Teach Me Daddy: A Mountain Man’s Secret Baby Romance

by Hart, Rye

  He pulled me from the car and dragged me to his room, wasting no time in pressing his demanding lips against mine.

  I arched into him, clasping onto his shirt as I pulled him deeper into me. His hands roamed my body roughly, commanding my curves while our tongues battled for dominance. Then he spun me around and pressed me into a cold wooden desk in the corner, his hand flipping up my skirt to expose my soaking wet satin panties.

  I heard the rush of wind just before his hand cracked down onto my ass. I moaned, my legs pulling taut as he smacked his hand against my other ass cheek. My hands pressed into the cold wood, my body instinctively trying to get away, even as my silken fluids dribbled down the inside of my thighs. Again and again, his hand connected with my skin, burning it to a point where I thought my legs would give out from underneath me.

  Then, he ripped my whisper-thin panties from my body, the tattered satin falling to the floor while I heaved into the desk.

  My skin burned with pleasure. I was so turned on, I had no idea what to do with myself, but before I could make a move, Camillo stood me up and slammed his lips back onto mine.

  I moaned into his luscious pout as I threw my arms around his neck and, as his massive hands descended around the throbbing globe of my ass, my legs gave out from underneath me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY - CAMILLO

  The way her skin glowed red in the moonlight caused me to grow painfully hard. Her lips tasted of honey and powdered sugar, a combination that swirled in my head as she collapsed against my body. I lowered her to her knees, her body trembling as I finally released her sweet, swollen lips.

  I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my massive cock for her to see.

  “Suck,” I said.

  Without a second thought, she wrapped her hand around my dick as I looked down upon her beautiful face: the woman I’d been chasing in my mind all my life. She wrapped her lips around my cock and, instantly, I realized she had no idea what she was doing.

  I growled as my hand wrapped itself into her long, black tresses.

  “Smooth your tongue over the head. That’s it. Just like that.”

  Her cheeks hollowed out as she took all she could of me before she gagged and I couldn’t help but smirk at the sound. Oh, what a compliment that paid me as she wrenched her eyes closed and tried to do what she thought was right.

  “Listen to me, songbird. Squeeze your hand that’s wrapped around me while your lips suck my tip.”

  I watched her draw my cock out from between her lips before she stopped. I had to hold my hips at bay, resisting the urge to thrust all the way down her throat while she learned how to please me. Her hand squeezed around my thickness and I groaned, feeling my balls filling up with release while her hot spit dripped down my cock.

  “Wrap your tongue around it. Just like that.”

  Her mouth was learning me. Exploring me. Filling me with a warmth that was drawing my balls tight against my body. I wasn’t ready to spill into her. Not like this. I looked down upon her beautiful face as spit leaked out from the corner of her mouth and, in that moment, she captured my heart. This strong woman, with eyes the color of emeralds and skin the color of snow, was yielding to my every command and obeying my every word to fill me with a bliss I’d sought for years.

  She definitely deserved her reward.

  I pulled my cock from between her lips before I could climax down her throat. Her lips were swollen so perfectly with her efforts. I sat on the edge of my bed and I raised her to me, her legs straddling my lap as my hand lifted her skirt.

  I watched her beautiful pussy sink down onto me, my thickness stretching her while she moaned.

  “So tight,” I said, groaning. “So good.”

  I ripped her shirt above her head and wrenched her wrists behind her back. Her clothed breasts were in my face, taunting me with their sweetness while I nibbled at her skin. Her hips gyrated against mine, trying to find her natural rhythm while her walls clamped down around my dick.

  I thrust deeply into her, rendering her breathless as my cock grew thicker and thicker against her warm, wet walls.

  “Camillo. Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Beg,” I said. “Beg for what you desire.”

  “Please, make me come. I’ll do anything, Camillo. Just please. Let me have you one more time.”

  I pounded into her body, her juices splashing upon my skin as her arms pulled taut. I could feel her legs quaking while her pussy vibrated around me, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her as my balls pulled themselves up into my body.

  We came together, a swirling tidal wave of passion, sweat, and sin as my toes curled. My cock spilled into her, marking her mine while she panted and heaved for air. Her hips bucked wildly against me, riding out her own pleasure while my tight curls raked against her swollen clit.

  The moment she collapsed into me, we fell to the bed, panting, while her body instinctively curled against me.

  I watched as Rose’s eyes fluttered closed, her body glowing with the effort of her lust while I looked upon her in ecstasy. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon and I admired her more and more every day I spent with her. The passion between us was overpowering and the orgasms she gave me rendered me senseless. It was unlike anything I’d ever known in my lifetime, the way this beautiful, inexperienced princess made me feel, and I fell more and more in love with her every single day.

  We fell into a deep sleep, cuddled against one another until the morning sun poured through the window and my phone rang on the table next to the bed.

  I looked at the number and answered it, sitting up as I tucked my cock away. Rose was still sleeping in my bed, her hair spread among the white satin sheets while her breasts settled against her body. I cursed the person ruining my time with her and I was determined to let them know exactly how I felt about it.

  However, the voice that assaulted my eardrum boiled my blood and I stood up.

  “Hello, Camillo.”

  It was the head of the fucking Del Vecchio family.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me,” I said in a growl.

  Rose stirred. I had a feeling this conversation was going to be unsettling for her, so I quickly switched to speaking in Italian. The man on the other end of the line simply chuckled at me, which caused my blood to boil while my hand clamped down tightly around my cellphone.

  If I held it any tighter, it was probably going to break.

  “I saw your goons today,” I said. “You should pay someone with a little more intelligence to follow me.”

  “Smarts aren’t necessary to get the job done that I want,” he said. “However, they did inform me of a little girl you were carrying. She has your eyes, you know? And that little nephew of yours? It’s a shame what happened to his parents. Is he coping okay?”

  I felt my temper explode in my chest while I tried to contain my outer demeanor. Rose was slowly rubbing her eyes and searching the bed for me, so I knew I had to make this conversation quick. The last thing I wanted her to think was that she was being followed. That she was in danger because of me.

  Even though she was.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I asked as I kept my Italian tongue smooth.

  “It means I still haven’t paid you back for the death of my cousin, my brother, and my uncle. All the family you mowed down over the years, Camillo. You know what they say about karma.”

  “Both sides have seen their fair share of blood spilled, Del Vecchio,” I said. “But no one goes after children.”

  “Unfinished business has a way of… prompting desperate solutions. Just know I see you, Camillo. Know you can’t run and you sure as hell can’t hide.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - ROSE

  I woke up to the sounds of Camillo speaking beautiful Italian in my ear, but as I collected myself, I realized he wasn’t in bed. My body ached from last night. My shoulders and my ass screamed out for mercy as a smirk donned my face.

  How powerful the air had be
en between the two of us.

  But the increasingly gruff sound of his voice ripped me from my trance. He was speaking rapidly. Forcefully. Almost as if something was wrong. I reached for the nightstand where my purse and phone had been set, no doubt by Camillo after I’d fallen asleep last night. I checked my phone, making sure nothing was wrong with my family, but when I saw no one had called, I started wondering who he was talking to.

  I pulled the covers up over my body while Camillo paced the floor, his body shrouded by the darkened corners of his room, even as the sun rose steadily over the mountaintops. I scooted myself back toward the headboard, afraid of the way his voice sounded urgent and angry.

  I’d never seen Camillo upset before.

  He was a big man, a powerful man. The tone of his voice dropped while the volume of it rose and, soon, his body stiffened as his words shifted from Italian to English.

  And what he had to say brought terrified tears to my eyes.

  “I will fucking kill you. Do you understand? You touch her and I will exterminate you and your entire fucking family from the face of this planet. That is my vow to you.”

  I shook as I bunched the comforter up to my face. He hung up his cellphone and threw it across the room, causing it to shatter into pieces. I yelped against the headboard.

  I’d never seen him lose his cool like that before. I always saw the anger behind his eyes, but I never once imagined him being someone who would act upon it. I saw recognition behind his eyes, almost like he hadn’t even realized he’d started speaking English.

  His fiery eyes connected with mine as he drew in a few deep breaths through his nose, trying to calm himself down while his hands slowly unfurled from their fists.

  “Who was that?” I asked lightly.

  He shook his head and turned his back to me.

  Suddenly, I felt a rush of tension cascade through the air, the type of tension that signaled to me that I needed to run. I knew this man was trouble. What the hell had I been thinking?

  “I want to go home now,” I said as I slid from the bed.

  “Please stay,” he said.

  “No,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Take me home now, before I call someone to come get me.”

  His silence spoke volumes, so I grabbed my purse and my phone. I scrolled through and pulled up Cassie’s phone number. I strode through his cabin, trying to find my way out. The hallways seemed endless as I hit dead end after dead end and, just before I made it to the kitchen, I felt Camillo’s hand hook into my arm.

  “Please,” he said as he whipped me around. “Just stay a little while longer.”

  “You’re hiding things and that doesn’t work for me. It’s not just us anymore, Camillo. This isn’t three years ago and you’re not some mysterious, dark prince who’s swept me off my feet. I have a family to protect and take care of.”

  “And I don’t?” he asked.

  “For a man who tells me he does, you sure aren’t being very forthcoming with your protection.”

  I wrenched my hand from his grasp and took a step back from him. He lurched forward, grasping my arms as he led me over to the kitchen table. He sat me down, pulling up a chair before he sat and put his hands on my knees.

  His fingertips massaged my skin, bleeding a warmth into my muscles that I wished would just go away.

  “I have enemies, Rose,” he said. “Because of the life I used to live. I’m a very rich and very influential man and I thought my riches could hide me. But I’m realizing I was wrong about that.”

  “The car you chased after yesterday,” I said.

  He nodded.

  I turned my eyes away from him as tears rose to them. I didn’t want him to see my weakness. I didn’t want him to see my fear. I didn’t want him to see the pain in my eyes as the fantasy I’d quickly built for myself came crashing down.

  There was no way we could be together. Ever.

  “They know about Ana,” he said.

  “Excuse me?” I asked. “Who knows about Ana?”

  “A rival family. One that’s chased after us for decades. That phone call was them, trying to use that knowledge against me. To try and draw me out.”

  Nope. No, no, no. This had gone far enough. Now, he was talking about people threatening my daughter and I wasn’t going to stand for this.

  Not one bit.

  “Take me home. Now.”

  “Rose, just listen.”

  “I need to know they’re safe!” I shrieked.

  I stood up from the chair and backed away from him. His eyes connected hard with me, his body slowly standing tall while the shadows of his home played off his burly features. His icy blue eyes and that beard that had tickled my skin all night. Those beautiful lips I’d probably never kiss again and those rough hands that pinned me down for his own taking.

  How stupid I had been to think this could work.

  “Let me grab my keys,” he said.

  We got into his truck and sped back to my house. The roads were icy, and the snow was still coming down, but not once did Camillo let up. My head was swirling with a million thoughts as I tried calling Cassie again. Had someone come to the house? Did someone have my family? Why the hell was she not picking up her phone!?

  “I’m so sorry, Rose,” Camillo said. “I’m sorry I got you tangled up in all this.”

  “Tell that to Ana,” I said flatly.

  All I wanted to do was get home and make sure Ana was okay. He didn’t even get the truck stopped in the driveway before I barreled into the house. I ran up the stairs, taking them two by two while my purse and my phone tumbled down the stairs.

  The moment I skidded into Ana’s room and saw her sleeping soundly was the moment I collapsed into a fit of despair and sobbed.

  Suddenly, I felt my body being lifted. I felt something strong and warm against my skin as I was carried out of my daughter’s room. I was being settled into my bed, my body being covered before a warm pair of lips descended onto my throbbing temple.

  “Let me go check on everyone else,” Camillo said.

  I cried while he checked on the rest of the family. Everyone was sound asleep, the boys in Kevin’s room and the nanny sleeping in Cassie’s. I curled into my pillow and soaked it with my tears. Tears of sorrow and anguish and fear. Tears of embarrassment and anger and weakness. How I lost myself in him again, I had no idea. But I knew I couldn’t do it again.

  I couldn’t allow him to bring this sort of danger into our lives.

  “Talk to me,” Camillo said as he sat down next to me. “Say something.”

  “I can’t take living in fear like this,” I said.

  “I will protect you,” he said. “All of you. Your family is my family now and no one is going to get away with hurting any of you.”

  “You can’t guarantee that, Camillo,” I said. “You’re just one man.”

  “No one would dare cross me,” he said as his voice darkened.

  “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I said, sighing.

  I felt his arms yank me upright before he pulled me into his body. I could feel him trembling, his own fear taking over, even as he tried to comfort me. I tried pushing away from him. I tried getting away from the beautiful comfort I felt in the arms of this dangerous man. But the more I fought, the tighter he clung and, soon, I felt the whole of me giving way to him as my tears soaked his shirt.

  “I will keep you safe,” he said as he pressed a kiss into my head. “That is my vow to you. I will keep you all safe.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - CAMILLO

  I hated involving her in my bullshit. I was a fool to think I could leave my old life and expect it not to follow me here. And, now, I’d put the only family I had in my life at risk. My own flesh and blood. My beautiful, thriving daughter. My innocent songbird who’d stolen my heart and captured my soul from the moment she first popped up onto my camera.

  All of it at risk because of my idiocy.

  I had to make things right. I had to make
sure my family was safe. So long as the Del Vecchio family knew they were here, they would never stop. They would never be safe.

  “You’re coming with me,” I said as I got up from Rose’s bed. “Get packing.”

  “Excuse me?” she asked.

  “I have a private place where you and Ana can stay. You’re coming with me.”

  “Not on your life,” she said.

  I turned toward her and I could see the wildfire blazing behind her eyes. I could see how confused she was and I realized how absolutely insane I was for ordering her to run away with me. She had a life. A job. A roommate and a brother to take care of.

  “Fine,” I said. “They can all come, too. Get them all up. We’re leaving in an hour.”

  “We’re going nowhere,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere with you and that’s the end of that.”

  “You’ll do as I say,” I said, my voice lowering to command her attention.

  “That shit only works in bed and you know it.”

  I tried to pull her into my arms, to get her to understand that this was for the best but she fought me. She clawed at my arms and wiggled away from my grasp, tumbling off the side of the bed before she hopped onto her feet. She grabbed the small lamp on her nightstand and held it above her head, ready to attack me if I came after her again.

  “I can’t just uproot my life and leave my house,” she said, trembling. “I can’t just leave my job and risk my only source of income because you’re the one that made a mistake.”

  “But you can’t stay here,” I said. “Not any longer. They know you’re here.”

  “And whose fault is that?”

  “I can’t risk you being in danger. I have to handle the men that have threatened my family and I will. But you aren’t safe here. I can get you safe. All of you. But you have to come with me.”