The Mountain Man's Babies Books 1-5
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And James does. He kisses me hard, with promise. He kisses me soft, for the ways we've both been hurt. He kisses me deeply, knowing our love story began the day we met.
Then he picks me up and carries me to the house. The reception can start without us.
After all, we have some business to take care of first.
He carries me over the threshold, and the record player spins our favorite songs. He sets me down in our bedroom and reaches for my face again.
"I love you." He kisses me again, this time urgently.
And I kiss him back, needing more.
Needing all of him.
I unbutton his dress shirt, his abs a row of muscles and pure strength. I turn, and he unclasps my wedding gown, letting the white silk fall to the floor. I step out of it, and his mouth is on my neck, kissing me, reaching around and cupping my breasts with his hands. My head falls back, onto his chest, and he unclasps my white lace bra, letting it fall away. My breasts are exposed, and he spins me to face him, his kisses trailing from my neck, past my breasts, until he is on his knees.
He tugs down my panties, my pussy greedy, not wanting to wait, and my wetness begs him to go faster. He listens.
He stands and I unbelt his pants, pushing off his boxers, our desire growing more fervent, the pent-up pleasure from months... years... rushing out of us. Maybe the rings on our fingers give us the permission we needed because we aren't waiting.
Life is precious.
A gift.
A miracle.
His cock is hard, in my hand, and his fingers press against my wet pussy. "I love you," I moan, as he fingers me softly, then harder, then I'm on my back, legs spread wide as he leans over me.
"I fucking love you more," he growls in my ear. This man who works with his hands, who lives and breathes these mountains, who isn't from here, but was made for this place—he is my mountain man.
Leaning over me, he runs his hands over my skin, my body tingling under his touch. I've longed for this moment for so long. I gasp, my body opening for him, having forgotten how big he is, how much of man he is.
How much I need to be filled by him.
"Damn, it's been a long wait, baby," he groans as he pushes deeper inside me.
"Worth the wait?" I ask.
"You are worth everything."
He isn't talking about sex being worth it... he’s talking about me.
For so long, I didn't think I was enough for a man like James.
But he tells me with his actions that I am more than enough for him.
I blink back tears as he rocks inside me. My chest heaves as he fucks me the way my body was meant to be loved. Completely.
James was my first and he'll be my last.
He is my forever.
PREVIEW
BUILT
I pull into the diner of this small mountain town, knowing there’s only two things I want: To put down roots and find someone to build a life with.
And when I slide into the booth, the woman who pours me a cup of joe is sweet as sugar and warm as apple pie.
She serves me up a “Josie Special” and I know she’s made to order—the only woman for me.
My past is dark, too dark for a ray of light like her.
But she cracks open the clouds and lets the sunshine in … she sees me as the man I can become.
Her father wants me gone.
He thinks he knows all about me.
But he’s wrong, and I’ll do whatever I can to clear my name.
For Josie. For our love.
For the life we will build together.
Dear Reader,
You’re going to melt when you meet Beau Montgomery—he’s BUILT, if you know what I mean. He’s all man, all alpha—and all yours. This mountain is full of babies, and he’s gonna make one fine baby-daddy—guaranteed!
xo, frankie
The Mountain Man’s Babies:
TIMBER
BUCKED
WILDER
HONORED
CHERISHED
BUILT
CHISELED
HOMEWARD
RAISED
FAITHFUL
About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
Find Frankie here:
www.frankielove.net