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Beauty and The Beard
Bearded Bros Series
K.C. Crowne
Table of Contents
Beauty and The Beard
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Prologue
Is this real?
Is this actually happening?
He grabbed me by the waist with his oversized hands and pulled me to him. With our bodies close, I felt his hardness against my abdomen. He was shaking, breathing in short, raspy breaths
I knew that he wanted me and I wanted to let him know that I wanted him just as much. All day, I had thought about him, and I gave up trying to stop myself from what was about to go down.
I pushed my abdomen into his hard cock. I felt it grow thicker against me. His hands moved from my waist to my ass and pulled my groind into his . I yearned to feel him and ground up against him.
He moaned and reacted by pushing his lips hard against mine. He moved them to my cheek then to my ear and sucked on my lobe. The feeling sent shivers down my spine and I heard him whisper in my ear.
“I want you so f*cking bad,” he said in a husky voice.
I answered by putting my hand on his cock. I gave it a quick squeeze then moved to his belt to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled, I undid the button and slid down the zipper of his jeans. His huge cock pitched from the confines of his pants.
I moved my hand up and down his long shaft. He groaned into my ear and kissed my neck. His hands moved up my side and found my round breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples making them hard and erect.
I continued to pump him as he moved his hands down my thighs and up under my dress. He slid my dress up and his fingers lingered over my black, silk panties. His thumb found my moist lips and he pushed it lightly inside, finding my clit.
“Oh my God you are so wet,” he murmured into my hair.
I parted my legs slightly so that his entire hand slid under my crotch. He parted my lips with his fingers over my panties and moved his hand back and forth while thumbing my clit. I groaned in delight and moved my hand over his cock faster.
His fingers left my folds and he slowly slid my dress up over my tummy and breasts. I raised my arms so that he could pull it up over my head. I stood before him in a black bra and panties.
His hands came back down to my bra and massaged my breasts. Then his hands traveled down to find my wetness again. He leaned down and kissed my lips passionately.
I wanted him to be naked.
It was my turn to slide his shirt off of his broad shoulders. As I moved my hands back down over his naked chest, I was in awe of his toned, sexy body.
I slowly moved my hands over his hard pecs then down over his chiseled abs before finding his enlarged cock again.
I could do anything I wanted, and right now, and I wanted his cock in my mouth.
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Cole
“Bring it back, Bella!” I called out.
I chuckled as my German Shepard playfully tossed the ball into the air to herself and watched intently as it bounced a few feet away. At the sound of her name, she glanced over at me, quickly retrieved the ball, and came running toward me at full speed. I stepped aside just in time as she burned on past.
“Bellaaa girl!” I called out, laughing.
She stopped, dropped the ball, and looked back at me, ears pitched forward, tongue dangling, seeming to smile at me and say, “Come and get it if you want it.”
As soon as I took a step forward, Bella playfully grabbed the rubber ball and ran away with it.
“Keep it; I don’t want it anyway,” I called after her, smiling. I turned my back and pretended to walk away.
I heard her run up behind me, and when I turned, she sat and dropped the ball at my feet. I quickly picked it up before she changed her mind and tossed it again for her to fetch, starting the “ha, ha, I’m not going to give it to you” cycle all over again.
Grinning to myself, I watched as she ran to fetch the ball. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was later than I had thought. I needed to wash up at my cabin and head out for a meeting at the resort.
I ran passed my front door, into the hallway of my cabin, past my living room which was enamored with my plaque trophies from hunting and fishing. I walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror.
The thin patches of gray probably made me look older than my thirty-two years but girls found it sexy so I left it alone. I rose to my full height of six two and studied my reflection. My dark brown hair was tousled, and my deep blue eyes stared back at me. I was proud of my thick mustache, which fit my personality as the most outdoorsy of my three mountain brothers.
After getting cleaned up in the bathroom and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, I went back outside to find Bella patiently waiting on the front porch.
“Ok girl, I’m ready. Come on,” we both walked over to my blue Dodge Ram Rebel. I had just upgraded to the truck this winter and loved its rugged, off-road capabilities; perfect for the mountains and hunting. It was everything I needed in a car.
I opened the passenger door and Bella, came running over and jumped into the passenger seat with one big leap. I got around to the driver’s side and got behind the wheel.
“Time for breakfast,” I told her, patting her on the head.
“Woof,” Bella replied as if she understood.
I drove us down the Hunter’s Ski Resort, my family owned business. I was headed to park in front of the primary building, which housed the front desk, main common room, guest rooms, and The River Room, our resort restaurant.
Monday mornings were reserved for a family breakfast. A tradition that we had been keeping since my father opened the place. Since he passed, my three brothers and I still met to discuss our plans for the resort, upcoming schedules, and to just get in some good old alpha men bonding time.
On the way down the driveway, I passed Brad and Angela’s cabin and saw that the Jeep was already gone. I passed Mom’s big house, where all us brothers grew up. I assumed that one the boys had picked her up already since I hadn’t heard from her.
I was glad to see that the main driveway was still clear from when I plowed it last night. Pine tree-speckled mountain tops twinkled with snow as far as the eyes could see. The sun was rising quickly and reflected off of the shimmering ice floating on the Blue River situated below the resort, down in the valley. From my position on the mounta
in ridge, I could see a moose off in the distance drinking from the far side of the river.
The sight of it always took my breath away.
I was damn lucky to grow up in such a place.
It was going to be packed this week, I speculated. December was one of our busiest months. Hunter’s Resort was a skier’s paradise. Besides skier’s, we got hunters, ice fishermen, nature enthusiasts, and those who just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life for the holidays.
I pulled into the lot and slid my truck beside Brad’s white Jeep Wrangler just as Angela was stepping out of the passenger side.
As I got out of my truck, I heard a small voice say, “Hi, Unca Cole.”
I turned to see a miniature Angela standing on the curb hugging her favorite raggedy brown teddy bear. White-blond, springy curls blew in the morning breeze, and big blue eyes beamed at me with excitement.
“Good morning, lil Abigail,” I greeted her as I bent to lift the small child and swung her to my side. I planted a kiss on her chubby cheek.
Abby giggled and asked, “Where’s Bella?”
“She’s right here,” I replied going around to the passenger side and opening the door. Abby reached out her arms to Bella who moved her snout straight to the little girl’s face to give her a big wet kiss. Abby giggled wildly as Bella lapped at her rosy cheeks.
“Okay, Bella,” I said, moving the small child away. “That’s enough kisses.”
“No... more kisses,” Abby squealed.
“No more kisses, Abby,” Brad told her. “It’s time for breakfast. Everyone is waiting for us.”
“Okaaay,” Abby sulked.
“You can sit beside Bella inside, how’s that sound?” I asked her.
“Yay!” she replied, grinning again.
“Okay, let’s go, Bella.” Bella jumped to the ground and bounded up the steps to the resort’s front doors knowing it was time to eat. With a two-year-old around, there was always an abundance of “under the table scraps” easily obtainable.
“Where are the twins?” I asked Brad.
“We’ll be seeing them shortly. They stayed at Mom’s last night and Harley picked them up this morning.”
Dax’s pickup and Harley’s SUV were already in the lot, so everyone else was there. Our group headed inside to greet them.
“You guys made it,” Dax exclaimed, smiling as Abby waved at them.
“Bout time, I’m starving,” Harley added, sitting beside Dax, grinning.
The twins giggled at the exchange and waved at their dad and Angela. Then turned to me and said in unison, “Morning, Uncle Cole.”
“Morning, guys,” I returned the greeting.
Mom got up from the head of the table to pull out Abby’s high chair and I slid her inside. Bella took her spot next to the highchair, patiently waiting for her first hand out.
I kissed Mary Beth, my mom, on the cheek and took my seat between her and the twins. Brad took his seat at the other end of the oblong table, with Angela beside him.
After a few minutes of light conversation, Michael, The River Room’s Head Chef, brought out a cart full of platters of breakfast nourishments. We waited for him to set them on the table before digging in.
Ms. Everette, a plump elderly lady who'd been with us since the beginning, brought over a large pitcher of OJ and began to fill our glasses. Once filled, she left and came back with a tray of small fruit bowls which she placed in front of each of us.
“Why don’t you join us this morning?” my mom asked her.
“Oh, no... thank you... I have to get the rest of the prep done for the soup. I’m running late this morning,” she exclaimed and ambled back to the kitchen.
All you could hear for the next few moments were silverware dinging on plates and noisy chewing, as everyone enjoyed their breakfasts too much to speak. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Hunter family, we certainly knew how to eat.
Finally, Brad said, “Let’s begin the meeting. Anyone wanna start?”
“I will,” Harley began. “Good news is that I’m booked this week with ski lessons. Got some private lessons scheduled and family group sessions planned. Bad news... maybe... is that the lifts have been moving slower than normal. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but yesterday they got even slower. I think that the gears need to be checked,” he said, looking over at me.
I was known as the “handyman” around here. Besides maintaining the roads, I did the landscaping and fixed practically anything that needed fixing.
“Okay, I’ll be up to take a look at it,” I assured him.
“Cool, thanks, man. I can always count on you,” Harley replied. “And, what else?” he continued, thinking. “I got my fitness classes posted for the week, so I’ll be running back and forth from the fitness room to the lodge. Mark, the new ski lift attendant is doing a good job. And, Michelle will be covering the bar and ski rentals for the week, so all is good on my end.”
“Thanks, Harley,” Brad said, nodding. “Dax?”
Dax pulled back his long, sandy-colored hair from his deep, blue eyes and said, “I got some new ads to run this week. And, I’m working on a new commercial. I got a meeting down in Breckenridge on Wednesday with the local network. I’m hoping they will give me some kind of deal with running the commercial for the next few weeks,” he acknowledged.
“Sounds like you got it all worked out,” Brad said, smiling.
“Of course,” agreed Dax, forking some eggs into his mouth. “Between doing that stuff, I’ll help out at the lodge. It’s going to be busy for all of us this week,” he noted.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “If it snows, I might need you or Brad helping me with the walkways and roads. One of my workers broke his foot last week.”
I saw Brad’s concerned look and before he could say anything, I put up my hand to cut him off. “He didn’t get hurt here. He was cutting wood at home and a log fell on his foot,” I reassured him.
“Whew,” Brad let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry that he got hurt, but glad it didn’t happen here,” he remarked.
“Yeah, really,” I agreed. “Anyway, I might need help with that. Depends on how much snow we get.”
“No problem. Us Hunters have no problem getting our hands dirty,” Brad agreed.
“And, besides general maintenance, I need to cut a shit-load of wood for the common room and the lodge fireplaces. I got behind on that,” I admitted.
“While you are at it, cut some wood for my cabin,” Dax ordered, half-jokingly.
“Cut your own wood,” I retorted. “Somethin’ wrong with your arms?”
“No, it’s just best that you do it with those manly rugged hands of yours. My hands are too nice to get all calloused up,” he joked, beaming at his perfectly manicured fingernails.
“You do have lady hands and arms,” I joked back. “Admit it, deep down, I know that you’re jealous of my big muscles,” I said grinning.
“I’m not jealous; I got big muscles, too,” Dax said, pulling up his sleeve and flexing. His bicep bulged from his upper arm, extremely defined and toned.
I pulled up my flannel sleeve and flexed my bicep in return. Having a burlier build than Dax, my arm was thicker than his, making my muscle denser but not as quite defined. “I think I’m the winner,” I told him. “I’m bigger.”
“Not fair that you resemble the Hulk,” Dax said. “My muscle’s more defined though, for sure,” he said, a matter-of-factly, pushing on the hard bulge with his finger. Hard as a rock, it didn’t budge.
“Mmmm,” I replied, studying his bicep than pushing my finger down on my own. Just as hard, only a white print remained from the pressure of my finger. “I guess we can call it a draw. So you can cut your own wood. Just wear work gloves to protect your pretty little hands.”
“Well, I had to try,” Dax said, still grinning at his still flexed bicep.
“Boys! Not at the table,” Mom scolded us.
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“Sorry, Mom,” we both apologized and put our muscles away.
“Anyway, Cole, my muscles can help you with cutting some wood if you need it,” Brad offered. “Not for your cabin, Dax, for the resort,” he added when Dax gave him an expectant glance.
“Oh, man,” Dax whined again, giving Brad an exaggerated frown, puckering his brow. The twins burst out into a wild giggle and little Abby followed suit, not really knowing what she was laughing at.
Brad smirked at Dax then continued, “As for me, I’ve got a couple of meetings with vendors lined up. The liquor order is coming on Wednesday. Food and other supplies on Thursday. And, my normal inventory, scheduling, and payroll. Mom? What’s going on with you?”
Mom looked up from feeding the baby and thought for a moment. “Mmmm, well, I’ve got an appetizing, home-style menu planned... with a touch of elegance, of course. Ms. Everette and I are preparing some lovely homemade soups. And I’m going to put out a few sign-up sheets for family activities during the week. I’m thinking about crafts for the kids and a friendly card or dice game for the adults. Maybe a nice, slow-paced nature walk one afternoon.”
“I’ll help out with any activities that are after the boys’ classes,” Angela piped in. “Schedule a nature walk for Saturday, if you can, so the boys and I can come along,” she suggested.
“Okay,” agreed my mom. “I’d love your company.”
“Sounds good, Mom,” Brad replied, nodding his head in agreement, smiling at his wife, Angela. “So, I guess we’re all set for the week. Like always, email me your tentative schedules so I can find you if needed. I’m looking forward to a fun and busy week,” Brad said, smiling. “Let me know if anything comes up or if I’m needed anywhere,” he added, reaching for another slice of Texas toast.
Everyone nodded in a reply, turning back to the leftover food on the table for seconds.
Finishing up my eggs, I saw Abby nonchalantly drop a chunk of scrambled egg on the floor. Then, I heard Bella slurp it up happily. A second later, there went her half-eaten toast. Her innocent blue eyes got wide when she noticed me watching.
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