Mountain Man's Baby Surprise (A Mountain Man's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying and failing to say something. Then the impossible happened. Brett’s lips spread into a wondrously beautiful smile, both dimples digging deep into his cheeks, and whatever was in his eyes changed.

  Unless I was very much mistaken, the feeling that was lighting them up and shining out at me looked very much like—

  “I love you, too,” he said.

  An excited little squeak that I was by no means in control of popped out. “You do?”

  His arms tightened around me, and he bumped his nose to mine. “I do.”

  “Just like that?” I asked, repeating the words he’d said to me in that restaurant the night everything changed.

  From his answering smile, I knew that he remembered them, too. “Just like that.”

  I leaned down, my lips brushing his. “Kiss me like you mean it then.”

  And oh god, did he. Brett kissed like an angel, with his whole body, like he was pouring every emotion of this confusing, terrible, amazingly beautiful day into me. His lips were soft and firm and demanding. His hands tunneled into my hair and gripped it firmly, holding me to him as he feasted on my mouth. His tongue dipped into my mouth possessively, stroking me and licking me as he brought our mouths together over and over again.

  Then he abruptly broke the kiss, still keeping me close, but looking up at me with troubled eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?”

  In my love and lust filled mind, the question didn’t make sense. “Is what okay?”

  “Can we fu—make love without hurting the baby?”

  I almost laughed, but the seriousness and desperate worry in his eyes that I was going to say no stopped me. My heart squeezed and swelled that he’d broken off that intense kiss because he was worried about a baby he’d only known about for an hour. Two tops. He was going to be a terrific dad.

  Cupping his beautiful, concerned face in my hands, I smiled down at him. “I’m sure. The baby’s protected. You’re already a great daddy for asking, though.”

  A dark look crossed his features, but he shook it off almost before it started and stared up at me in wonder. “Daddy. Fuck, that’s going to take some getting used to.”

  “Tell me about it, but let’s not worry about it now.” We were going to talk about that look sometime very soon, though. “The only thing you should be worried about right now is how you’re going to keep up with my pregnancy horniness.”

  “That’s a thing?” he asked, perking up.

  I laughed at the hope in his expression, dropping a kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s definitely a thing.”

  “I can get behind that,” he said, flashing me a sexy smile. “I’m sure I’m up for the task.”

  Before I knew what was happening, he was rolling us over, and my back hit the mattress, sinking in deeper beneath his weight. His mouth closed over mine, and his hands skimmed my sides and my breasts. Squeezing and exploring, even though he knew every plane of my body by now. My hands snuck under the hem of his shirt.

  Somewhere between the crying, the making out, and everything else, it had come untucked from his dress slacks. He’d clearly been working, even if it was Saturday.

  Brett’s skin was smooth and warm under my palms, his muscles rippling deliciously as he moved. He rocked his hips against mine, and I whimpered. He was so hard, pressed exactly where I needed him to be, just without all these silly clothes in the way. I decided to do something to remedy the situation immediately.

  I wanted to feel him against me too badly to struggle with his buttons, so I simply tugged the shirt off over his head. He raised his arms and almost didn’t even have to break the kiss before his shirt was off and his perfect body covered mine again.

  His hands were moving just as urgently as mine, making quick work of my tank top and rolling the lazy day sweats I’d been wearing off, along with my panties. My fingers struggled with his slacks for a second, then his were there to help and he was kicking them off, all the while kissing every worry I’d ever had from my mind.

  We were naked the next minute. The ache building between my legs was almost as intense as it had been the first time I’d been with him. My need for him only grew as the days and weeks went by. My sex swelled, and the space between my legs was slick. My clit throbbed, and I arched my hips against Brett’s for some relief.

  He was hard as steel, hissing when he came into contact with my wet core. His erection slid between my folds, making me desperate for it. For him.

  “Brett,” I moaned. “Please.”

  His lids were at heavy and his pupils dilated. It was still insanely sexy to see him like that. I wanted him so badly that I nearly couldn’t breathe, and I knew he wanted me just as badly. He paused for a second, his body stilling before he smiled like a madman. “Guess I don’t need to get condom, huh?”

  “Guess not.”

  My hips strained upward, trying to coax him into sliding into me, but he fixed me with an intent look and didn’t move. “I’m clean. I got tested again the other day after we had that talk. Just in case.”

  “Well if you’re clean, I’m clean, too,” I told him, though it was probably redundant since he was very well aware of the fact that he was the only man I’d ever been with.

  Brett grinned, as if he liked the reminder anyway. “Yeah, you are. Are you okay with this then?”

  “Going bare?”

  He nodded.

  “I think we’re well past that, but yes. If you need me to say it, then yes. I’m absolutely okay with this.”

  Leaning his forehead against mine, I felt him line himself up, fitting himself to me. “You’re mine, Sophia. You know that, right? All mine. I love you.”

  “And you’re mine,” I replied. “I love you, too.”

  Then he thrust home, and we both cried out. Falling quickly into a perfect rhythm, he grabbed one of my legs and pulled it up, my knee bending to hook over his ass. It made him slide deeper into me, until I was sure that I couldn’t take another inch. The feeling was intense, but pleasurably so.

  Brett was everywhere, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There was nothing of myself that I wouldn’t give to him. He owned me.

  Heart. Body. Soul.

  The way that he made love to me told me that he felt exactly the same way. My back slid against the sheets as he thrust into me, pushing me into the mattress. The sensations were so potent, so rhythmic, the pressure so perfect that my entire body started shaking from the force of the pleasure that he was bringing me.

  “That’s it, Soph. I can feel you, you’re getting so close.” He grunted as he pumped into me deeper and faster than before. “Me too. I’m letting go. Let go with me, baby.”

  As if his words cast some sort of spell over my body, binding me to him, my orgasm spiraled through me at the exact same time that he tensed and groaned my name above me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brett

  The phone just kept ringing and ringing. Mark was clearly still not talking to me. Any minute now, his voicemail was going to tell me it was full. Unless he was simply deleting all my messages without listening to them. None of the texts I’d sent him had been marked as read, so it was a good bet he wasn’t listening to voice messages, either.

  I was standing in his living room, looking out at the street a couple of stories below. People moved about their business like ants, like nothing of significance had changed in the past twenty-four hours. If only that was true for me, too.

  “Brett, do you want any coffee?” Sophia called from the kitchen.

  I’d stayed with her the night before. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her alone. Mark hadn’t come back, and he wasn’t talking to either of us, as far as I knew.

  Sophia and I hadn’t talked much about anything, though we’d been at the apartment together. We watched mindless action movies, ate comfort food, and let each other think. It was pretty great to be with someone who knew me well enough that I could be by myself, even though she was the
re with me.

  “Please,” I called back to her.

  There was a domesticity about us suddenly that I wasn’t completely uncomfortable with. What I was entirely uncomfortable with was being on the outs with Mark. We’d had spats over the years, sure. But nothing like this.

  He was actively avoiding me, and while I would never admit it, I needed him. Sophia needed him. We were both still in shock and trying to come to grips with the fact that we were about to be parents. My stomach clenched, and my heart went wild every time I let myself think about it.

  If it kept going the way it was, I was probably going to have to get to a cardiologist, sooner rather than later, but I didn’t let Sophia know it. She was drifting around like she was in some kind of daze. I had to be strong for her and be there for her.

  I still had to tell my mom that she was going to be a grandmother, and I didn’t really know why I was putting it off. She was likely to be thrilled about the latest development. Mom had always loved the Loves as much as I did.

  Sophia hadn’t told her parents yet, either, probably because we were still struggling to deal with it ourselves. She hadn’t even told me outright that she wanted to keep the baby. I blanched at the alternative, but swallowed it back.

  The tone of the few conversations we’d had thus far hinted strongly that she wasn’t considering… taking care of it. I wasn’t even going to think the word.

  Sophia’s soft footfalls sounded on the carpeted floor, and I turned to find her holding two steaming mugs of coffee. She held one out to me and came to stand beside me.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “Sure.”

  We sipped in silence, both watching the people below go about their business as though they didn’t have a care in the world. Realistically, I knew that probably wasn’t true. Everyone had their own shit to deal with. It simply felt like we were dealing with this monumental thing while everyone else was going out to brunch or doing Sunday morning grocery shopping.

  I didn’t know how to feel about that.

  It was pretty fucking hard to believe that there were actually three people in this room, not only the two I could see reflected in the window we were staring out of. I couldn’t believe we’d made a baby. And that that meant I was going to be a father.

  My heart did the crazy galloping thing again, only calming when I fixed my gaze on Sophia’s reflection. Because as much as I never thought I would be a father, I also never thought that I could love someone the way I did Sophia.

  I’d known for a couple of weeks now that whatever was happening between us was different, and I strongly started suspecting about a week or so ago that I was in love with her. We were at my place at the time, and the sun was just starting to set over the Lake outside, casting the room in a soft, orange glow.

  Sophia was naked in my bed, a light sheet covering her body while she napped. We’d spent the afternoon making love, not getting enough of each other. She’d come five times, not that I was counting.

  Okay, I was counting, but it was because I cared about her, and she made me feel like the superhero she told me she used to think of me as.

  I had some work to get done, so I let her nap while I worked in my home office, then went to wake her because she’d told me that she needed to be home that night. Once I’d reached my bedroom, I paused in the doorway to admire her in my bed, and something inside me just clicked.

  Having women at my house wasn’t usually something that I was a fan of, but with Sophia, it was kind of right. I hadn’t wanted her to leave. In that moment, I realized that what I felt for her was infinitely more than what I’d ever felt before.

  It felt good to finally have it out there, to have said it to each other. The road ahead of us wasn’t going to be easy, but we’d get through it. I knew it in my heart and in my gut. And I trusted both.

  To get through it, though, we actually had to start facing it.

  “You heard from Mark yet?” I asked.

  Sophia shook her head sadly. “Not a word. He’s still not reading my messages or taking my calls. You?”

  “Nada. Complete radio silence.”

  “Has he ever ignored you like this before?” she asked quietly.

  “No, not like this.”

  “I’m sorry, Brett. This is all my fault.” It sounded like her heart was breaking, which made me want to leap from tall buildings or save a tree full of kittens or something. Anything. Her heart belonged to me, and she should never be feeling what she was.

  I set my mug down and gently took hers, setting it down beside mine. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I tugged her to my chest and leaned my forehead against hers.

  “Listen to me, Soph. You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault. None of this is. I knew exactly how Mark would feel if he ever found out, and I did it anyway because I couldn’t stay away from you. I’ll try him again. We’ll deal with him together.”

  She breathed out a rattled sigh, her arms winding around my hips. “Okay.”

  I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “In the meantime, we should probably get this ball rolling. We need to talk to your parents, to my mom, and we probably need to get you a doctor’s appointment. I’ll give Mark one more try now. If he still doesn’t answer, he goes on the back burner for now.”

  “Look at you, all alpha male and in control.” Her lips hitched into a small smile. “Can’t call a doctor on a Sunday, so should we start with the parents?”

  I was far from in control, but if it was making Sophia smile to think that I was, then so be it. “Sure, go get showered, and we’ll leave after. Okay?”

  “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Kelly. I love you.”

  God, I loved hearing her say that. I placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Always a pleasure doing business with you. Love you, too.”

  Sophia gave me a squeeze, resting her ear over my heart for a couple of beats. Then, she smiled up at me and skipped from the room.

  I dug my phone out of my pocket and gave Mark one last try. No surprise there. The call went straight to voicemail.

  “This is Mark Love. I’m not available at the moment. Please leave me a message or try again later.”

  I’d been trying to get him to change his generic message for ages, but he didn’t want to listen.

  “Mark, it’s me. Again. You really need to pick up or call me back. We’re gonna have to sit down and talk about this sometime. We’re officially family now. You can’t ignore that forever. Call me.”

  I knew that Mark was upset and that he had every reason to be, but I wanted to talk to him. Or at least have him listen. He needed to know that I loved her and that I wasn’t walking away from Sophia or from our baby. I wanted him to accept our relationship, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen overnight.

  While he still thought that I was simply fucking his sister behind his back, though, he would never accept it. Soph and I were so much more than that, so much deeper. If I could make him see that, he would come around. I was sure of it.

  Until he did, I had to focus all my energy on Sophia and stop placing so much of it on her brother. She was carrying my child, and I was going to take care of both of them. No matter what.

  Fuck whatever Mark had to say about that.

  Once Sophia was showered and dressed, we were off to her parents’ house. She was sitting beside me in the Audi, clasping her hands tightly in her lap. I reached for her hand, placing it under mine on the gear shift in the hope that it would bring her some small measure of comfort.

  It seemed like it did when she gave me quick smile.

  Her parents lived in a single-family home over in Forest Glen. It was a spacious, homey place with a large garden. I used to love spending time there. The Loves had always been welcoming, and they’d given me my first real taste of what having a properly functioning family was like.

  And you paid them back by knocking up their daughter.

  I pushed the thought away. I couldn’t afford to be having thoug
hts like that right now. Sophia needed me to be there for her. That was what this was about.

  “You got any ideas on how you want to break the news to them?” I asked over the low hum of the engine.

  “Not really, but I do think it should come from me. Thanks for coming with me, though. It means a lot to me.”

  Giving me another small smile, she withdrew her hand from underneath mine and placed it over it instead, winding her fingers through mine.

  “Of course. I told you, Soph. I’m in this with you. Two hundred percent. I’m all in.”

  She surprised me by letting out a sudden peal of soft laughter.

  “Are you laughing at me right now?” I asked.

  “No,” she said, still giggling. “I’m laughing at myself.”

  “Why?”

  “You saying you were ‘all in’ reminded me of one of the first thoughts that I had when I found out.”

  “Yeah? And what was that?” I was already starting to grin. If it could make Sophia laugh at a time like this, I was desperate to know.

  Her cheeks flushed a little, and she hesitated before answering. “That you just had to have super sperm that gave it their all, just like you always do.”

  “Super sperm?” I liked the sound of that. Chuckling, I told her, “What can I say? I’m a balls to the wall kind of guy.”

  “That you are,” she mused, still smiling.

  But all traces of lightness or laughter disappeared when we pulled up to her parents’ house to find Mark’s car parked behind their two-car garage.

  “He’s here?” Sophia asked disbelievingly. “I thought for sure he was passed out on Shawn’s couch or something.”

  “Me too,” I agreed. “If he came home, it hit him a lot harder than I thought.”

  Sophia nodded her agreement and sighed. “It also means that he’s probably already told them.”

  Mark must’ve seen my car pulling up because he came barreling through the front door and down the porch steps, his eyes spitting fire at me when I opened my door.