Bucked: The Mountain Man's Babies(25)

I swallow his seed, loving the way he tastes, too, and I pull him from my mouth wanting his come on my breasts, on my nipples. Wanting to be coated in my husband, in the father of my children.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Buck groans, coming in ribbons of sky cream on my tits. He presses a finger in my pussy, thrusting deep against my g-spot as I come harder and harder, until I am gasping for breath.

I fall over in the bed, completely undone.

“What the hell was that, Buck?” I grin in the darkness. “You just completely finger fucked me. The sheets are soaked.”

“My darlin’ loves nothing more than to get her pussy pounded.”

We stop laughing, eventually, and catch our breath.

The lights are off; the house is quiet besides our blissed out sighs of contentment. Buck runs his hand over the soft hair between my legs. “You make me so happy, Rosie,” he whispers in the dark.

“Can I make you happier?” I ask, cupping his balls, just the way he likes.

“I just got to lick your perfect cunt for a solid hour, I think that was my birthday, Christmas and anniversary gift all wrapped into one.”

I crawl closer to him, tracing the deer tattoo on his chest. “Nope. I have something else to give you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmhhmm.” I kiss his collarbone, his ear. I kiss his lips, his nose. I love Buck so completely, so fully. Want to make him the happiest man on earth. I pull up, and straddle him, and then taking his hands and resting them below my belly button.

“I’m pregnant, Buck.”

Even in the darkness, I swear I can see his smile beaming bright.

It brings tears to my eyes.

“Don’t cry, Rosie,” he says, bringing his hands to my face.

I hold his hand against my cheek. “No, baby, they are tears of joy. All the things we missed last time, when we were apart, this time, we can share. This time we can have these firsts together.”

He pulls me to him, and he kisses me deeply, our bodies colliding, our hearts one. I lay on his chest, cradled in his arms, our new baby between us.

I have a house that is a home, a man who is mine, and three children to watch grow.

Buck is my mountain man, but he is also my forever.





TIMBER (Jax and Harper’s Story!)





JAX



I've been called wild. Dirty. Untamed.

I moved to the woods to get away from the bullsh*t of the city. People there don't understand a man like me.
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I work hard, and my hands are as calloused as my heart.

And nothing's gonna change that.

But now I've met Harper.

And my whole f*cking world has changed.

But this girl keeps running.

I need to make her stay because she's having my baby.

I'm gonna make sure my c*ck is the only one she ever needs again.



HARPER



I never expected my fiancé to break things off.

I'd saved myself for my wedding night, and now I'm left wondering why.

Needing to get away, I ran to my uncle's cabin in the woods.

But a storm has left me stranded on Jax's doorstep, and soon enough he takes me in his arms.

And on the floor. And on the table. And in the great outdoors.

Our time together has left me with a big problem ... a problem a wild man like him can't fix.

A problem that makes me run ... because I need a man who believes in true love and commitment.

I need a man who is ready to be a father.



WARNING: This story contains an untamed man who takes a virgin. Please don't read if you're not ready to reach for that vibrator under your pillow. If the batteries are out, your own hand will do.

No shame, babycakes. Enjoy this steamy story! You deserve it.





Chapter One





JAX


I swing down against the trunk a final time before getting out of the way. I call out to Buck, making sure he moves.

My dog, Jameson, barks wildly as he watches the swaying pine.

The tree falls with a strong, heavy rush that sends a chill over my skin.

It happens every time.

I feel most alive when I've taken something, using my own hands, and brought it to the ground.

I used to do that with women. There was nothing I liked more than fucking a woman I'd just met, giving them my solid wood, something they would remember. Then they could go home to their pansy-ass boyfriend or husband, and think of my trunk when someone else tried to get them off.

But then things changed. Fucking a woman I didn’t know got me in trouble.

With everyone.

And I had to get the fuck out of town.

I moved out of the city a few months ago, and I haven’t looked back. I came out here, to the dense forest.

The only thing I miss about life back in Coeur d'Alene is the women. While I find a lot of raccoons in these parts, good pussy isn't as common as it was back home.

Now, instead of taking a woman hard and fast, I swing my axe. Some guys might use a chainsaw, but I like the feel of the blade biting into the wood. The power in each stroke.