Abducted by the Mountain Man

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Alexis?” My voice cracked, surprising me.

  She sniffed as her eyes filled with tears. "It's me," she chuckled and choked back a sob as she nodded vigorously. "I couldn't leave you." Her expression was vulnerable. Her eyes were intoxicatingly filled with desire and compassion.

  “I never wanted you to leave.” I pulled her inside.

  Wordlessly, we began to undress each other. The frantic, wild need to ravage her took over my body and my actions with a desperate hunger that burned through me. Her skin was so soft, tender and perfect. It was as if I were running my hands over fresh silk.

  Her breath was cool in my ear as she tickled my cheeks and neck with a frenzy of kisses. My mouth found hers and I hungrily tasted her as she sighed and moaned into my ear.

  “You’re so hot,” I groaned.

  "Kiss me harder," she begged. Urgency and passion sliced through her voice. Even though she was the one pleading to me, I felt compelled to obey her as I began to kneel down and kiss her round, luscious breasts.

  Her nipples were perky and swollen and I plucked each of them into my mouth, wanting to give her entire body the intricate attention it deserved. Her skin responded with chill bumps of pleasure prickling all over and she ran her hands through my hair, giving me a teasingly wonderful sensation.

  “I want to fuck you over and over,” I groaned as I worked my way down to her belly and licked her navel. “You are mine forever.”

  “Forever sounds wonderful,” she panted as I noticed her breath quickening. Her hunger and desire radiated off of her body and I absorbed every particle of love that she had to offer me.

  I'd been alone for so long and had forgotten how amazing it felt to have another person with me, a beautiful woman like Alexis. Having her body heat next to mine made my insides melt and my heart leaped with joy.

  “I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I told her as I picked her up by her hips and tossed her delicately onto the couch. I was so ready to fuck her that I couldn’t even wait long enough to walk down the hallway with her.

  She giggled and nibbled on my bottom lip, tugging it so gently and wonderfully. We were both stripped down now. Our clothes were strewn and tossed all over the floor in a trail that led to the couch.

  I pushed her legs open and marveled at the amazing sight in front of me. Her pussy lips were swollen with desire. Her thighs were trembling as she gazed into my eyes with longing. I searched her soul. When we made love, the window to compassion was wide open and there were no secrets between us any longer.

  Without another word, I plunged my head between her legs, burying myself there as she straddled her legs around my neck. She felt so good, and I loved tasting her sweet pussy nectar. There was a puddle pooling between her legs. She arched her back and wailed out as ecstasy consumed her.

  I was in a love trance that surrounded us both in the bliss of intense, erotic chemistry. Her clit was engorged and pulsing. My cock throbbed, and I needed to be inside of her. She came with enthusiasm and thrilling excitement that made my heart pound. Her moans were wild and loud, but we were all alone in the private seclusion of the mountainous woods.

  As soon as she climbed down from her climax, I needed to take her. I was ready to unleash my primal, animal instincts. I wanted to ravage her body. I wanted her to know how much I cared about her, how much she meant to me. The best way to show her was to plunge myself deep inside of her and make her come again.

  I rocked on top of her for a few minutes, as my dick easily slipped and slid in and out because she was so wet. I grabbed her up by the hips and turned her over so that I was fucking her from behind. She was on all fours.

  I pulled her hair as she moaned with delight. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly, holding onto her tiny waist for grip and support. I knew I was close to orgasm. I wanted to time it perfectly so that we could come together.

  She cried out with moans of pleasure as I pushed myself deep inside of her, making a suctioning sound as my dick thrust between her swollen, pink pussy lips.

  “I think I’m going to come again,” she cried out in warning.

  I used all my concentration to make it there with her. I was sweating and panting as my dick made full, deep impacting penetration. At the same second that her moans turned into passionate desperation, that’s when I lost all control.

  My vision blurred and the cries of pleasure that expelled from my own throat were primal and unrecognizable. I groaned and pulled out of her as I was exploding with cum like a rocket booster.

  I drove hard into her when I came, going so deep that my seed shot straight to her cervix. I wanted to mark her as mine forever. I wanted her pregnant with my child.

  Afterward, she wrapped her arms around my neck and met my gaze with a gloriously beautiful smile that lit up my world with sunshine.

  “I was too rough,” I whispered.

  “No. It’s okay. That’s how I like it. I love the way you are,” she said and kissed my lips. “I think I love you. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”

  My heart warmed. “I hate goodbyes,” I blurted out. I knew she could probably hear the wounded pain in my voice. “I love you too, Alexis.”

  My heart was racing. I licked my lips and suddenly felt nervous for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted her to stay with me here in the mountains forever. We could have a perfect life together. We could have babies and live nestled and cozy in the woods.

  “I have to ask you something,” I told her.

  “Okay,” she said as excitement shimmered like glitter in her eyes.

  I took a deep breath. I needed to prepare myself. “Would you like to stay here with me in the mountains? We could make a life here together. I’d build a bigger cottage. Would you like that? I’d want you to marry me and have my children. I would take care of you always. You would never have to worry again.”

  She purred as she smiled fondly up into my eyes. “My sweet mountain man. I was hoping you’d ask me to stay here with you. I would love to.”

  As I hugged her, I felt the rush of relief in knowing that her loving embrace would be wrapped around my heart forever.

  Epilogue

  Alexis

  Four years later…

  I walked out onto the back porch, immediately captivated by the sight of my husband cradling our baby girl. She was already fast asleep, but that didn’t stop the love of my life from admiring her and doting on her while she slept.

  “She’s finally asleep,” I whispered.

  “Yes,” Erik replied, softly. “Took a while.”

  I smiled. “You’re a pro at putting our babies to sleep. And Angelica is going to be such a daddy’s girl. You just wait and see.”

  "Did Alexei give you any problems?" he asked, referring to our three-year-old son.

  “No, none at all. After our picnic adventure at the lake today, he was too tired for protests. He's so adventurous. He kept running out to the lake.”

  Erik chuckled. “Adventurous and ambitious. Sounds like someone else I know. Why do you think I named him after you?”

  I smiled. “He's also wild and fearful just like his daddy.” I yawned as a wave of nausea hit me.

  “Someone else is a little tired, aren’t we?” he asked, glanced up at me.

  I lowered my face down to his and kissed him on the lips. "Only a little."

  “Don’t worry, love. I’ll put you to sleep soon enough,” he teased.

  “Oh?” I giggled.

  Angelica yawned and made cute baby noises in her sleep. I took that as my cue to put her to bed. I held out my arms. "Let me take her."

  Erik handed her over to me, but when I turned to take her into the crib, he squeezed my ass possessively.

  I held back a giggle, but on the inside, I loved the way he paid so much attention to me and how he still worshipped my body. He made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

  I turned slightly and grinned. “I’ll be back,” I said with a
wink.

  I had convinced Erik that we could make it just fine in the little cottage for the first couple years, but after Alexei was born, Angelica followed soon after. We loved raising our babies so much that we agreed that we wanted more. Our new home was being built on the same tract of land where Erik first found me. I couldn’t wait to move in with our little family.

  I laid Angelica down in her crib. She looked so peaceful and loved. I was pleased at the beautiful babies Erik and I made together and eager at the prospect of having more children with him. No one would take my family away from me. I'd fight them like hell if they tried.

  I checked on Alexei once more before joining my husband again on the back porch.

  “Now…where were we?” I slipped in front of him and he wrapped his hands around my waist.

  He leaned forward and kissed my belly. "Here," he whispered. All I wore was a flimsy silk robe, so he had unfiltered access to my body. "And here." He kissed my mound and continued kissing me until my legs were weak.

  Unable to stand it any longer, I opened his fly and set his thick erection free. He moaned when I straddled him, opening myself to him so that I was seated on his cock all the way to the hilt.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned, and then kissed my lips.

  He kissed his way all the way down my throat and chest until his mouth landed on my breasts. My nipples were already engorged. The moment my milk began rolling down, he lapped it up quickly, moving from breast to breast.

  “Fuck…you’re the sweetest thing,” he mumbled as he sucked and licked.

  He grabbed my ass when I began to move and aided me in bouncing up and down on his big cock. I would never tire of him taking me over and over again. He made everything feel amazing. My orgasms came multiple times that night. I did nothing to hold back my cries of pleasure.

  “I love you, Alexis,” he declared. His face contorted as he fought to hold back his release to lengthen mine.

  “I love you too.”

  I ran my fingers through his hair and slid my pussy down on him over and over again. He held my hips still and thrust up into me. When he came, his seed shot into me like a geyser. He was hot and loaded. There was no doubt that I'd be pregnant again within the year. I came again, this time with him. We rode the waves of ecstasy until our heartbeats returned to normal, then he picked me up and carried me into our bedroom.

  “Get some rest, beautiful,” he said, pulling me into his chest.

  I wrapped my thigh around him possessively. Right before I closed my eyes, I said, “I’d be lost without you.”

  “And I’d be lost if I had never found you, love. Sweet dreams.”

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  Taken by Temptation Story Summary

  (Rugged Book Two)

  When Zaira's father does the unthinkable and hires a professional gambler and self-made millionaire to take over the finances at Svelte Technologies, she is less than pleased. On top of that, Zaira is forced to work with him. Her temper isn't the only thing growing hot when she can't agree with him. They were friends before until he scandalized and ended a marriage with his womanizing ways.

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  Despite Trent's bad boy reputation, Zaira melts under his heated stare when they're in the same room together. Yet, she refuses to let him play her like a game of cards. Her world gets complicated when she’s taken by temptation. Zaira will need more than book smarts to successfully escape a rogue.

  Chapter One

  Zaira’s laughter flowed toward Trent like a magnet, and he paused near the open glass pane doors to listen before following it inside the house. Aside from the partying, BBQ, and open bar, hearing Zaira’s voice had to have been the best moment of the block party. Actually seeing her would be the icing on the cake.

  Trent hadn’t crossed paths with the beautiful vixen in several months despite how much Marcus and Tanya talked about her. Somehow both he and Zaira always seemed to pick opposite days of the week to visit the couple. Or was she avoiding him? It had been too long since he last saw her, and Trent wanted to hear Zaira’s beautiful voice up, close, and personal.

  Right now he didn’t care if she refused to give him the time of day. If he could only have one moment to acknowledge that she was doing well that would make his night. Hell…he couldn’t even figure out why she kept giving him the cold shoulder anyway. What had he done to make her stay far away from him?

  As he entered the home, he didn’t see Zaira right away, but there was no mistaking that she was here. Trent grabbed a beer from the bar and looked around the room. There were about a dozen or so people inside celebrating as well but the ambiance was a lot more intimate than the area around the pool. The women outnumbered the men, but usually that was the way the brothers of Rugged Riders rolled. Especially on a night like this. This date marked the day of a new member’s initiation into R.R. It didn’t matter how trivial the occasion was. If there was an excuse to celebrate with women, booze, and food, there almost always was a gathering. They were a close-knit circle of brothers, commonly connected by blood or friendship—and sometimes both. R.R. was a family he’d always been proud to be a part of.

  A football game was being aired on the big screen television in front of three rows of theatre-style seating. The guys were getting riled up in their seats, yelling at a piece of plasma. The NFL season was in full swing and they all had their favorite teams to root for. Trent could conclude from the rolls of cash on a table nearby that there was live betting going on. Although betting was his fortay, he was in pursuit of something greater.

  On the other end of the basement was another wet bar where the cocktails and mixed drinks were being served by a couple of bartenders. Trent had not too long spoken with Drew, who’d recently inherited the mansion. Coincidentally his friend was the one who’d just been initiated. Amidst all the excitement was a pool table, but the active game was not what caught Trent’s immediate attention.

  As soon as Trent spotted Zaira in the room, there was not one person or thing there that could’ve swayed his attention from her. He hadn’t expected her to be here. She almost never attended any events anymore, not even the one’s where her father had been the host.

  Zaira Wright was bent over the pool table with a cue in her hand as she positioned herself to hit the ball. There were other spectators hanging around with cue sticks in what appeared to be a group game. It didn’t surprise Trent that the center of attention for the few R.R. brothers standing around the table was Zaira’s fine ass in a mini-skirt. He had this instant urge to barge in and snatch her away from roving eyes—an urge that he dispelled quickly given the circumstances.

  Zaira made a clean hit, striking one ball, and sending two others into separate pockets. Two women standing off to the side cheered her on and they gave each other high-fives.

  Zaira turned around and held her palm out to Nathan, a Texan R.R.. “Pay up.”

  Nathan chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “You’ve got good aim.” He put several bills in Zaira’s palm.

  Zaira was always up to something whenever she did attend the R.R. parties.

  “You’ve got good cash too.” She inspected the bills and then stuck them into the waistband of her skirt. “I proved you wrong. I nailed them both, so what else do you bet I can’t do?”
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  Zaira was known for getting kicks on trying to prove someone she was right or that someone else was wrong. She liked to be in control and from what Trent knew about her, this trait got Zaira her way lots of times…and it also got Zaira in trouble lots of times. Her father definitely had stories for days about her run-ins with the authorities and the like.

  “Finish the game. Nail them all,” Nathan said. “I bet you can’t do that.”

  Zaira gestured toward the table, a perfect eyebrow arched high in challenge. “Put your money down.”

  Nathan hesitated for a while until the two men behind him began to tease him. He took out a fresh twenty and laid it down on the corner of the table.

  Zaira doubled over in laughter. “Are you kidding me? You’re gonna have to come better than that. Bet your whole wallet.”

  Trent watched Nathan’s confident grin disappear, but with the other R.R. brothers urging him to put the entire contents of his wallet down to appease a woman’s challenge, he took the bait. He dropped his wallet on the edge of the table.

  In that moment, Trent looked up and his gaze locked with Zaira’s. Her eyes sparked instant recognition and something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint. She wore the perfect poker face as she sized him up.

  Trent took the opportunity and did the same. The flattering black mini skirt was not what attracted Trent to Zaira the most. He’d always had this infatuation to learn her from the inside out. It wasn’t a matter of if she would surrender control to him, but it was a matter of when.

  But first, he wanted to witness her game plan on the pool table. Trent gave her a nod to greet her silently, twisted the cap off his bottle, and let the cool beer slide down his throat. He lowered the bottle after a few swallows only to find her still glaring at him while chalking her stick.