

  Hartford was high on the heat of his body. His flesh burned beneath her hands as she slid her palms down his abs and pushed through the waistband of his trousers. Her heart thrummed in excitement as her fingers pushed through the hair below his navel. Unable to get through to his manhood, she undid his belt and was unfastening his fly when her bra fell away from her body and his hands took over her task.

  Her heart flipped over when his strong muscled legs were revealed to her. His shaft was hard and pushing a
gainst the stretchy fabric of his briefs, screaming to be unleashed. Reaching forward, she clutched the shape of it concealed in white fabric.

  “You’re so hard. God…”

  The reverent gasp turned into a harsh sigh of contented lust when his teeth bit into her throat. His body urging her backward toward the bed, she fought him while she pushed her hand through the waistband of his boxers and dragged his shaft out.

  “Fuck.” He gripped her shoulders and squeezed, attempting to hold her in place, wanting her small warm hand on his shaft where it burned its shape onto him.

  Her other hand quickly cupped his balls over the boxers, and Gerard grunted, pushing her back onto the bed forcefully. She cried out at the shove and bounced slightly on the mattress. Unfazed, he followed her down and kicked his boxers off his legs. His eyes on her breasts as they spilled apart before him, he hooked his fingers through the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, then her legs, until he dragged them off her body. Her abdomen was tight, her hips full and wide, proportionate to her large breasts. His teeth grated as he relished the marvel before him.

  “Goddammit, Hartford. I’m going to eat you up.”

  His mouth delved down to kiss her mouth. She clutched his hips, parting her legs at the same time and dragging his shaft between her thighs. At the same time, his tongue plunged into her mouth, and he slanted his head to deepen the kiss. It was hurried and wild, and she moaned as his teeth cut into her already swollen lips. His manhood glided along her moist, sensitized place, and she moaned, grinding herself into the hard length. Her breasts were crushed by his chest, and her hands helplessly dragged over his muscled, hard hips. She dug her fingernails into them to drag him inside her.

  Gerard abandoned her mouth, and she closed her eyes, letting her hands fall by her sides as his mouth began its descent. Every lick, every bite, every brush of his lips made her jerk in silent gratification. Her eyelids clenched tighter as she savored the darkness, welcoming the surprise of what his mouth did to her next.