by Eva Luxe
“Open it and see,” he said.
“You know, the last time you got me a gift this small, it was a key to this house,” I said. “You didn’t buy me a car, did you?”
I opened up the box and saw the sparkling diamond ring staring back at me. My heart stopped.
“Zach?” I asked breathlessly. “What is this?”
I lifted my eyes to see him take a knee beside the bed. He reached up and grabbed my hand.
“Oh my gosh,” I said with a whisper.
“Paige Conwell, there are two things I know about you. I know you are a talented painter who has built a devoted fan base, and I know you are someone who craves answers. You create beauty from nothing, and you don’t stop until every single question rattling around in your head has been answered. You’re persistent, you’re stubborn, and you’re a miserable person to be around when you’re sick.”
“Wow, how romantic,” I said flatly.
“You came into my life when I had nothing. Nothing, Paige. And while I started as an assignment for you, I didn’t end that way. You saw something in me I didn’t even see in myself, and in loving me, you helped me to piece my life back together. You are the glue that holds this family close. The foundation Blithe has built her womanhood on. You brought my father back to me and opened my eyes to a man I would’ve never seen otherwise.”
He paused, almost chocking up a little. It was so damn sweet, to see a grown, strong man nearly reduced to tears for me.
“Now that I have everything— all the money in the world and all the time to spend it doing exactly as I please— there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you. You didn’t just captivate me, Paige, because you’re more than a pretty face. You came into my life and you fixed it. You fixed me, and in doing so, you made me better. You made everything better.”
Zach took the ring box from my hands and plucked the ring out before he poised it in front of my finger.
“I told you it would take me a long time to repay you for what you’d given me, and I realized something. I realized it’s going to take me a lifetime to do it.”
A tear streamed down my cheek, and my entire body began to shake.
“Paige, I love you. With everything I didn’t even know I had until you showed me I could have it. I don’t have much to give you, but what I have is yours. Will you marry me, Paige?”
I slipped my finger into the ring before I grabbed Zach and pulled him into my lips. When he kissed me, I felt everything. Supported and protected. Adored and loved. For the first time in my entire life, I understood what it felt like to have a family. I understood what it felt like to be a part of something bigger than myself.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Of course, I’ll marry you. Under one condition.”
“There’s a condition?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay? What is that condition?”
“You have to get this damn tray off me because that’s not what I want for breakfast.”
Carnal desire lit his eyes, and he picked the tray up from my lap. He turned around and set it on a chair as I got to my knees and slipped my nightgown over my head. He turned around and took in my naked form. Then his eyes migrated to the glistening diamond sitting on my left hand.
“I love you, Zach.”
His eyes panned back up to mine before he walked toward me and cupped my cheek.
“I love you, too, Paige.”
I went down on my knees and went down on him, sucking his big cock until it was swollen and hard in my mouth. Then he put me on my hands and knees and stretched out my pussy and asshole.
“You have the most beautiful ass,” he said. “I want to fuck it.”
“Not until our wedding night,” I laughed. “I have to save something until then.”
“Deal,” he said, plunging his cock into my pussy instead. I shuddered as it entered my pussy, which was already dripping wet for him.
He held my hips and pulled my hair a bit as he thrust in and out of me. I loved how my ripped, hard muscled mountain man fucked me like an animal. Just like I loved when he was gentle and sweet with me.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” he said, as I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me.
As he reached around to play with my clit, with his other hand finding my nipple, I knew I was on the edge too. “I’ll cum with you,” I told him.
“Just as it should be.”
As he played with my nipple and my clit I completely let go of myself, becoming putty in his hands as his cock worked my pussy.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, feeling the climax wash over me. “I’m coming.”
“I’m coming too.”
And he was shooting his cum inside me as I shivered and quivered, both of us experiencing the high of ultimate release and an earth shattering orgasm at the same time.
“That was amazing,” I told him, falling onto the pillows.
“That was worth marrying,” he agreed, with a laugh, joining me in laying down on the bed.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and I loved the thought of being my rugged, billionaire mountain man’s fiancé.
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Mountain Daddy: Never Before Published Follow Up Book to Mountain Billionaire
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Chapter 1
Zach
“Who’s ready to go see Grandpa?” I asked.
Blithe hopped up and down, excited. “I am! I am!”
“Not gonna lie,” Paige said. “I kind of am, too.”
“You just like the sauna he has in the guest bedroom he puts us in,” I said.
“What’s wrong with that?” she asked, grinning. “It’s not like we have a sauna in our little home.”
I made an offended sound. “Little home? I bought this home just for us.”
“I know, honey. It’s just that, it’s a townhome.”
“What’s wrong with a townhome? It’s in a decent part of town, it’s close to Blithe’s school, and it’s not a shitty commute to work for me.”
“Shitty!” Blithe said.
Paige glared at me before turning to Blithe. “No, sweetheart. We don’t say that word.”
“Sorry,” Blithe said.
Paige put her hand on my chest and looked up into my eyes. “I’m not trying to fight, okay? I love the home we have, and I like going to your father’s house in Seattle. Is that an okay thing?”
I nodded and kissed her lips, but I could still feel the tension growing between us.
Ever since Paige and I had gotten married, we made it a point to visit my father as often as he visited us. Paige didn’t want him getting the idea that we only wanted to see him if he came to us, but I didn’t see what the big deal was. He wouldn’t have purchased his own beachside condo if he didn’t want to come down here to see us, but Paige wasn’t hearing any of it.
Besides, the moment we first stepped into his house, my girls were hooked.
Blithe had her own indoor playground. The entire loft-and-attic combination had been outfitted and insulated to be a playroom for her. The walls were covered in paint that was equivalent to a dry-erase board, and she had all the colors of the rainbow and then some in dry erase markers to draw with.
> There was a slide that dumped into a ball pit, and there was a small trampoline she could jump on to get into the ball pit that way. There was a television mounted in the corner in case she wanted to curl up and watch something. There was a little reading nook that always seemed to have different books whenever we came over.
It was a room fit for a princess, and we lost Blithe to that room every time we walked in.
The house wasn’t just a haven for Blithe. It was a haven for Paige as well. There was an indoor pool and a hot tub that Paige adored as well as a swim-up bar that my father kept stocked. Sometimes it was simply full of alcohol she could mix herself, and sometimes he surprised her with a bartender to mix drinks just for her.
His house was exactly like a vacation getaway, complete with our own personal sauna in our own personal bathroom to use whenever we wanted. I knew I could get us something similar now that I had so much money, but I guessed I had gotten used to being rather frugal.
I had been sad to give up my desolate isolated cabin and I had opted for the security of a smaller place we could easily buy with cash and then determine what to do later. I supposed I was afraid of commitment when it came to house buying, even though I clearly wasn’t afraid of commitment when it came to Paige and Blithe.
Another part of it, if I had to admit it to myself, was that I didn’t fully trust my relationship with my father would keep going well. I had opted to keep much of my inheritance in a trust and only take out as much as I thought we needed to live comfortably on. If things went south between my father and me, I didn’t want him dangling money over my head.
Part of me was used to running away from him, and I supposed I wanted to keep it easy to go back into hiding if I had to— this time with Paige and Blithe, of course, and the money that we had taken from the trust. We could always sell the brownstone and go back to living in a mountain cabin if we had to. I was used to that kind of life. I trusted it and knew it well. It was this new city living that had me feeling a bit overwhelmed, although I sure did love living with my girls and providing them the kind of life I knew they deserved.
“My two girls ready to get on the road?” I asked, pulling myself out of my thoughts.
“Yeah!” Blithe said.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” Paige said.
We all hopped into the car and headed out.
As soon we were on the highway, Blithe tugged on Paige’s sleeve. “Paige?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Slug buggy black!”
Blithe reached up and punched Paige in the arm. She was giggling profusely as Paige rubbed her arm. Paige’s eyes scanned the horizon for any signs of Volkswagen beetles she could use against Blithe in their little game, but I knew she would never do it. She acted like she was playing with Blithe, but Paige would always let her see it first.
“Slug buggy green! You didn’t see that, Paige?”
“No, you’ve just got hawkeyes,” Paige said, grinning.
“Wanna play I Spy?” Blithe asked.
“Sure,” Paige said.
“Can I play?” I asked.
“No, you’re driving, Daddy. You gotta be safe.”
“That’s what you get for teaching her road safety so early in her life,” Paige said.
Blithe scanned our surroundings enthusiastically. “I spy with my little eye, something white.”
“White?” Paige asked. “That could be anything.”
Blithe fell apart in a fit of giggles as Paige started calling out random things.
“The clouds?”
“Nope.”
“That car in front of us?”
“Nope.”
“Daddy’s shirt?”
“No, and it’s not your shirt, either,” Blithe said.
Paige named things for ten minutes straight before she finally gave up. “What in the world are you seeing?”
“The sign for the ice cream shop we passed,” Blithe said.
“Blithe, it’s gotta be something we can see right now.”
“Well, when we started playing I could!”
Paige rolled her eyes, and I chuckled at my daughter. Blithe was so proud of herself. Her smile beamed from ear to ear. She’d gotten one over on Paige, and I could tell Paige was agitated. She looked so cute when she was frustrated with something. Her nose would crinkle up, and her cheeks would flush a deep red.
I leaned over and kissed her quickly before I got my eyes back on the road. Oh, how I loved my wife, my daughter— our daughter, since Paige was in the process of adopting her— and our life. I guessed I’d just have to get over my fear of letting myself feel truly happy and secure due to my past.
Chapter 2
Zach
The drive was long already, but with Blithe in the car, it was always longer. She had to stop every so often to go to the bathroom or get something to eat, and I don’t know why I never remembered to pack her snacks. By the time we pulled into my father’s winding driveway, we had been on the road for close to eleven hours.
I was ready to drop.
The girls, however, hopped out of the car and tore for the front door as my father whipped it open. Blithe jumped into his arms. He held her close before he gave Paige a hug. The girls went inside as I struggled to get the bags out, and my father headed toward me.
“Need a hand there, son?” he asked, clapping me on the back affectionately. My father’s warm personality was something I was still getting used to.
“Thanks, Dad.”
I started handing him bags before I closed the trunk of Paige’s car. Her car was the only reliable one we had to travel in, but it was beginning to see the first stages of breaking down on us. I kept up repairs on it as much as I could, but even I had to admit the cost was getting to be a bit much.
“Let me help you up the stairs with these,” my father said.
“It’s good to see you,” I said.
“I’m glad you guys could make it. With Blithe being sick last week, I wasn’t sure if you and Paige would chance it.”
“Trust me, Paige wouldn’t miss a chance to come up here,” I said, grinning.
I could hear Blithe giggling as she tumbled above our heads into the ball pit.
“I see she’s found her space,” I said.
“I’m glad she feels like she has one here,” my father said.
“And I take it Paige is at the hot tub?”
“Or in the room getting into that sauna. Here, I’ll take Blithe’s stuff to her room. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Sure,” I said. “Let me get our stuff set down first.”
I walked up the steps and took a sharp left. Blithe’s room was on the same side of the house as my father’s, and at first, it made me hesitant. I had slept in Blithe’s playroom just to be closer to her, just in case she needed anything in the middle of the night. But night after night, if she needed anything, my father was right there. A few times, she even crossed the hall and went into his room to climb into bed with him.
Paige convinced me to relinquish my nights’ watch and come to bed, and ever since, the ritual was that Paige and I got some alone time while my father took care of Blithe.
I dropped our stuff in the room and heard Paige sighing audibly. I grinned at her sounds and went to take my clothes off. I could just imagine sliding into that sauna with her and allowing the steam heat to envelope us. I could see the droplets of sweat trickling down her bosom as I wrapped my wanton lips around her nipples. I could taste the salted wetness of her pussy lips as the heat swirled around our heads.
“You ready?” my father asked.
His voice shattered my daydream, and I went back into the hallway to join him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Before I tell you, I want you to know that no one came to talk with me about this.”
My eyes narrowed in confusion. “Okay?”
“I didn’t even know you guys were short on money until I talked with Paige last week.”
“Wait, what?” I asked.
“It was nothing. I called to confirm you guys were coming up, and Paige told me Blithe was sick. She was panicking because she went to the drug store to buy something and her card got declined.”
Why the fuck had she not told me any of this?
“Dad, what happened?”
“Look, I don’t want to get anyone in trouble—”
“No one’s in trouble, okay? I just…” I looked back into the room and heard Paige sigh with relief again. “I’m just wondering why the hell I’m the last person hearing about this.”
“The only reason I know is because I called at the right time,” he said. “That’s it.”
“But she brought home medicine and stuff for Blithe. How did she do that if her card was declined?” My eyes slowly rose to connect with my father’s. “How much do we owe you?”
“Nothing, it was nothing. Blithe was sick, and I was more than willing to help.”
“Dad, you tell me right now how much we owe you,” I said. “You know I only want to use my own money, out of the trust, and not be beholden to you.”
“Son, I’m serious. You don’t owe me a thing.”
“Dad, I’m not playing. I have the money. From the trust. Paige thinks we need to save it for the future but I have it right now and I can pay you back.”
“Zach, if this is how you’re reacting to hearing about the purchase of some medicine, then I can’t proceed with this conversation.”
I bit my tongue and drew in a deep breath through my nose. “I’m sorry. Continue.”
“I want to give you guys a house,” he said. “If you won’t take any more of your money out of the trust then at least let me buy you a house.”
It took me a second to process what my father had said before I could figure out how the fuck to respond.
“No.”
He waved my refusal away. “I wasn’t able to give you guys a proper wedding gift.”
“That’s because you paid for the damn wedding, Dad.”
“I did not,” he protested. “It was your money. It’s all your money. You just won’t take it.”
“You’re not giving us a house. I can’t take a house from you.”