Baby For The Mountain Man

by Nicole Elliot

  “Chloe, you’re too good. Damn. Keep it like that.”

  His evident pleasure gave me an immense sense of power. I loved being in control and making him feel like this. And he tasted so good.

  “Okay, if you don’t stop doing it right now, I’m going to cum before I even had you.”

  He pulled me up to my feet and picked me up again, leading me to the nearest wall. “I can’t wait anymore,” he said and pressed me against the wall, positioning his cock at my entrance. “I need to fuck you right now.” He plunged into me, settling himself fully inside, and started his quick pace.

  “Ah, Bryce! That’s so good... Ah...”

  “You’re so good.” His eyes held mine as he increased his tempo. His fingers dug into my waist, moving me up and down on him like I didn’t weigh anything. “So hot and tight for me.”

  His lips landed on mine, drinking my moans when he sped up once more. He was drilling me now, his cock ripping through my wet walls mercilessly, his head hitting my cervix each time, and it was creating an immense pleasure that flooded my body.

  “Don’t stop, Bryce. Keep fucking me like that.”

  “Oh you can bet I’ll keep fucking you like this, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you like this the whole night.”

  His crude words aroused me, increasing the pressure in me, and just like that—I was climaxing again, screaming his name as he pounded me wildly through my orgasm. “Damn. Your pussy squeezes me so good.”

  He moved quickly from the spot, taking us to his bedroom. He turned on the light switch, never letting me down, and brought me to his bed.

  He sat down on the edge. “Ride me, babe. Soak me with your juices.”

  Our lips smashed against each other when I began my own pace, riding him uncontrollably. I could feel him even better at this new angle, impaling myself on him as our tongues played together.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair backward, his mouth latching onto my neck. His open-mouthed kisses added to my pleasure, the double stimulation creating a build-up to a new orgasm. I fucked him faster, so wet that I was sure some of my juices ended on his sheets.

  “Yes, Chloe. You own me. You can do anything you want to me. Fuck me.”

  I bit into his shoulder, running my nails across his chest as I neared my next release. But this time, he was ready to join me.

  “Are you on pills?” he asked me, his voice gravel.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Because I really need to cum inside of you.”

  “Yes,” I breathed out. “Please cum.”

  He growled in response and took over control, moving his hips now to meet mine. He was ripping me apart now, bringing me pleasure that was out of this world, and I was coming so hard—my orgasm prolonged with his hard thrusts that didn’t cease until he reached his own climax.

  “Chloe!” He buried his head into my neck when he started ejaculating, his cock spurting his hot load inside of me in several violent twitches.

  “Ah, Bryce...” I held onto him like he was my lifeline, never wanting to let go of him.

  We fell into silence, both breathing heavily as we held each other in a tight embrace.

  “I love you,” he said and looked at me, his gaze containing the softest of emotions, and my heart swelled in my chest happily.

  I removed one wet strand from his sweaty forehead, returning his smile. “I love you too.” I planted a small kiss on his lips. “This was amazing.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Even more than amazing. How do you do that?”

  He chuckled, looking smug. “It’s a secret, babe.”

  I poked his shoulder. “It’s not fair! Tell me.”

  His smirk turned into a full-on smile. “I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you.”

  His cock was now solid again, and he thrust into me, creating a new wave of pleasure.

  “Bryce.”

  “Ready for more?” He moved us so that I was lying on the mattress with him in between my legs. “Because I’m definitely ready for more.” He wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked on it, making me twist and grind against him.

  “Yes...” My chest rose and fell more rapidly, responding to his touches and kisses that led to another mind-blowing sex I would never forget.

  Just like he had said, he made love to me the whole night, showing me just how much he needed me, marking a start of our new beginnings. I had never felt happier in my life than now, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have met him. Everything was perfect.

  Epilogue

  A year later

  Chloe

  “Remember—flexibility, efficiency, and time management are extremely important. Nail these, and you will be able to reach your daily goal,” I said to my trainees.

  “The best assistant is the one who is good at managing multiple tasks—even under pressure. The assistant is the one who is capable of following instructions under all circumstances. Especially under pressure and tight deadlines. Understand how your boss works, and you will be able to meet his criteria.” Everyone nodded in unison, some of them writing notes in their notebooks.

  I was currently at the hospital’s office training new assistants. I glanced at each of them, proud of their progress during the two weeks training before they got the chance to become interns in the hospital. They were all young, ambitious people who were ready to work hard to make something out of themselves, and I was more than happy to help them accomplish their goals.

  My life had changed pretty drastically this last year, and my career had advanced rapidly. I was finally living my dreams. I had been promoted to Board Manager and ran all the board meetings now. Among other things, I also led trainings for new assistants and conducted interviews. We needed more labor since we had purchased another hospital in the area and some of the stuff was being transferred there.

  On top of this, I had grown as a person and became more confident, acquiring more skills, which was something I had always aspired to achieve. I was busier than ever, but I liked being busy. It always filled me with energy and excitement at the new possibilities.

  My colleagues in the hospital were amazing. I had made several friends, and we often gathered for weekends at our favorite restaurants or bars. Life was definitely good.

  “Do you have any questions?” I asked them.

  After answering a few questions, I concluded today’s morning session and headed to my office. Just as I went through a mental list of things I needed to finish today, I saw Bryce in the hallway meeting a nurse, and he smiled at me.

  I smiled back at him, my heart speeding up, reacting the same way as it did the first day I’d met him.

  One year after, Bryce and I were getting serious. We were madly in love and truly happy together. We were living together now but keeping things quiet at work, and it was working out well. I didn’t want people thinking I was getting special treatment, which was why we acted like colleagues in the hospital.

  “Everything good, Dr. Evander?” I asked him as I stopped next to him, barely stopping myself from gawking at him.

  He was wearing a white lab coat, looking more handsome than ever, and I wished we could go somewhere private so I could do all those things I had done to him last night.

  I shifted on my feet when I remembered how he’d reacted when I did a new trick I’d learned. I wanted him badly, but today was one of the busy days, so I had to quench my lust and wait for tonight.

  “Absolutely, Miss Lewis. How about you? Your training went good?”

  “It was great.” I winked at him when the nurse wasn’t looking and saw a flash of desire in his eyes. “Have a nice day,” I told him and his nurse.

  He flashed one of his sexy smiles that I simply adored. “Have a nice day too, Miss Lewis.”

  My phone buzzed in my pocket when I entered my office, and I fished it out to find Bryce’s message.

  “You’re so sexy in that black suit, Miss Lewis. I can’t wait to have you tonight,” I read the messa
ge.

  “Same here, Dr. Evander. You’re looking good in that coat. See you tonight.”

  After work, I prepared some of Bryce’s favorite sea food dishes, put relaxing jazz music on, and lit candles on the table, making the atmosphere romantic. Today was special because Bryce and I had met exactly on this day one year ago when I came for the interview.

  This year, our families would meet for Christmas and spend time together at Bryce’s parents’ house. They were getting along, and we were all seeing each other more often now. Bryce had a better relationship with his parents, and they didn’t argue anymore, which was a huge progress.

  The last argument they had was on the day when Bryce admitted that we had pretended to be together when we came to visit them, explaining that I was only his assistant at that time.

  Thankfully, it all turned out well. We apologized and they assured us they weren’t angry or against our relationship, telling me that their home was my home too and we were all one big family.

  “Mmm, that smells good,” Bryce said as he came behind me and kissed my neck, pressing himself against my backside. I gripped the edge of the table when he began nuzzling my neck, already turned on.

  “If you keep doing that, we’ll skip dinner completely.”

  “I have nothing against that.”

  I chuckled and pushed him to the chair, needing this distance if I was not to jump at him and have him right here.

  “So how was work today?” I asked him when we started eating.

  “It was more than amazing. I saved a life today.”

  “Oh? What happened?”

  “Little boy in a traffic accident. His surgery lasted longer than I expected, and at some point we weren’t sure if he was going to pull through. But lucky for us, he’s tough.” His grin was huge, testifying just how much he was excited. “He’s okay now. I can’t even describe to you how proud I was of them team. I missed being in there.”

  Oh, Bryce. He loved this. He loved medicine and being able to bring light to people’s dark lives. He was beyond extraordinary.

  “That’s amazing, honey.” I stood up and hugged him, wanting him to know just how much he meant to me. “I’m so proud of you. So so proud.”

  He returned my embrace and pulled me onto his lap. I squealed at the sudden movement and smiled when he planted a firm kiss on my lip.

  “It’s all thanks to you, Chloe. You were the one who reminded me what truly is important, and I’ll always be grateful to you.”

  I brushed my lips against his, happier than ever. “You’re my hero. And I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, my precious ex assistant.” He winked at me and started kissing me, making me forget all about our dinner. Right now, I needed only him.

  “Come here,” he said and picked me up, leading me out of the kitchen.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want to make love to you the whole night, starting from now.”

  I giggled. “Of course, boss. As you command.”

  Baby Makes Three

  A Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  What would happen if you started dating your brother’s best friend? Joanna is about to find out. Things get especially hot when she finds out her crazy ex is in town… and she’s pregnant.

  This one is all about the drama!

  xxx

  Nicole

  CHAPTER 1

  Joanna

  Sometimes love hurts, or at least that’s what I told myself. Lies. I told myself lies. They were the only thing to get me through the day back then. When things were bad. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

  But it could.

  And it would.

  The hour was late, the rain was heavy, my cell phone battery was dead, and my tears were even more difficult to see through than the rain. A part of me felt that I should have waited until morning to make my move, or at least waited until the storm was over. But the survivalist in me knew that the storm inside of that apartment would never end unless I physically removed myself from it.

  Sometimes it felt impossible to recall the earlier days. Zander had been such a sweetheart in the beginning. But I supposed a lot of them were like that, all smiles and charm in the beginning, and then a living nightmare once they believed their target was in too deep to get back out.

  In my case, I guess I had officially gotten in too deep when I decided to move in with Zander. I hadn’t even known him that long at the time. But, I had honestly thought I was in love. I had thought we were in love. So young and naïve, I’d been fully under the impression that I had never cared about anyone so much, and that I would never have those kinds of feelings for another man as long as I lived.

  I had believed that Zander and I were soulmates.

  I was wrong.

  The first few months of dating had been like something straight from a fairytale. I had been so smitten and amazed to think that I had somehow miraculously stumbled upon my very own real-life Prince Charming. He was handsome, romantic, and always seemed to know exactly what to say and do to sweep me right off my weary feet.

  Thus, moving in with him had seemed like a no-brainer.

  Unfortunately, shortly after, all the trouble began.

  It was subtle at first, like the small romantic gestures slowly starting to come to a stop. I wasn’t getting surprised with flowers quite as often as before. Zander didn’t cuddle and kiss me as much. The cute pet-names ceased. He didn’t plan as many fun date-nights and activities. I had chalked it up to the honeymoon phase of our relationship coming to an end, but never once did I consider that Zander didn’t still love me the same any longer.

  But then the arguments started, growing in ferocity each time they occurred. I started to notice how Zander would constantly criticize me and every little thing I did, from complaining about the way I did the dishes, to throwing fits if I left a wet towel on the floor after getting out of the shower, and not approving of the way I made the bed because I tucked the sheets too tight. Then he started telling me that I needed to change the way I looked and dressed…

  Nitpicking, which eventually evolved into full-blown power struggles.

  Control.

  But I kept dealing with it because I thought I loved him and that we would eventually wind up married, raising a family, and living happily ever after. I kept telling myself that rough patches happened. They were normal. All couples had them, and the persistent couples with strong love for one another moved through them.

  And then, one day, he hit me.

  The first time he hit me was a day I would never forget. He had been working late, but had come home even later due to going out for a night of binge-drinking, a habit I hadn’t been aware he possessed until after moving in with him and finding empty bottles stashed around the apartment.

  That particular day, when he had finally made it home, there had been a strange feeling in the air. It was exceptionally muggy, and hard to breathe. When he stepped into our apartment, his mood had seemed to suck out what little air we had.

  He had gone straight out to the balcony, overlooking the distant streets and palm trees. He stood there, perfectly still, for a long time. I’d crept up behind him, sensing that he needed to be comforted.

  “Rough day? Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, only to have him huff and sneer in return. “How about we go out for dinner?” I suggested, hoping it would take his mind off whatever was bothering him.

  “You should have cooked for me already,” he had responded, like I was his personal chef or something. “Is it asking too much for you to have a home-cooked meal waiting for me every once in a while?”

  I automatically blamed his attitude on the bad day he’d obviously had. So I had simply cleared my throat and calmly explained that I also worked and therefore didn’t have time to have dinner waiting for him. After all, I had only gotten off work a little while before he had.


  “I don’t want any of your excuses,” he had spat in response. “Just get in the damned kitchen and cook me something.”

  It had been hard to make excuses for him after that. I had been so stunned that I had laughed in disbelief. Not finding my laughter amusing, without warning Zander had painfully gripped me by the arm and literally dragged me into the kitchen, where he then proceeded to open the refrigerator and work himself into a rage about not having enough food stocked. He pulled out frozen meat from the freezer and threw it at me, just barely missing my face with a pound of ground beef.

  His hand, however, didn’t miss my face.

  “Stop it! What’s wrong with you?” I had screamed. Two seconds later, I was staggering across the floor from the backhanded slap he landed across my face. Every time that memory resurfaced, I could still feel the terrible stinging across my left cheek.

  When the whole ugly ordeal was over, Zander had apologized profusely. He had even shed a few tears, insisting he hadn’t meant any of it. He’d sworn that it had all been stress, and that he just hadn’t been in his right frame of mind. Afterwards, he had hugged me so gently, I couldn’t believe he was the same man. He kissed my cheek repeatedly, made love to me, and ordered me the biggest bouquet of flowers, reverting right back into the guy I had originally fallen in love with. Not before long, I had almost convinced myself that I had only hallucinated him hitting me.

  But in due time, that other side of Zander resurfaced. Yet I had been too weak to not fall for his apologies. Furthermore, every time he promised not to lay a hand on me again, I believed him, until the next time.

  My patience eventually grew thin, as did my ability to forgive. Consequently, Zander had come to underestimate me. I wasn’t nearly as weak as he once knew I was. I had come to realize that I deserved better than the life he was forcing me to live. I had too much respect for myself to keep letting him put his hands on me whenever we disagreed about something. I refused to be the victim.