Mountain Man''s Secret Baby (Mountain Men of Liberty)
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“That’s Chance,” Christopher said. “My dad’s youngest brother. And that’s my aunt, Emily. As you can tell, we’re pretty close in age. And with them is—”
Before he could finish, the older woman said, “Everyone just calls me ‘Mama G’ – you go ahead and do the same, my dear.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mama G,” I said, offering my hand to her first. She seemed pleased and offered me a firm shake in return. I was stunned by the sturdy grip in the petite older woman’s greeting.
“Your dad is around here… somewhere,” Mama G said to Christopher.
I started to feel those pesky butterflies in my stomach again.
“You’re earlier than expected, and he wanted to fix something in the stables before you arrived.”
“Oh...it’s fine,” Christopher said dryly, brushing it off. “We’ll see him eventually I guess.”
“Oh yes, of course.” Mama G offered a friendly smile with a look of reassurance to her grandson. She had to have known about the friction between them.
Mama G was nearing seventy, but you wouldn’t have guessed it. She looked tiny next to her giant sons. She was even smaller than me, and I was rather petite at around 5’4”. My guess was Mama G had to be around five feet even, if that. How she managed to have giants for sons was beyond me and God bless her for carrying each one of them for nine months at a time with her small frame.
“Can we get some help with the luggage?” Christopher asked, pointing toward the car.
“Sure thing,” Wyatt said.
All three of them followed us to the car. Christopher opened the trunk of the car just as someone behind us let out a snort. “Are you stayin’ for a week or moving in?”
As I turned around, I saw that my instincts were right and it was Christopher’s father in the flesh.
My heart jumped into my throat.
The oldest of the Walker men, Silas. The man was no doubt the same one in the picture, and somehow managed to be even hotter in person.
Looking at him for the first time in person, my cheeks started to feel warm and I was losing confidence in my ability to stand up right.
I couldn’t help but scan his features all over again. He had the same chiselled features as Christopher and dark, mysterious eyes. He looked like an older, more rugged version of my closest friend.
If anyone thought the others were handsome, well, Christopher’s dad took the cake.
He was tall, a shearling jacket over his wide, V-shaped upper body, a white T-shirt on underneath with the hint of solid pecs peeking out from the top.
And his face… so freaking handsome.
He had those same steely eyes, that wide jaw.
He was all man, through and through.
Reminding me of one of those Marlboro cowboys from those old ads, the kind who’d be gazing off into the sunset – except without the gross cigarette.
My pussy clenched at the sight of him, my eyes going down to his big, strong hands as I wondered what it’d be like to have him put them all over my body.
In person, I could make out that his face wasn’t baby smooth like his son’s. He had a trimmed, dark beard with greys sprinkled throughout. His hair was cut short, close to his head, and the same dark brown as Christopher’s but with greys there as well.
His eyes met mine, and I felt as though my heart stopped. I dropped the bag I’d lifted from the trunk.
Smooth. Just smooth.
“Hi, Dad,” Christopher said, rolling his eyes my direction so only I could see him. The gesture was a little much, but I didn’t say anything.
His father stepped closer to us and stopped, never taking his eyes off me. “Welcome home, son.”
He then proceeded to pick up the bag I’d dropped like a fool.
“Sorry. Molly, this is my dad. Dad, this is Molly.”
“Call me Silas,” his father offered, his voiced moved through me in a way I shouldn’t have enjoyed, but I did. It was like it was deep and bass-filled enough that I could feel it in my bones.
And there was something powerful and intimidating about him, a strength he projected without even having to try.
I’d never been the type of girl to blush, but I was helpless standing there before him and looking back into his deep eyes, I was helpless.
I’d hoped he hadn’t notice the rush of warm hue to my cheeks.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Walker.”
“Ma’am, its Silas. My dad was Mr. Walker,” he said, his voice feeling like it could shake the earth at our feet. He offered the slightest hint of a grin.
“Sorry. Silas.”
I’d never had any trouble speaking before, but my voice seemed to catch in my throat and my words came out like croaks. I cleared my throat, hoping that would help.
“I’m pleased to finally meet you. Christopher rarely has many words to share, unless it has to do with you,” Silas said, with a sexy chuckle.
“Thank you,” I said, not sure if I actually said the words or merely whispered them into the air.
Or in my damn head.
To avoid standing there looking like a complete and total fool, I reached into the trunk and grabbed the only bag left - my makeup case.
“Aren’t you going to help her, kid?”
“Sorry,” Christopher said, his arms already full with his own bags.
“It’s fine. I’ve got this,” I said,
Silas sighed and extended his arm towards me.
“Please, I’ve got it. No woman will carry her own bags while I’m around.”
Damn that was hot.
I couldn’t help but appreciate my best friend dad’s southern chivalry.
Still, I felt like a complete asshole for checking him out.
Bags in hand, Silas turned and headed back toward the house.
His ass in those jeans was something dreams were made of. I had to check to make sure I wasn’t drooling.
Cowboy… take me awayyyy. The damn song played in my head again– and at this point I had no doubt it would be playing on repeat.
“Molly, you coming?” Christopher asked, taking me out of my reverie.
“On my way,” I stammered, hurrying to follow him.
He gave me an odd look as I joined him at his side, walking into the house. The inside was just as impressive as the outside, if not more so.
There was a spiral staircase that looked like something from a southern plantation. We walked up those stairs, following Silas and his brothers.
I was practically too distracted by the view of Silas walking to notice the backdrop but somehow managed to take in both exquisite views.
We reached the second floor that had a hallway with so many rooms it almost felt like a maze leading to Christopher’s old bedroom. The house was something else. We were in a Texas log cabin, sure, but on the inside, it felt more like something out of antebellum South Carolina.
Gorgeous, patterned wallpaper was on both sides of us, paintings of landscapes here and there in the halls. And the house had a handmade feel to it, like it’d been built by someone with love, someone who really cared about making a home.
I’d gotten so used to ultra-modern condos in New York built for anonymous rich folk that I’d almost forgotten people used to construct homes themselves, with their families in mind.
“You two can stay here,” Mama G said, smiling sweetly. I had no idea she was still behind us, that she’d made the trek up the stairs.
“Thank you,” I said, even though it hadn’t been necessary.
Silas opened the door and we all stepped inside. And I was just amazed that we could all fit into one bedroom.
But we did.
Quite comfortably.
“This room is bigger than our apartment, I swear,” I said, taken by surprise.
“Sure does,” Christopher grumbled. “Thanks guys. We’d like a chance to relax a bit, if that’s okay? It’s been a long trip.”
“Of course,” Mama G said, taking Silas’ arm. The ot
her brothers had already put the bags down and shuffled into the hallway, but Silas seemed to be standing there in protest. He had warmth to his eyes as he looked at Christopher.
Something told me he missed his son deeply, but struggled to say the right words.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour, Christopher. Can you please let our guest know how everything works?”
“How everything works?” I asked, confused.
“Mama G rings a bell when dinner’s ready,” Christopher told me. “We all eat together. It’s kind of a thing around here.”
I smiled brightly at her and said, “I’m looking forward to it.”
Mama G gave me a wink, and then proceeded to pulled Silas from the room, shutting the door behind them and leaving me alone with Christopher.
“Finally,” he said, collapsing on the bed. “I thought they’d never leave.”
“They seem nice,” I said. “Your grandmother is super sweet and…”
“And my dad’s uptight, right?”
“Well, I don’t know him enough to say but I can feel the tension between you two. And I guess he has a bit of a straight forward side to him.”
I didn’t mention how I could get over his rough side, on account of how his ass fit in those jeans. If I was honest, I was surprisingly intrigued by his dad’s personality. It was hot to see a man take control like that. And coming from an independent city girl that was saying a lot.
I kept my mouth shut because mentioning all that wasn’t quite appropriate in that very moment.
I sat down on the bed beside Christopher. “Just so you know, I’m a bit of a bed hog.”
“I know, I’ve seen you in your bed,” he said. “I never knew such a small girl could take up so much room until I met you.”
I punched his arm playfully. “Hey, now…”
He rolled over and pulled out his phone. A smile spread across his face, then he began typing away.
I rolled over with him, lying beside him. “What’s with the grin?”
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