BUCKED:The Mountain Man’s Babies(16)

I stand, anger coursing through me. Who is this motherfucker who thinks Rosie’s life has a price?

She is priceless. I knew that the moment I met her.

I pull her in my arms, and she sobs against me, her belly between us. Still, I can hold her close.

“But you left with your uncle’s men?” I ask, holding her against my chest.

“I had to, Buck. They are relentless.” She looks up at me. “They knew where I was, and they weren’t going to go home without me. The fight was over. They’d won. The last thing I wanted was to pull you and your wonderful parents into my mess.”

“Rosie, they are criminals. You’ve been with them this whole time?”

“That’s the thing, Buck. The moment I got back I knew the idea of telling my uncle that you’d made love to me was a mistake. This whole idea I hatched in a moment, was a bad one. If I told him I was no longer a virgin, he would have hunted you down.”

I shake my head. “But Rosie, clearly you’re not a virgin anymore,” I say looking at her stomach.

“Once I couldn’t hide it any longer, he took me to a doctor, who confirmed my pregnancy. I thought maybe it was an answer to prayer, the thing that would set me free.”

“It wasn’t?”

She wipes her eyes. “No, Buck. It wasn’t. I was pregnant but it didn’t solve my problems.”

My stomach drops, and I hope like hell what she tells me next is that I’m the father.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted. A wife and a child. And standing before me is everything on earth I desire.

I want this dream come true to be mine.

“My uncle told me that this pregnancy was better than a virgin bride. That he could get more money for a fetus than he could for my body. That’s the word he used, fetus. Like a child isn’t a living, breathing thing. So he didn’t toss me out on the street like I’d hoped. Suddenly I was more valuable than I’d ever been.”

My heart races. A baby. Rosie a mother.

Still, I wait for her to tell me the thing I need to know.

“I was biding my time, wanting to wait to leave until I was really close to delivery, thinking if I had the babies away from him, then we’d be safe. A doctor would never let me leave the hospital – with empty arms – against my wishes, and I could tell a social worker my story. That’s why I came here, now.”

Rosie has been through so much, and I hate that I have to ask, but I need to know.

“Rosie,” I start. “The baby, though. Who–”

She presses her hands to my mouth. “Don’t ask me that, Buck. The question breaks my heart, the idea that you’d think I had been with anyone else.” She shakes her head. “You’re the father, Buck. You. It’s only been you.”

My eyes are on Rosie, and I swear to God they will never falter. This pregnant woman is a fucking saint. Sent from heaven just for me. And I’ll worship her pussy everyday of my goddamned life.

I pull her in my arms, and I kiss her like I dreamt about for so long.

She left, sure, but she came back.

Rosie is my woman and I’ll make her my wife.





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Buck’s lips press against mine and I let his hands run down my back, to my ass.

“Oh God, woman,” he growls in my ear. “You look so fucking hot with your belly so round, your tits so big.”

I kiss his neck, the tears still wet on my cheeks. I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant with twins, I thought it would be way too much for him to accept. I’m just grateful a pregnancy isn’t scaring him away.

It’s actually the opposite. He wants me, badly. And I want him, worse.

“I’ve wanted this every day since I left,” I moan. “I’ve been dreaming of your hands on me, and in me, all over me. I’ve dreamed of you making love to me all day and all night.”

Inhaling him, I feel like I am home – he smells like fresh air and sunshine and flannel sheets and man. All man. A man who isn’t backing away, a man who is claiming me as his own.

He runs his hands over my hard nipples, plucking at them through my sweater. My pussy is so wet, so needy, and I press my hand against his groin, and moan at the hardness of his cock. The memory of the length, the girth, seared into my mind.

There is no way in hell I could have forgotten him and I hate that I ever left. That I ruined what should have been a blissful nine months of growing his babies. I had to leave, but God, I wish I hadn’t.

“Buck,” I groan. “I’m so sorry. It isn’t fair that you didn’t know about the pregnancy.”

“Shh,” he whispers, pulling my face back to his. “Let me kiss your tears away, let me make you happy you’re here, now.”