Hawk Valley Mountain Men Box Set

by Mazzy King

  I continue rubbing her shoulders. With each press of my fingers, I feel her body uncoil. She leans her head against my shoulder, sighing deeply.

  “That feels great,” she murmurs. “I could fall asleep standing up.”

  “Let’s lay down. We have a few hours before the party.”

  My mind immediately goes to all the fun things we could do in those few hours, but I shut them down. Rest. She needs rest.

  However, my dick seems to really like that idea and decides to run with it.

  As I’m pressed to Leila’s backside, she notices it too.

  She peers at me over her shoulder. “Really?”

  I give her a sheepish grin, slowly poking my hips backward away from her. “Sorry. I know. You need rest, and—”

  “Okay,” she says breathlessly, grabbing my hips and pulling them back toward her. “Yes. I want it. Let’s do it.”

  I blink. “Let’s…do what?”

  She glares at me. “It.”

  “It?”

  Leila bares her teeth. “Fuck me, Forrest.”

  She’s kind of mean. But also really, really sexy, and the way she pushes her ass against my cock doesn’t help.

  “I’m not sure it’s…safe,” I tell her, but I can’t keep my hands from her heavy breasts.

  “The doctor said sex is perfectly fine,” she says breathlessly, arching her breasts into my hands and reaching back to squeeze my dick. “Just give it to me, Forrest!”

  And now we’re at the point of no return. I growl. “Couch or bed?”

  Leila takes the hint, leaning back and turning her head toward mine. “Our bed.”

  I capture her lips with mine, feeling relief and insane desire flooding through me, and whisk her off to our bedroom. She’s been too tired for sex for a while now, and I felt like I’d be a bastard for asking, but I could not be more grateful right now.

  She rips off her sweater dress and I unbuckle my jeans. My mouth waters at the sight of her naked pregnant body. Her full breasts, round stomach with our baby, and thick thighs make my cock weep with need.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I breathe as she climbs onto our big bed. “Now spread those thighs.”

  Her eyes glow with excitement as she complies.

  I devour her sweet pussy, licking and sucking noisily.

  “Oh, shit,” she cries, her head falling back. “Baby, that’s so good!”

  I grip her thighs, pushing them apart to open her pussy and sliding in my tongue. It takes her no time at all to burst in my mouth, her body quaking.

  I scoot up next to her in a spoon position. “Like this, or on your knees?”

  “Like this,” she gasps.

  I grab her hip and slip into her slowly. It’s felt like forever since I was here.

  “Fuck, Lei,” I moan, stroking into her hard and deep as she holds onto the headboard for dear life. Then I pause. “Am I hurting you?” Or worse—our daughter.

  “No! Don’t stop,” she cries. “I’m close! Faster.”

  Oh, shit. Whoops. I kick my ass into gear and tighten my grip on her hip. If this is what she needs, then I’m damn sure going to oblige.

  I gather all of my self-control and focus on her moans as they build. Her hips slam back against me. The sight of her round, delicious ass rippling with every stroke threatens to undo me completely, but I have to hang on.

  “Oh, god!” she cries, her body tensing as the force of her climax slams into her.

  I let myself go then. I was barely hanging on by a thread, anyway. I slam into her one more time as my own pleasure swallows me whole and I empty myself into her.

  I rest my forehead on her shoulder as we both catch our breath. All I want to do is go to sleep now, with Leila in my arms, one hand on her belly.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs sleepily. “That’s exactly what I needed.”

  I kiss her neck, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “Me too. Come on. We have a little time to nap.”

  “Okay.” No arguments now. “I just have to go to the bathroom first.”

  I help her out of bed, then wait until she comes back to help her back in. But she doesn’t come back.

  “Lei, you all right?”

  “Um…”

  Immediately I grab my underwear and yank it on, then barge into the bathroom. She’s standing at the sink.

  There’s a puddle at her feet.

  “Oh.” I blink. “That’s okay, babe. Bladder control is hard at this point. I’ll clean it up.”

  “No, I already went.” She puts a hand on her belly and winces. “Forrest, I think my water broke.”

  My heart lurches into my throat. My mind whirls as I try to remember what to do. There was a whole routine.

  “Time to go to the hospital, baby,” she says calmly, though there’s a slight tremor in her voice. “Let’s get dressed. My bag is already in your truck.”

  “Right.” I’m on the verge of panicking. I help her get dressed, then put on my clothes at record speed. In five minutes, I’m loading her into my truck. She lets out a low moan.

  I rest my hands on her thigh, staring up into her face as it bunches with pain. “Breathe, honey,” I say. “Is it bad?”

  She pushes a sharp breath through her teeth. After a moment she says, “I’m all right.”

  Fuck. It’s bad.

  I race around to my side and jump behind the wheel. The truck’s already running thanks to my remote starter, so I yank on my seat belt. I’m about to back out of the drive and head to Hawk Valley Hospital when Leila touches my hand and gives me a smile.

  “Hey.” She tugs me close. “I think we’re having a baby, Daddy.”

  I huff out a laugh and kiss her. “I think we are. Now let me get you there safe and sound.”

  “Okay.”

  She leans back in her seat and does her breathing exercises. I pull my cell phone out and dictate a text message to all my friends in town:

  Not going to be able to make the party. En route to hospital.

  Having a baby!

  4 | Loch & Ava

  Loch

  I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gazing up at my wife as she rides me, both hands planted on my chest. Her thick, delicious thighs are snug on either side of my body, and my hands rove everywhere—thighs, hips, ass, breasts.

  This is definitely unscheduled playtime, especially since she has to be at Asher and Stephanie’s in thirty minutes to take some family holiday pictures for them and then we’re all going to Stone and Evelyn’s Christmas party.

  But Ava looked so yummy in her bra and panties as she poked through our closet that I couldn’t keep my hands off her. A few kisses turned into a deep makeout session, and that turned into me on my knees in front of her, the crotch of her panties pulled to the side while I ate her until she came hard on my tongue.

  She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the day I found her on the hiking trail will forever be one of the greatest days of my life, to be rivaled only by the day we exchanged wedding vows…and the special day last week, when we found out we’re expecting a baby in the summer.

  I was content to taste her and let her go about her business. But my greedy little wife ordered me onto the bed, straddled my hips, and started riding me with abandon.

  I was not about to argue with that.

  “You better be close,” I tell her in a husky voice. “’Cause you’re gonna make me come, riding me with that tight, wet pussy.” A tight, wet pussy that has only ever been mine. That thought brings me even closer to the brink.

  She loves it when I talk dirty and lets out a little moan. “Yes, baby. I’m so close. I’m gonna come all over your big, hard cock.”

  Fuck. The love of dirty talk definitely goes both ways.

  I grit my teeth as she fucks me harder, her luscious tits in my face. I latch onto her left nipple, teasing and licking and sucking, and then she comes with a loud cry, splashing my lap with her juice.

  I can finally unleash my self-control.
I grab her hips and push up hard into her, growling my own release as I paint her walls with my cum.

  She drapes herself over me as we come down. “Fuck, Loch.”

  “Yes. You should plan to do that every single day.”

  Ava laughs and swats me. “Every day you’re home, that is.”

  A flash of guilt goes through me. I was gone a lot this fall, including over Thanksgiving, but it was to ensure I’d be home for Christmas. She’s been a real trooper through it all, and I’m glad we have our friends around to keep her company. Our new golden doodle puppy, Sundae, also definitely helps Ava from getting lonesome.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I say, folding my arms around her. “Things are going to slow down after the New Year. I promise. I’m going to be there every step of the way for you and the baby.”

  She kisses my nose, then my lips. “I know. I love you.” Then she climbs off me. “I have to get going!”

  I lie back, pillowing my head on my hands, watching her race around the room to get dressed. She kisses me quickly, hollering, “See you in a little bit,” over her shoulder. The front door opens, then slams shut.

  Sundae, who hid in the bathroom while Ava and I made love, creeps out after Ava leaves to cuddle with me on the bed. I drape an arm over her and bury my face in her soft golden fur. She snores contentedly beside me.

  Post-orgasm drowsiness and extreme relaxation creep over me, and I give in. I’ve noticed that with Ava around, my nightmares and stress lessen. And after a bout of our excellent sex, I relax in a way I never did before her.

  Sometime later, the buzz of my phone pierces the veil of my sleep, but I register it only distantly and fall back asleep quickly.

  Then, the beeping of our security alarm pulls me out of sleep. I sit up straight and so does Sundae, alert.

  “Babe?” Ava calls, but there’s a note of excitement in her voice that almost borders on panic.

  Sundae barks, wagging her tail. A moment later Ava hurries into the bedroom. I glance at the clock—it’s only been thirty minutes since she left.

  “That was fast,” I say, rubbing a fist in my eye.

  “Did you get Forrest’s message?” she demands.

  “No,” I say. Apparently something’s up. I reach for my phone, and sure enough, there’s a text from Forrest. Did he send something to everybody?

  “Read it!” Ava exclaims.

  I open my text app to read his message. It’s addressed to all of us.

  Not going to be able to make the party. En route to hospital.

  Having a baby!

  “Oh, shit!” I say, swinging my legs out of the bed. “What do we do?”

  “I don’t know.” Ava paces. “It feels intrusive to just go without being invited, but…I really want to be there for them.”

  At that moment, both of our phones start pinging with messages from everyone.

  How exciting!

  What should we do?

  Should we go set up camp there?

  She could be in labor for a while.

  Has anyone talked to Forrest yet?

  What should we do?!?!

  “This totally beats a Christmas party, even though they were looking forward to it,” Ava says with a sigh. “Leila was just telling me the other day how much she wanted to get out of the house and see everyone.

  I think about my buddy, having one of the greatest experiences of his natural life. I think about how close our tight-knit group has gotten.

  I look at Ava. “Let me make a couple calls.”

  5 | Stone & Evelyn

  Stone

  “That was your phone,” Evelyn murmurs, her fingers knotted in my hair. “Are you going to get that?” Then she tips her head back, letting out a soft, shuddering moan.

  I suckle her clit with leisurely pulls of my lips before answering. “Fuck that phone. I’m busy making my wife come.” I slowly slide my tongue through her slit the way she loves, earning another moan.

  “And you’re doing such a good job,” she breathes. Her body tenses. “Oh, fuck, Stone, don’t stop!”

  There are probably other things we should be doing right now besides having sex—like finalizing preparations for our little holiday shindig tonight. But seeing Evelyn in a towel, fresh from the shower, always turns me into a cave man, and I decided right then and there I had to have her.

  I eat her ravenously until she bursts against my mouth. Without a word, I stand and tug her to the edge of the bed. She gazes up at me as I spread her thighs. My abs flex as I breach her slowly, both of us moaning softly.

  For a while, the only sounds are my hips meeting hers with hard, deep strokes and our gasps and pants and moans. I drape her knees over my forearms, then push them back to her chest so I can get even deeper inside her. We lock eyes and hold each other’s gaze as I bring us to our shuddering finish.

  I drop forward, resting my palms on either side of her head, struggling to catch my breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, wife.”

  “I hope so,” she purrs. I lower my mouth to hers and we lose ourselves in deep, wet kisses.

  My dick, still seated deeply inside her, twitches with interest. Evelyn loves when we go for round two when I’m still inside her. She says the feeling of my cock hardening and stretching her is incredibly pleasurable.

  But before I can get all the way there, my phone rings. Not a text notification—an actual phone call.

  “You should get that.” She places her hands on my chest. “You are a CEO, after all. It could be important.”

  “I gave the company and all of my colleagues strict instructions to fuck off for the holiday season,” I grumble, withdrawing from her warm, luscious body reluctantly. I peer at my phone. “It’s Loch.”

  “Okay. I’m going to run to the bathroom.” Evelyn crawls off the bed and I give her bare ass a hearty smack as she runs past, loving the way her flesh ripples.

  “Make it quick,” I say by way of answer, my eyes still glued to Evelyn’s ass as she disappears into the bathroom. “I’ve got my hands full.”

  “I take it you didn’t see Forrest’s message.”

  I frown. “No, I didn’t. I…had my hands full.”

  “I’m sure you did.” I hear the smirk in his voice. “Leila’s water broke. They’re in labor.”

  “Oh, shit!” I run a hand over my hair. “Wow. Okay. What—what should we do?”

  “That’s what I’m calling for. I know we were going to come to your place for a Christmas party, but…we thought it’d be better if we set up camp at the hospital, at least until we get an idea of how things are coming along. You know, lend them some moral support and let them know we’re here for them.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” I say, nodding. “That’s a great idea.”

  “Let’s meet at the hospital in a couple hours, give them some time to get settled.”

  “Sounds good. Thanks for the call, man. I was only kidding when I answered.”

  “Sure you were.” Loch chuckles. “See you soon.”

  I hang up with him and toss my phone on the bed. “Ev!”

  Hannah Marie Thornton was born forty-four minutes after Loch and I hung up. Not even an hour after our conversation, Leila and Forrest’s five-pound-two-ounce, sixteen-inch-long daughter came screaming into the world on December nineteenth, determined to begin her life outside the womb no matter what. Evelyn joked Hannah was just impatient to have her first Christmas, since she’s got four sets of aunts and uncles waiting to spoil her rotten.

  We arrive at the hospital. Savannah has her acoustic guitar, Ava has her camera, and Stephanie holds a large white box with a clear plastic lid. Inside is a sheet cake. I glance over at Evelyn, who holds a basket of goodies we planned to serve at the party, and grin.

  Loch’s idea to bring the party to Forrest, Leila, and Hannah was a perfect one. We don’t need a fancy cabin and a roaring fire to celebrate the holidays. We just need each other, our big family.

  That’s a lesson that took me a while to learn, a
nd I’m glad I came down from the top of the mountain to learn it. These men are my brothers. Their wives, my sisters.

  It’s a couple of hours before a nurse lets us in to see the happy family. Leila looks exhausted, but totally radiant. And Forrest, cuddling his new daughter swaddled in her blankets, looks scared shitless.

  “She has to go to NICU soon,” he says quietly. “Since she’s four weeks early.”

  “Just for a little while,” Leila says, smiling at him. “She’ll be okay.” She glances at us. “I hope you don’t mind, but the doctor only wants me and Forrest and the nurses to touch her for now.”

  “Of course,” Stephanie says, smiling tearily. “We’ll all have plenty of time to snuggle her.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to get in line,” Clay says, and everybody laughs.

  We take turns checking out Hannah’s little angelic face and bright eyes. She stares up at each of us as if we’re the oddest-looking things she’s ever seen, which, given her frame of reference, we probably are.

  The nurse comes in, smiling at each of us, and carefully takes the baby. “Just for a little bit,” he says to Leila and Forrest. “She’s doing great. She’s early, but she’s strong.”

  “Take care of my baby,” Leila says.

  “With my life,” the nurse says simply, and I believe him. He nods at us and heads out.

  “Leila’s tough as hell,” Forrest says with pride. “No epidural. No painkillers at all.”

  “Damn.” Asher lifts his brows, impressed. “I always knew you were stronger than Thornton, but this proves it.”

  “Don’t give me too much credit.” She winces. “That’s only because I didn’t have time. Hannah damn near fell out of me.”

  “How’re you feeling now?” Savannah asks, putting a hand on Leila’s foot.

  She smiles. “I’m on the good stuff now, so I feel pretty decent. Hungry.”

  “Good thing we brought provisions.” I hoist the big basket of snacks in the air. “It’s no feast, but there’s plenty to go around.”