Kidnapped by the Mountain Man

by Indie LaRue

  I stare into his green eyes. “Why? Do you want me to go?”

  “Of course not. I would have caught you before you reached town. But I wanted you to think about the choice.”

  “I did think about it.”

  “What did you decide?”

  In answer, I snuggle closer to his big, warm body and open my legs to him, letting him sink himself deep inside me. “I want to stay,” I whisper in his ear as we come together.

  “Good girl,” he whispers back. “Because I would have hunted you down and stolen you again.”

  Weeks turn into months. Beast learns more about me than anyone else ever has. He takes such good care of me. I’ve never felt closer to another human being. If he’s not inside me, I feel empty and lonely. If he’s not kissing me or offering his cock to me, my mouth feels thirsty.

  I’ve become as addicted to him as he is to me.

  “I need to chop some more wood,” he says one day. It’s been two whole months since I’ve been outside this cabin. Except for that one step.

  “I want to come with you.”

  He’s wary. But he puts a jacket on me, a pair of ski pants and a pair of boots. He glares at me sternly before unlocking the door. “Don’t try to run. Or scream. Or I’ll punish you. And I won’t let you out again.”

  I already know what his punishments are. He’ll make me come hard, over and over. Which isn’t much of a punishment. “Beast, I told you. I want to stay with you. I love you.”

  He stares down at me sharply, and his eyes get darker. He seems angry. He drags me over to the couch and bends me over it. He yanks down my ski pants and positions himself, rubbing my pussy with the head of his cock, sliding the thick end against my entrance, making me wet for him. He thrusts into me, hard, rubbing my clit with his fingers until my pussy is tugging on his cock in squeezing pulls. His big body is curled over mine, mounting me as he fucks me and pumps his hot seed into me. When he’s done he turns me and lifts me into his arms. He licks into my mouth. “I’m fucking crazy in love with you, baby girl. Crazy. Since the very first second I saw you. I didn’t care about anything else except making you mine. And now I just can’t get enough of your luscious, wet, perfect beauty. I’ll never get enough. I’m going fucking insane because all I want to do is possess you and love you and fuck you senseless.”

  It’s a Beast-style confession of love, I guess.

  I’ll take it.

  I kiss him, and it ends up being the next day before he can chop any wood.

  As it turns out, the day my mountain man kidnapped me, even though I didn’t know it at the time, ended up being the best day of my life.

  “It’s the first day of March today,” Beast says. We’re still in bed.

  Outside, the snow is melting and the days are starting to get warmer. “What happens today?”

  “We’re going home.”

  I stare at him. “What do you mean?” I can’t help it. I start crying. I crawl down his body and take his cock in my mouth. Is he thinking of taking me back to my house? I’m going to give him so much pleasure he won’t want to. “I don’t want to go.”

  He lets me suck on him but he’s grinning down at me. “Not your home, Jazz.” It’s one of his nicknames for me. “My home. Our home.”

  “I like it here,” I say, licking his slit and caressing him with my fingers.

  He groans a little and his big cock turns from lazy to rock-hard. “It’s in Colorado.”

  I stop for a second. It’s the first thing he’s told me about his real life. “It is?”

  “Yes. And I’m going to take you there to live with me. On the way, we’ll stop at a courthouse and I’m going to put a ring on your finger. And I’m going to keep you in my bed and give you lots of babies.”

  My tummy is already starting to get rounder. Not surprisingly.

  Beast brushes my hair and dresses me in some clothes he must have bought for me all those months ago when he was planning to steal me. He puts on a nice pair of pants, a flannel shirt and a parka.

  He gets down onto one knee just before we leave our cabin. “Marry me, baby girl.”

  I say yes.

  We drive down the mountain road and he was right: it’s a long way from anywhere.

  “Beast?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s your name?”

  He smiles at me. “Jake. Jake Cassidy.”

  Jake. “You’ll always be my Beast.”

  He gives me a hot look, then pulls his truck over into a wooded glade and I climb onto his lap. He is my Beast. He yanks up my dress and I slide down onto his big cock and ride him until we come hard. We’re not used to not touching all the time, so it’s going to take some getting used to.

  Eventually we get to the courthouse and Beast presents a fake birth certificate, which he also must have prepared all those months ago. That’s why it took him three weeks to take me. On the birth certificate, my name is Sunshine Jazz Cooper. I smile at him and he winks at me.

  “You light up my life,” he whispers and I laugh because it’s funny and adorable.

  “I know pronounce you man and wife,” says the Justice of the Peace. “Mr. Cassidy, you may kiss your bride.”

  Turns out my Beast is a super-rich Internet mogul who sold his business the day after he saw me. I guess that’s why he never had to worry about a job over the winter. He takes me home to his seven bedroom house with a ranch attached to it. It’s in the mountains and at least ten miles from the nearest house.

  It feels like home.

  Seven months later, we have a baby boy. We name him Bear. We have twin girls a year later, Luna and Ruby. A year after that, we have another boy, Wolf. Two years after that, another girl, Sunshine. And finally, our baby, Jake Jr.

  Beast likes getting me pregnant, go figure.

  We still go to our remote mountain cabin from time to time, when we want even more seclusion, but mostly we stay at our ranch, spend every moment together and raise our babies.

  He never lets me out of his sight.

  And I never let him out of mine.

  My mountain man captured my body, my heart and my soul that day that he took me, and every day since.

  I’m his, and he’s mine.

  We live happily ever after.

  Layla just met her brand new Daddy. He has blue eyes, tattoos and lots of muscles.

  When Layla's mom has to go away on an extended business trip, Layla gets to stay with her new Daddy at his mansion and swim in his pool whenever she wants.

  Layla loves her new Daddy. He's so much fun … and so naughty!

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  I first met my new Daddy when Mommy brought him over to our apartment for dinner. Mommy cried before he came over. Last night she told him she loved him but he didn’t say it back.

  She’s been dating him for around two months. I think one of the reasons she wants to keep him is because he lives in a big mansion with a fancy infinity swimming pool and a view of the hills and even the city skyline. She’s worried he’s going to break up with her so she thinks cooking him a meal will help.

  “Mommy, you’re cooking’s not good enough to keep a man.”

  “Don’t sass me, Layla. Men like it when you cook for them.”

  If she says so.

  I’m never going to cook for a man.

  “Why don’t you go get changed for dinner,” Mommy says.

  “I don’t want to. It’s hot.”

  One of the pots is boiling over when the doorbell rings.

  “Get the door, Layla.”

  Jeez. Bossy much?

  But I go over to answer it. Partly because I’m curious. I haven’t met her new boyfriend and, since her cooking sucks, I probably won’t get another chance.
r />   I open the door.

  And I’m greeted by a wall of enormous, muscular he-man. He looks like a freaking Viking.

  He’s huge.

  He has a blond beard and tattoos and longish dirty-blond hair that, even though it’s long, it looks clean. Everything about him looks … tough, but also expensive, even with that longish hair and all those tattoos. He has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

  His business shirt is straining against his big muscles, like he might burst out of it any minute if you got him mad about something.

  This makes me giggle.

  He’s staring at me with this funny expression. There’s something almost scary about the way he’s looking at me. He reminds me of a hungry tiger.

  “You must be Layla,” he says. His voice is deep. And kind of husky. Like a Viking’s would be, which makes me giggle again.

  I’m still wearing my bikini from swimming in the pool in our apartment complex a little earlier and his blue eyes stare at me. All of me. Mommy said I’m growing out of this bikini. The way he’s staring at me, I think she might be right.

  He’s naughty, you can tell. He has a twinkle in his blue eyes.

  And so do I.

  “And you must be Dallas.”

  He holds out his hand for a handshake, which makes me giggle again, especially when he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. If blue could be described as hot then that’s how I’d describe the color of Dallas’s eyes.

  He follows me into to the kitchen and kisses Mommy on the cheek. She looks a little sweaty from cooking and her hair has come loose.

  “Hi, Dallas. I’ll just finish up here and serve up our dinner. Layla, show Dallas around.”

  Dallas’s eyes are still doing that thing where they stare at my bikini. I’ve filled out a lot over the past year and I realize this bikini really is getting a little small for me. There wasn’t much of it to begin with. I bought it because I wanted to get as much of a tan as possible.

  It’s weird but I feel like teasing him. It’s fun to make his eyes flash like that.

  So I take his hand and lead him out into our tiny living room. His hand is so warm. And kind of rough. He laces his strong fingers through mine. “This is the living room,” I tell him. Duh. “And out here’s our balcony. It’s small but we can see a palm tree if you stand way over at the edge.

  “Show me,” says Dallas. He’s not quite smiling but his eyes are playful.

  “You want to see the palm tree?” Mommy told me Dallas’s mansion has an unreal view of the ocean and palm trees, so I’m not sure why he’d want to see this one, but I lead him out there anyway. I point to the palm tree. “There.”

  He doesn’t say anything. He’s not even looking at the palm tree. He’s looking at me. It’s weird. He’s making me feel warm and sort of squirmy, just from the way his eyes are roving my skin. It’s like he’s shooting invisible laser beams that can warm me just by looking at me. His thumb is touching my palm and it tingles where he’s touching me.

  “Mommy wants me to go change,” I tell him.

  “I like your bikini.”

  “You do? You don’t think it’s too small?”

  “No. I think it’s perfect. I think you should leave it on.”

  I’m starting to understand why Mommy would want to cook for Dallas. I want to keep my bikini on. Just because he asked me to. I twirl a strand of my long, sun-bleached hair around one finger. I smile at him because he seems so nice. “Okay.”

  “You should come over to my place some time,” he says.

  “Oh, that would so fun. Can I swim in your pool?

  “Of course.”

  “Dinner’s ready,” Mommy calls from inside.

  I wish I could keep talking to Dallas. Talking to him feels like a game. Like we’re teasing each other.

  I’m still holding his hand so I lead him back inside.

  We eat dinner and Dallas says it’s the best meal he’s had in a while, but then he winks at me. I try not to laugh because I know he’s lying.

  “There’s something I want to ask you two,” Dallas says. “Kathy, I’d like you—and Layla, too, of course—to move in with me.”

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  Evie’s plane crashes into the ocean and, by some miracle, she’s the sole survivor. Her raft drifts for days, until she’s washed up on the shore of a remote, deserted island.

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  It turns out the island isn’t deserted at all. It’s home to a tribe of wild, ruthless men, whose plane crashed many years earlier, when the men were just boys.

  They’re not boys anymore.

  Evie is caught, taken and fought over. Some of the savages want to crown her queen, others want to make her their slave.

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  “Happy birthday, dear Eeevieeee, happy birthday to you,” my classmates sing to me, along with a lot of the other people on our flight. It’s a very long flight from San Francisco to Sydney. You can’t help but sort of get to know some of the people in the seats around you. We’ve already been travelling for nine and a half hours. By now I’m on a first name basis with the guy across the aisle from me. His name is Chad and he keeps flirting with me.

  We’re seniors at a strict all-girls boarding school, on a trip to Australia for two weeks before we graduate next month, when we’ll all finally be venturing out into the great unknown of college, jobs and adulthood. There are twenty of us and we’re dressed in our school uniforms, so we’ve attracted a certain amount of attention.

  “Evie, you can blow out your candles when we get to Sydney and get you a real cake,” says Clara, who’s sitting next to me.

  The number 18 has been drawn with frosting on top of the cupcake the flight attendant places on my tray table.

  “I guess that makes you legal,” says Chad, winking.

  Very funny.

  “Give me your number,” he says. “We can get together once we get to Sydney.”

  As if. We’re chaperoned by nuns 24/7. They’ll never let me out of their sight. Besides, Chad isn’t really my type. Not that I know what my type is, exactly. I’ve never dated because we’re not allowed to. But I think I’ll go for someone a little more … manly, once I do start dating. Chad’s extreme boyishness isn’t really doing him any favors.

  Why am I even thinking like this? Maybe turning eighteen means you start noticing things like that. I can’t wait to start living a little. All the strict rules are starting to feel confining, like an invisible cage. I have an unfamiliar urge to break free for the first time in my life.

  Chad is starting to annoy me a little. He keeps staring at me. At my thighs under the hem of my school uniform skirt. I’ve grown two inches this year and my skirt is pretty short now. He’s also staring at my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra just because it’s such a long trip and I thought I might be more comfortable without one. My breasts are a lot bigger now than they used to be. He’s making me feel self-conscious. I hope my nipples aren’t visible, poking at the thin fabric of my white shirt. This shirt has been washed so many times it’s getting sort of threadbare. If Chad keeps staring I’ll have to put my cardigan back on.

  There’s a bright flash of lightning outside the windows of the plane. Everyone gasps.

  “Fuck,” says Chad. Sister Eloise gives him a dirty look. �
��That was so close to us.”

  The entire plan jolts, violently. My cupcake goes flying, hitting the ceiling. So do some of the people. I get jerked against my seatbelt painfully.

  People start screaming.

  The plane lurches again and there’s a terrible, terrifying sound. Of the engines whining.

  Then there’s an even more terrifying sound. Of an engine exploding.

  Clara screams, along with a lot of other people. She’s holding on to me.

  “This isn’t just turbulence, Evie!” she cries. “We’re freefalling!”

  It’s hard to even comprehend what happens next. It goes dark inside the plane and it’s windy, like there’s a hole in the plane. A big one. People are making noises of terror. Crying. Praying. Whimpering. Yelling.

  We’re going to crash.

  A lot of people are getting out of their seats, I don’t know why. They’re panicking. They’re pleading and scared and angry, even.

  I keep my seatbelt fastened, I lean into the brace position and I start praying.

  The whole things is happening quickly but at the same time slowly.

  The noises are so loud and so insanely horrifying.

  We’re falling fast. So, so fast. It’s so windy.

  And then we hit. The impact is unreal. It jars the whole world and all of us along with it.

  I black out.

  When I come to, I think my feet might be on fire.

  But, no, it’s cold. It’s water.

  The plane is filling with water.

  There’s smoke, too, and I can see that there’s a fire at the back of the plane.

  Clara’s slumped next to me. “Clara,” I manage to gasp. I touch her shoulder but she flops sideways. There’s blood all over her head and her eyes are open, just blank and glassy.