Mountain Man's Secret Baby

by Lauren Wood

  “I’ve been using other women to substitute for you. It has always been you. I was hoping to make you jealous. I don’t know if this is love. What I do know is that I enjoy every moment I spend with you. It hurts me deeply when you’re not near me.” His sincerity was followed by my innocence being taken away.

  “Oh, my God…don’t be too quick. I don’t want this to end. This is a perpetual high I wasn’t expecting.” I didn’t have to tell him twice.

  He was on top of me with every inch surrounded by my warmth. It was a little uncomfortable, but the pain subsided with pleasure injected between my legs. The warm-blooded invasion incited a riot. It was made better by the words he couldn’t keep to himself.

  “The minute I let you underneath my skin was my downfall. I feel ashamed for making a spectacle out of those lovers underneath your nose. It wasn’t a nice thing to do. I never want to do anything to let you down.” He pulled back with the skin of the shaft dragging along the enclosed walls.

  “I was a prisoner from the moment we met. In my mind, this was inevitable, but I had to convince you of the same thing. We should have talked and not let these feelings fester.” The squeaking of the leather was brought upon by my ass sliding across it with each forward thrust of his hips.

  The air was thick with this sexual tension in the air. The heat generated between the two of us was covering us in a sheet of perspiration. I draped one leg around him to get every possible inch. We were connected body and soul.

  The answer to my prayer came to me in a most unexpected way. I had given myself readily on the pretense it was all about the money. The joyful expression on my face was from mutual satisfaction.

  He left me empty with my body crying out for him to come back. He helped me to turn with my ass toward him. My feet made an indentation in his leather. I felt his knob kissing the lips and I lowered myself down his pole 1 inch at a time. He had found a piece of my heart with actions speaking louder than words.

  “I’ve never been very good at reading the signals. I used to think I knew how to play the game. I don’t even know the rules. We will learn them together.” I made his eyes go wide with shock.

  “I’m doing it again. I can’t help myself. It’s highly addictive and intoxicating.” I was holding my breath with my entire body shaken to its core.

  He could obviously feel the quiver of the quake squeezing him tightly in my embrace. He was showing me how he felt about me. It was the first time, but it wasn’t going to be the last.

  I felt the strain on my inner thighs with his hands on my ass. We were going to make history by being a happy couple. There was no pretension. We were vulnerable and exposed.

  “You are opening up the door and I’m going to cross over to the other side. Being inside you is something I need in my life. I won’t be denied this kind of pleasure any longer. The look of infatuation is nothing compared to how you seem to be in the frame of mind to take no prisoners.” He was grunting between every sentence and I could feel the hose between his legs ready to shower my body in the warm glow of his essence.

  I was tireless in my approach. I pushed us both past our limits into uncharted territories. It was like feeling the hand of God touching my shoulder from above. The simultaneous explosion was captured in the wake of both of our climaxes.

  The floodgates opened up and the dam burst. I held him by the scruff of his neck. Looking into those liquid pools had me realizing the mistake we made by not coming forward with our feelings.

  Our bodies were sticking together like glue. I had my head on his chest with him running his hands down over my silken red locks.

  I moved my fingers in figure eights around his nipples. My sharp nails made brief contact with his buds. It was fun to see how his body would respond to various stimuli. I’d only begun to peel back his sexual secrets.

  “I don’t want to make you a target. I will fulfill my part of the bargain. I will also warn my friends and colleagues anonymously. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t try to show them the error of their ways. They will have all the facts before getting into bed with him.” I was in his lap helping him to put together an anonymous e-mail blast.

  I had no idea who this man was, but I didn’t think it was my place.

  I felt at home in Coleman’s arms and I didn’t want the past to ruin it. There was no way to track back the e-mail to his computer. They would be left scratching their head. It was designed to self-destruct after being read. No trace was left behind.

  “We’re going to make fantastic partners in business and in life.” I couldn’t have agreed with him more.

  I chased him up the stairs to the shower where we were going to begin again from the very start. We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off of one another. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Losing my virginity to him was the best decision of my life.

  THE END

  MOST VALUABLE DADDY: A SINGLE DAD ANF TEACHER ROMANCE

  Chapter 1

  Bash

  “Gina!” I called out as she furiously grabbed her bag and started limping towards the front door. “I’ve had enough Bash, not even your good looks and money can keep me here with that monster,” she cried out as she pointed at my six-year-old daughter who is standing behind me, smiling innocently.

  Sophie was at it again. Each time I brought home a girl I’m willing to settle down with, Sophie ends up scaring them off. There were times she would pretend she had an imaginary friend and when something horrible goes wrong she blames her imaginary friend, or other times she would plant lingerie’s all over the house and tell the woman that I’m dating that I had “Female Friends” over. Where did she get the lingerie? I’ll never know.

  This time it’s with a lovely woman named Gina who is a kind nurse at one of the hospitals I own. I own hospitals, hotels, and resorts but I simply can’t own one woman, Sophie made sure of that. Gina finally limped out of the house and I knew she wasn’t coming back. Sophie managed to convince Gina that her dolls were possessed, so when Sophie put a doll at top of the stairs and the doll said Gina’s name, Gina fell down the stairs in fear.

  I sighed as I stared at the door. I heard a giggle then a small yes coming from behind me, and as I turned around Sophie’s mischievous smile quickly faded and was replaced with fake disappointment. “Drat! I kind of liked Gi—”

  “Enough Sophie, I know you did this on purpose.” I was beyond pissed but if I lash out at Sophie, I know she’ll cry and I’ll be the one to cheer her up. She is my weakness.

  “I’m sorry dad, it’s just that—” but I didn’t want to hear any of her excuses.

  “Sophie Baudelaire! Go to your room.” I told her sternly. She bowed her head in sadness and started marching up to her room. The maids were by my side in a second and I told them “Make sure she doesn’t leave her room. And bring her some snacks but nothing with too much sugar,” The two maids nod in understanding and said in unison “Yes sir,”

  I sighed as I made my way to the messy dining room where Gina threw food at me and accused me of being a horrible father. I knew that Sophie was mad at me for not trying hard to be with her mother but it’s her mother who is the hard one. Her mother is the famous model, Isabella Sinclair.

  I was young and dated her because for obvious reasons. She’s gorgeous, smart, and talented. She unexpectedly got pregnant and she didn’t want the child, she was thinking of abortion but I begged her not to. In fact, we got married after and had the most public marriage and wedding of all time. She made sure that our marriage was like a fairy tale to the public.

  It did until she told me she was unhappy. Her words were “Marriage and mother life isn’t for me,” We had a divorce, she took a good amount of my money that could last her, her whole life. And she took the penthouse in Paris. But she gave me full physical and legal custody of Sophie.

  The last time she ever visited Sophie was during her 5th birthday. Sophie had a lavish children’s party that made every single girl dress up as a Disney Pr
incess. Isabella showed up and Sophie was ecstatic. But Isabella had little care for Sophie, for her attention was on the spotlight that shined brightly upon her that day rather than the birthday celebrant.

  Sophie’s too young to know these things about her mother. And I tend to keep it that way rather than letting her know the truth and letting it break her heart. Sophie means everything to me. I will tell her the full truth once she’s at an age where she’ll fully understand the situation.

  From time to time she would send a postcard or a gift but I knew it wasn’t her, it was her secretary. Recently, she called and promised Sophie that she’ll be at her school’s event, Mother’s day. Which I got furious about and started yelling at Isabella. Even though Isabella claims she promises she’ll be there, I know that she’ll stand Sophie up and it’ll only break her heart.

  I rest my head in the palm of my hands as I leaned my elbows on the table. Apparently, there’s no woman out there that Sophie will approve of. But Sophie’s right, I should try harder. Maybe not with her mother but with finding a woman. I’ve been trying a bit too hard to find a suitable mother for her instead of looking for an equal partner.

  I’m a full time father and CEO. During my little breaks I do go out and have some fun, I mean every man has their needs. I just have to make sure that every night when I bring a woman home I have to be sure that Sophie is at my parent’s home and not in the house where I’ll fuck a woman.

  My cell phone rang and I quickly answered it. “Sir Sebastian, the investors called to confirm the meeting on Friday,” my secretary told me. I sighed once more and said “Tell them we’ll move it on Monday. Sophie has an event at school that day and I can’t miss it.”

  “But Sir Sebastian that would be Mother’s day. Is your presence compulsory?” he questioned. It was also his job to keep me on top. Apparently, today is just one big sigh.

  “Isabella promised Sophie that she’ll be there,” I told him.

  “Oh my,” he gasped. He cleared his throat and added “Yes sir, I understand.” We said our goodbyes as I started making my way towards Sophie’s room. No matter what, Sophie always has to come first, I just have to find a woman who understands that.

  Even if she’s only temporary.

  Chapter 2

  Emma

  “Bye Ms. Pierce!” all my students bid me a farewell. It was the end of a lovely Monday. The first day of school. I was an elementary teacher who loved teaching children. It was a passion of mine passed down from generations. I waved as all my students waved from me from their expensive cars.

  I taught at one of the most prestigious schools in the state. It was filled with daughters and sons of CEO’s or even the mayor. What I love about these children is that they’re nothing like their parents. I walked back into my classroom filled with art made by my students and started cleaning up a bit.

  Until I heard someone spoke. “You need any help Ms. Pierce?” I jumped as I pressed my hand upon my chest in hopes my heart would calm down. It was just one of my students. “Oh, Sophie you scared me. Where’s your parents?” I asked as I put down my papers and approached her. I sat in front of Sophie as she explained “My dad is late again. I thought he would send Rupert, our driver. But he promised he’ll pick me up,”

  “And your mom?” I asked. She made a frown and said “Mom is in Paris,”

  I didn’t like how distraught Sophie was. Sophie’s my star student. She’s the smartest and the most talented student I have. In fact, Sophie and her mom were going to deliver the welcome speech on Mother’s day.

  “How about you help me make some decorations for Mother’s day?” I asked hoping it would bring her spirits up. I felt weight being lifted off my shoulders as I saw her beaming smile at me. She nodded with excitement.

  Minutes bled into hours that it was almost six in the evening. Sophie got a bit hungry so I treated her to the nearest vending machine. But I was furious towards Sophie’s dad. He can be the President or a powerful billionaire for all I care, but that doesn’t excuse him. He’s a parent and he should be more responsible.

  All the teachers were heading out so I decided to go and wait with Sophie for her dad near the parking lot. Ms. Clark who is a few years older than me decided to stay with me as well. Ms. Clark was one of the few teachers that welcomed me at this school while others simply don’t care.

  “I’m sure your dad will be here any second,” I assured Sophie as she held on tightly to my hand. “Your father is a busy man Sophie. I bet he has a good reason why he’s late,” Ms. Clark added.

  I rolled my eyes. Suddenly a black Rolls Royce rolled into the parking lot and this made Sophie jump up and down. The nice car stopped in front of us, Ms. Clark and Sophie had a smile plastered on their faces while I frowned. I felt more relieved that her father even arrived.

  The windows were heavily tinted that there was no possible way to look at the people sitting inside. The window in the backseat rolled down and I was taken back by a very gorgeous man. For sure this can’t be Sophie’s dad?

  “Hi daddy!” Sophie waved. Well, looks can be deceiving.

  “Hi pumpkin, sorry I’m late. I was hold up at—” but I didn’t give him a chance to explain himself when I said “Mr. Baudelaire, may I please have a word with you?” The man’s eyes then gazed over at me as he lifted an eyebrow. “Dad, this is Ms. Pierce. My teacher!” Sophie said.

  The man then closed the window and stepped out from his car.

  Oh my word…

  He was absolutely delightful. The lush, chocolate brown hair he groomed so carefully that had a rippling quality made my hands tremble with the need to comb his hair with my fingers. His roman nose complimented his strong defined face. Prominent cheekbones with a concrete jaw, and not mention his manly, peppered stubble. He had a devil-may-care outlook and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his entrancing silver eyes that were lit with a fire of passion. His height and shoulders screamed strength and power. And I bet that underneath that Armani suit is a body that’ll put Abercrombie models to shame.

  “Ms. Pierce, did you ask me to exit my car just to ogle over me?” his teasing grin made me snap out of my trance. Oh boy, the urge to slap that stupid grin off of him was real.

  “Mr. Baudelaire, do you know what time it is?” I asked him. He then adjusted his sleeve to look at his Rolex watch and said “It is a quarter till six, why?”

  I smiled as sweetly as I could as I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Mr. Baudelaire, all the other students have gone home. Probably enjoying a fresh homemade meal while talking about their day with their families while Sophie had to eat from a vending machine! You have to be more responsible towards your child,” I scolded him as if he was just a student of mine. Other teachers who are on their way towards their cars stopped and watched us. I didn’t care if I was causing a scene.

  “Ms. Pierce, if you haven’t interrupted me, I was just explaining to my daughter that I was late because I was held up at work,” he said calmly.

  “I don’t care if you’re meeting with the President. Work is no excuse to be late to pick up your own daughter,” I told him as I shook a finger at him like he was some boy. I felt Ms. Clark grab onto my elbow to hold me back but I shrugged off her hold on me.

  Sophie’s dad looked amused and surprised. Just to add fuel to the fire, his eyes traveled down my body and I was quick to react, “Mr. Baudelaire, my eyes are up here. Not only are you irresponsible but a perv—”

  “Alright Ms. Pierce, I think Mr. Baudelaire understands what you mean. I bet it won’t happen again,” Ms. Clark butted in as she shoved me aside. I glared at her not because she shoved me aside but because she winked at Mr. Baudelaire.

  “Sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Baudelaire, it was nice seeing you today.” Ms. Clark said as she practically stuck out her breasts to emphasize it. Sometimes I question my own gender.

  “It’s no problem Ms.?” Mr. Baudelaire asked.

  She stuck out her newly manicured hands and said “Ms.
Clark,” she made sure that he heard the Ms. To make sure he knows she’s single and ready to mingle… with him. Mr. Baudelaire then smiled and said “Thank you Ms. Clark for your kindness, Ms. Pierce’s complaint will be fully noted,” He then turned towards me and said “See you around Ms. Pierce,”

  He got in the car along with Sophie and sped off. Ms. Clark was all waves and smiles while the car sped down the road. I, on the other hand, was thinking how such good looks was wasted on a very irresponsible perverted man. Ms. Clark suddenly spun around to face me. Obviously, she’s displeased with my encounter with Mr. Baudelaire.

  “What were you thinking Ms. Pierce?” she asked as she waved her arms in the air exaggerating her speech. “I was just telling Mr. Baudelaire that it was wrong of him to pick his daughter up at such an hour,” I explained myself.

  “You know that Mr. Baudelaire is one of the most powerful billionaires in the country, right?” she asked. I give a curt nod and said “I don’t care if he was even the President himself. What he did was irresponsible and I will not tolerate such behavior,”

  The whole night was filled with thoughts about how irresponsible Mr. Baudelaire was and his alluring stare. It was truly unnerving, to be frustrated with that person yet you’re captivated by him.

  Next day had come and I was standing near the parking lot along with all the teachers waiting for our students to arrive. I was greeting a student of mine when all of a sudden I heard “Good morning Ms. Pierce!” Sophie’s voice chirped happily. “Good morning Sophie,” I greeted her back with a smile.

  “My dad said he hopes we’re on time this time,” she said as she pointed at a certain direction. My smile quickly faded as I saw Mr. Baudelaire leaning on the hood of his black Porsche wearing sunglasses and he was grinning at me. I noticed that all the other teachers ogled at Mr. Baudelaire especially Ms. Clark.