Mountain Man's Bride

by Lauren Wood

  Ethan saw her talking on the phone and knew that it had to be something important. Her facial expression concerned him and for the first time in his life he was interested in somebody else’s feelings other than his own.

  Natasha decided to let him twist in the wind until their meeting at dinner tonight. She had plans and announcing this to her friends and family was not something that she was looking forward to. Travis would be a great godfather.

  Chapter 4

  Ethan was waiting patiently for her to arrive. He had a well known Italian restaurant down the street catering to his every whim. The table was set and the food was simmering on the stove. The chef had left everything ready to be served and had received a suitable payment for his services rendered. Ethan found himself anxious and was wearing a crisp white shirt with black pants and black shoes to match. His hair was just right with not one hair out of place.

  He heard that ding of the elevator and turned to see Natasha step into the room like she owned the place.

  Natasha saw the one lone rose on the table and went directly to it. She knew that this could be the romantic night that they would never forget. “You really didn’t have to go to all of this trouble, Ethan. I have to say that you know how to pull out all the stops to impress.” “I convinced myself before coming over here that I was not going to get caught up in the moment. I can’t help myself and his eyes are drawing me to him. He looks so damn good. I want to rip that suit off his body and make a night worshipping him. I do have to wonder if this is the hormones raging out of control. I don’t care and all I know is that somewhere in this apartment is where I am going to imprint my considerable ass.”

  “I have to admit that I did go a little overboard with the food. I wanted to make a good first impression and to tell you that I don’t have any hard feelings for what you did. I know what it’s like when somebody calls everybody out of the pool. I’ve had a few drunken binges, but those days are behind me. I’m trying to be a better man and a role model to the kids. I can’t do that by staying the same man that I was. I do admit that I slip into old habits from time to time.” Ethan took her jacket off of her and made an audible sigh of lust from seeing the buoyancy of her sweet ass. He had always been an ass man, but he was not immune to the charm of those balloons on her chest.

  “I’m not sure that I should be either scared or excited by the way that you’re looking at me. I do think that we need to talk before we go any further.” She sat him down and told him about the baby and how she was going to keep it as a tribute to the father who had lost his life unexpectedly. “I hope that you can understand and that doesn’t put a damper on the evening.” What she got for the confession was a deep and longing kiss that took her breath away.

  Ethan was staring blankly after the kiss. He could still feel the phantom essence of her lips still planted on top of his. “I hope that answers your question. Families come in all shapes and sizes. I admire that you’re willing to do this alone.” He went to retrieve the food, serving both of them and placing it on the table for them to enjoy together. He lit the candle and let it burn in the wick with the wax now dripping down and setting off the aroma of cinnamon through the air.

  “I have to say that your reputation isn’t what I expected. You have always taken me for someone that was a little stuck on themselves. I watched your career. I’ve seen the numbers and the way that you hog the ball without any regard for your teammates. Fuck it… I can’t do this with a straight face after you have been so nice.” I see the look in his eyes and I can tell that he has no idea what’s coming. He’s not the only one that has to be better and I have to be the kind of woman that my child is going to look up to. “I had a bet with a friend that I could get the story behind the scandal of your rise to fame. It doesn’t seem all that important anymore, but for my own curiosity, I need to know that I’m not wasting my time”

  “I feel that for the first time I am at a loss for words. I don’t see any reason why you can’t win that bet. It’s about time the truth comes out.” He abruptly scattered the dishes onto the floor. He crawled over the top of the table until he was standing right in front of her. He felt her grab for his zipper and did nothing to stop her. His cock was soon being invited into her mouth and the bulge that he saw in her throat was nothing short of remarkable.

  Natasha had gotten a little carried away. She got caught in the wave of excitement. She pulled down his pants with his underwear and his balls swung freely into her hot hands. They were warm to the touch, but she could tell that whatever he had done today did not diminish the size of the load that was waiting for her. “I will say that this is not my first time servicing a man on my knees. It’s actually more comfortable sitting here in the chair with his hands roaming freely through my hair.

  “I’ve never needed someone this much before. It’s always been them trying to get with me and not the other way around. I find myself in a war against my… emotions. The way that your lips caress my shaft and the way that my cock slips into your throat are causing me to see you in a different light.” The baby and the bet was nothing compared to his feelings. At first, he thought that they were ones that he had felt before, but it had become painfully obvious that she was the one. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and spent over 3 hours imagining her in all sorts of different positions. He not only wanted her sexually, but he actually imagined what it would be like to walk hand in hand down a beach with the orange glow of the sun showering them with all the colors of the rainbow across the water.

  She could tell that this was different for him and in that regard; she felt the same thing in a different way. She felt the heaviness of his shaft laying on her tongue and the slick sauce that was now seeping across the surface. She was anxious to get more of that same stuff. She endeavored to get it by pushing him beyond his boundaries. She continually pushed his cock into her throat and let him feel the constricting motion for over 30 seconds. “I wish that he was not a stranger, but I don’t see him that way. This was supposed to be a bet, but now it has turned into something even more. I can’t be sure, but I think that he feels the same way. I don’t even know that there was such a thing as love at first sight. It could be the influence of the baby, but I think it goes beyond that.”

  Ethan was growing with the intensity of her lips sliding up and down quickly. He could feel his balls jumping and he knew the cascade of cream was rapidly approaching the moment of release. He looked down into her eyes and saw that she was there with him. They were sharing something more important than this one time together. “Fuck… I don’t know where you get this from…you greedy little bitch…you fucking greedy little bitch… YESSSSS.” She had easily coaxed him into the climax with the resounding echo of his scream loud enough to be heard by several of the patrons.

  He had had his fair share of orgasms, but this one went beyond anything that had ever happened before. He reluctantly took control of the situation. He fell against the table with his limp and spent organ lying there useless. He needed a moment to collect himself and then he was lifting her and put her in the same position that he was just in. He lifted her legs onto the arms of the chair that he was currently occupying.

  “I can’t believe that we have never met each other until today. I don’t really know anything about the sport, but I think that I’m willing…to… Oh fuck…find out.” Her legs were vibrating and the tremble along her flesh was a good reminder that this guy knew what he was doing. “Yes…put that tongue in there deep and never pull it out. Come on; show me what those other girls have raved about.” “I have a feeling that what I’m getting from him is more than any of his other conquests. There is a real connection and one that I’m not imagining.

  Ethan had pulled away the sopping crotch of her panties to see her wet slit split down the middle. He applied pressure with his tongue and let each inch of that oral digit disappear from view. He could feel the fire within and soon played two fingers in a corkscrew motion. He continued to do this with his tong
ue now paying extra attention to her enlarged clit. It was quite large and one of the larger ones that he had ever seen. He sucked it back and forth. Her long intimidating nails were ripping through the fabric of his shirt. Her long claws had stripped a switch off his chest with lines that were perfectly mimicking that of a wild animal attack.

  “That’s it…right there…put a little extra suction…ahhh. I never knew that it could be this…good.” Natasha lay back on the table where she had just eaten her meal and was now in the process of enjoying the expertise of his tongue. She let loose with a cry of desire that came from deep down. She tried to hold it together, but she was completely nuts. Her body short circuited and she lie there like a victim that had just gone a few rounds with the best heavyweight in the business. She was knocked out cold, but her eyes were open and staring at practically nothing. She jerked two more times like a fish that had just found itself clinging to life outside the water.

  She was still feeling all of this electricity and then he supplied the goldenrod. That knob separated the lips and began to slip easily down into her tunnel of love. Her lips closed in around him. It was quite daunting to feel her like a tight glove holding him in place. It took a lot of effort to get a good pace going. He was feeling it creeping up on him and he knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t help himself. He was totally alive and watching as his cock vanished like that of a magic act. His balls were pressed up against her. He reached underneath to grab her ass. The slapping sounds of their flesh only fueled them into a deeper need for one another.

  “Fuck me…don’t stop and god damn it…I want you to show me that infamous stamina that you’re known for. Get that pussy…bang me into submission and make me want to crawl over broken glass for another go with you.” She saw the streaks of red on his chest. She noticed that her libido had definitely gone off the charts. “I know that he will never hurt me. I have this instinct that tells me that he wants more. I just hope that I’m not deluding myself or wishing on something that cannot be.”

  Ethan saw that she was lying there, but she wasn’t out of the action. She was finding her second wind and was now raising herself up on her hands and pushing up against him. They were staring at each other and not taking their eyes off one another. It was too much and they were soon on the table with the legs barely able to withstand the weight. He was on top of her, working his hips and then the floodgates came upon them quickly.

  “I want to cum, but I don’t want to do it without you.” Ethan was showing a real maturity. He felt her undulate around his manly steed.

  “Join me…join me and stop trying to play…the martyr… YESSSSS.” Her loins were on fire and then the blaze turned into an inferno that gripped them like no other. “I think that we have always known each other and didn’t even know it. This was meant to be. I can only hope that our future is within each other’s arms. I can feel his cock ready and I know that he’s trying to hold out, but it’s a losing battle.

  “I need to…get off… ahhhh.” This had a more profound effect on him than any other time. He felt like he has being siphoned dry and lying on top of her after such an exercise had them sticking together.

  They soon announced their impending nuptials and it came as quite a shock to everybody including her friend Travis. At first, the press thought that it was a public relations nightmare. That he was trying to project the wholesome family thing for the sake of advertising dollars. It was obvious from the moment that they kissed that they were indeed in love. He bowed out of three games even though the coach told him that if he tried that that he would be benched for the rest of the season.

  She had technically won the bet and the story had put his career in jeopardy. It was only after a few other players came forward that they realized the true culprit was the coach of the high school in which they had come from.

  Ethan had to get his GED all over again without the coach holding his hand. He barely passed, but he had many days to cram with Natasha being there to substitute as the strict father figure.

  They married in a small ceremony with Travis being her best man. It was unconventional, but everything about their relationship had started on false pretenses.

  They took those three days to go into the mountains for an impromptu honeymoon. They never left the cabin the entire time and only emerged from the bedroom long enough to feed their need for food and drink

  Those that were on the fence about him as that wholesome role model were now clamoring to sign him on the million dollar dotted line. They had a bright future and the baby would have the love of both of their parents regardless of blood relation or not.

  THE END

  THE BEAR’S ARRANGED MATE

  The heated mating instincts of the female bear-shifters in the herik tribe were at their highest the night before a full moon. Their pheromones could be smelled all throughout the small portion of the forest their tribe called home and far beyond it. It quickly became a custom to find all of the females and have them locked away and protected by the only males not affected, which were specially trained to deal with the hordes of lustful males. However, the males in their tribe weren’t the only ones affected—their rival tribe, the kubeba, were also greatly affected by the herik women’s state.

  Countless battles ensued due to the confusion and aggression brought about from the males on both sides of the rivalry. Not long after their last confrontation, the leaders of both tribes met and agreed that on the night before what was known as “pre-mating season” the heriks would choose a female to be given to the kubeba. On this year, in particular, the heriks decided to choose early, but unfortunately for them, the female had other things in mind.

  ***

  Trish stared out the window in her room, feeling the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She’d been condemned there by the tribe leader, Keldrin, as a way of protecting her. The throbbing, aching need pulsing through her and making her fingers tirelessly twirl in her long, dark hair was starting to drive her past the point of seeing that reason. Hoping to distract herself from the buff, shirtless men patrolling outside, she turned her attention to the bare walls around her. Being an outdoorsy type of woman, Trish didn’t waste time with decorating her space, but in this instance, she wished she had.

  There was only one thing in the room to distract herself aside from the bed she lay on or the scattered dressers—a mirror. Looking into her reflection, Trish lost herself for a moment. The wavy hair that covered her shoulders and flowed down her barely concealed, perky DD-cup breasts hidden just behind a thin cloth across both of the hardened nipples. Trish quietly groaned each time one of the sensitive nubs rubbed against the soft, but hard-pressed fabric.

  Below her exposed mid-drift was where her hand started to wander, sinking between her legs. Trish’s eyes started to slowly close as her head tilted back and a soft hand caressed between her thighs. She nearly lost herself in the moment before violently jerking upward, coming back into reality with both eyes shot wide open. Trish looked around the small room made of aged logs and sighed. “I can’t take this any longer,” she admitted to herself. “Maybe if I could just release a little bit of it, then… I can stay sane for just a little while longer…”

  A twinge of warmth ran up Trish’s spine and settled at the back of her head as she swung an arm over the window frame, looking through it again. She subtly licked her lips, eying the chiseled abs and beefy biceps on the warriors passing by. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting further downward to their loincloths and the longer she gazed at the bouncing clothes, the louder the growls from her bear grew. Every fiber in her being told her to beckon to him—call to him that she wanted him—needed him.

  Trish bit down on her lip, but when that failed to keep her thoughts from bubbling to the surface, she bit her finger. Should I really be doing this…? Quickly turned into: How have I not done this already?

  A confident smile naturally formed on her face as she gestu
red to one of the men to come closer. The dark and tall muscle-clad stud looked focused, and yet, clueless at the same time. He had the sort of look someone lost would have while also being an intimidating, towering beast of a man. Trish couldn’t even begin to imagine what he looked like shifted. His braided hair covered his shoulders, but gave him a more innocent look as he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Did you need something?”

  The man’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down Trish’s spine—even through the glass. Trish opened the window as widely as she could, making sure to adjust herself in front of the man for several minutes before answering. “It depends, handsome. Are you willing to help?” Trish asked in a sultry, seductive voice.

  The man didn’t seem to be fazed by Trish at all and replied, “Of course I am. Whatever you need.”

  “Well, you see… I’ve been having this aching feeling for the longest time and there’s only one way to get rid of it…” Trish bit down on her lip softly and reached out to the man to move a few stray strands of hair away from his face as she looked into his deep, dark brown eyes. She could sense a change in the male as she cupped his chin, slowly pulling him toward her. “I need a big, strong man to help me relieve some of this…tension. Do you think you can help…um…?”

  “Mik. My name is Mik, ma’am,” the man responded, pulling his head away from Trish’s grasp. “I-I’m sorry… I was given very strict orders on not doing that… I don’t even know if I’d want to…”

  Mik turned his head to the side, but Trish used two fingers to tilt his chin so that their eyes met again. “So, you’re not even a little curious?” she asked with a smirk wedged in the side of her mouth.