Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter (A Mountain Man's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  “I just want to take a very beautiful, attractive young lady to a nice dinner. It doesn’t have to mean anything you don’t want it to.”

  Maya bit on her bottom lip. “You make it sound so simple.”

  And maybe it was, she added to herself, and not giving it any more thought, she smiled and told him yes, she’d go out to dinner with him.

  Maya didn’t want to think she’d made a mistake, now that she was dressed and waiting at the restaurant he’d asked to meet. She was early, but only because she’d needed time to gather her composure before their date. She’d never dreamed a man like Alain would be in any way interested in her kind of woman. During college she’d ventured into a few interactions with not just white men but Asian as well. She had nothing against any kind of race, she just wanted them to share something in common at least.

  And thankfully, that seemed to be the case with her and Alain. When she’d said he worked with cars it had seemed like the icing on the cake, and was one of the reasons she’d agreed to go on this date.

  Maya might love her career in fashion, but she dreamed of doing something more. She’d always loved old cars. Her obsession didn’t lie so much with the engines, but with the style and interiors. She knew the hobby was an unusual one, and maybe that’s why she kept it secret from most people. Knowing that she just might find a kindred spirit in the handsome Alain, was an uplifting prospect. The chance of getting to have someone to talk with about her love of cars, made for great incentive to go out on her first date in weeks.

  That, and the fact that Alain was hot as sin, of course. Maya would definitely brave the dating scene again for eye candy like him. She’d liked his calm, alpha nature, and the way he looked like nothing could budge him. Maya was sure that such a trait would be invaluable in the fast-paced world of motorsports, with all the love of speed, thrills and danger.

  Maya got more and more excited as she waited. It would be great, she realized, to see Alain again. She was curious to see where this could lead. For the first time in a while, she was going out with someone she really found appealing. She was always getting set up by friends and family, and it never really went the way she would have liked. There was always something missing.

  Tonight, Maya wasn’t really looking for more than a nice time. She wouldn’t let herself think of anything beyond that.

  With this conclusion in mind, Maya was able to relax and be at her most natural when Alain arrived right on time. He looked pleased to find her waiting, and Maya cordially invited him to join her at the table. The place was upscale, cozy and off the beaten track enough to ensure the best kind of privacy. There was nothing more intimate, than a restaurant with enough elbow room and the sense of not having to worry about prying eyes.

  Maya could imagine the contrast they afforded, with her being black and Alain white. But it didn’t seem like Alain had any problem at all with that, and seemed quite at ease to make it plain she was his date.

  The charming man had brought flowers, which he handed to the beaming Maya. “Nice touch,” she commented. “Is this your way of setting the tone for this evening? Because it would seem you’re going for romance. I thought this was just dinner.”

  “What can I say? I like making the extra effort,” Alain said, not perturbed in the least by her teasing. Good sign, Maya thought to herself in approval.

  Over delicious food and excellent wine, their conversation was mellow yet fascinating. Maya wanted to know about his work with race cars, and he was happy to oblige her with stories of many of the events he’d been part of while based in Europe.

  “After I graduated, I got a job at an engineering company but I hated it – so I decided I was only going to do the things I love,” Alain said. “The nuts and bolts, the burn and growl of the engine and just being a part of something that offers constant challenges, is beyond fulfilling.”

  “Yet you must have decided it was time to slow down, and that’s why you’re on vacation. Have any big plans?” Maya asked with a smile over her wine glass as she took a sip.

  “Not really. I do have to check out a few trade shows, but one thing I’m looking forward to, is maybe getting to restore an old car while I’m here.”

  Maya gasped and her smile widened, while she set down her glass and leaned forward. “That is so crazy. You know, I love old cars and just tinkering with them. Oh, I’m nowhere close to being able to restore anything. And guess what?”

  Alain’s light blue eyes were twinkling at her animation. “What? Tell me.”

  “I actually live right over this old garage. Since the landlord took it over he’s been saying something about redoing the space or renting it out, but for now it’s empty.”

  “Would have been nice to get to see it.”

  “What, a dusty old garage?” huffed Maya, while feeling her heart pound at the sexy tilt in his teasing smile. If he was fishing for an invite back to her place, then he really was more of a bad boy than she’d guessed. Not wanting to be tempted by that possibility, Maya instead steered the topic to safer angles. Like how awesome the food was, and Alain’s great taste in picking the restaurant.

  It was then he told her he that though he was born in France he’d been raised in America. And after impressing the head of Mele Motors as a teen, he was invited to work directly with the owner of the company. Now he was twenty eight, he was grateful for the knowledge and experience he’d gained, that now helped him earn his career as an entrepreneur in his own right, and even working on his own patents.

  Maya was impressed by his success story, and how easy it seemed for him to open up to her. In turn, she told him a bit about herself. “Growing up in rural Kansas, all I wanted to do was be in the hustle and bustle of the city,” she confessed with a smile. “I’ve made it, but after years of living in the crowds, I’m not sure what’s next for me. The city doesn’t call to me the way it used to, but I can’t imagine moving back home either.” First she sighed and shook her head, then she let out a wry laugh.

  Alain settled his eyes steadily on hers, an answering smile playing on his lips. “It’s like you’re waiting for something…someone, to happen.”

  Maya looked up at him with dawning comprehension. Was that it? Maybe she really was waiting, yearning for the unknown – and staring deep into Alain’s eyes, she wondered if by any slim chance, there was anything there. A true spark, a promise that was more than just this thrilling attraction between them.

  Maya told herself he had to feel the same pull she did. She saw how he looked at her when he first saw her tonight, in her comely attire and mysterious evening makeup to complement her look. As they talked and ate, he never said or did anything out of place, or touched her inappropriately. Yet beneath the surface, and within the glint in his eyes and the husky heat of his voice, lay a spicy temptation. Telling Maya that it was up to her, to give in to it or shy away out of fear or self-preservation. Of course, she didn’t want to get hurt. Yet, neither did she want a golden opportunity to pass her by.

  When something felt so natural, it was easy to simply let instinct take over. By the end of their dinner, Maya already knew she wanted this to go beyond tonight. Though how far was she willing to go, she couldn’t as yet ascertain.

  Maybe she wouldn’t need to. Because there would be sometimes that everything would just align, and nature would simply take its course. Maya liked that Alain was confident, yet not brashly cocky. That he exuded control and dominance, without being arrogant or overbearing. He just had the whole package, making it easy for Maya to feel safe with him. Safe enough, to invite him in, by the end of the evening he’d brought her home.

  Her reason was she wanted to see what he would think about the collection of cars stored in the garage, which had an entryway leading up to her apartment. The space was built to accommodate several cars but now held three. Though Maya had sometimes used it as a mudroom she’d mostly kept it free of clutter.

  There were lockers and a workbench system, as well as various shelves, hook
and racks affixed to the wall, which held the tools while keeping much of the checkerboard PVC tile free.

  “The place is in pretty good shape,” Alain noted.

  “I thought you’d be more interested in what shape the cars were in. Being a car nut and all,” she teased, and Alain turned to her with a small smile.

  “Why do I have the nagging feeling you think I lied about being a mechanic. Am I right?”

  Maya laughed at that. “Of course not. I believed everything you told me.”

  Her bright smile slowly faded as Alain’s eyes gleamed at her breathy, artless words. The moment suddenly felt charged, and Maya was all the more conscious that she was alone with Alain in the dimly lit garage.

  To her relief, he then broke the atmosphere by turning away and suggesting they look over the cars. Two were classic models, and really caught Alain’s attention as he gave a cursory look over them. Words like chassis, fabrication, painting and prep and other technical automotive terms mostly went over Maya’s head as Alain spoke about the work the cars needed done. But she did like his enthusiasm and his depth of knowledge about cars and engines.

  There was something so irresistible and sexy about that. Maya couldn’t help the way her heart pounded and her nerves tightened as she listened to him while watching him move around checking things over with the cars. At one point he had to show her something and she drew in close, almost leaning over him and then realizing, their faces were almost level and their lips just inches from each other.

  She hadn’t noticed that Alain was still and silent till she looked up from the car’s interior and her mouth almost brushed his. Maya instinctively reared back and almost landed flat on her ass if Alain hadn’t caught her deftly. One thought instantly coursed through her bloodstream as she felt his arms around her. Strength. Goodness, he was so strong. His touch was powerful and his capable hands made her feel delicate and vulnerable, and so much like a woman.

  He didn’t let go of her even after she’d found her balance. Not like her legs could really keep holding her up, considering how wobbly they’d become from being in this situation with Alain. It seemed fate was always throwing them into these circumstances of physical awareness, just like back in the store earlier in the day.

  Maya could remember the fleeting fantasy she’d had even as she’d been leading Alain into the dressing room. It had full length mirrors and chaise lounges in rich leather – and most importantly, a lock on the door.

  Once inside, Alain would have the door closed and locked, the clothes forgotten as he stepped forward. He would turn Maya to face the mirrors, and with him standing behind her he would reach round and cover her clothed breasts in his big hands.

  He wouldn’t have to say a word, as he stroked the nipples with his fingertips until the nubs became evident beneath the silk. Maya would watch, breathless, as Alain gently kissed her neck while opening the buttons on her ultra-feminine blouse. Feeling him nibble sensuously on her flesh, Maya would throw her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure of Alain’s enticement. But then that sexily accented voice would rasp in her ear, telling her to open her eyes and watch him.

  With that. Maya would obediently peel her eyes open and watch Alain finish her blouse, and then scoop out her breasts to swell over the cups of her bra. He would grab her chin and turn her face to the side so he could catch up her mouth in a kiss, as his other hand squeezed her breast and teased her nipples in his thumb and forefinger.

  The heat would intensify between Maya’s legs at being kissed and touched by Alain, the moisture starting to trail down her inner thighs. Alain would break off the kiss and work his way down her neck, Maya moaning all the while as he continued to fondle her breasts in both his fine looking hands, so manly and masterful. Their eyes would meet in the mirror, and she would answer his smile with hers, just as she answered his dominant touch with no other thought but surrender.

  The memory of that steamy fantasy flashed in mere moments, but it had Maya recognizing that in this instance, she felt exactly the same now as then…felt the irrepressible urge to submit, to completely yield to Alain’s thrilling mastery.

  His eyes swept over her face and neck, her skin dewy and glowing, her chest heaving beneath her dress. His arms tightened a fraction, and he drew in a slow, deep breath. “You know two things I can never get enough of?” he said huskily, those ice-blue eyes hooded. “The smell of gasoline – and the smell of an aroused, sexy female.”

  “Alain, I…” Maya’s chest felt so choked with excitement she couldn’t form any more speech. Knowing that Alain could tell she desired him was both shaming and exhilarating.

  He swooped in for a kiss, and Maya instinctively went still and experienced the first few moments of savory passion, there on Alain’s delicious lips. Stifling a moan, she drew back and turned her head.

  “Whoa, Alain, didn’t you consider I just might have a boyfriend,” she protested while pulling out of his hold.

  Alain looked around the garage. “He’s not here, is he?” He reached for her again and tugged her purposefully to pin her against him. “And you wouldn’t have shown up for dinner tonight – in that dress – if you had a boyfriend.”

  Mixed in with the chagrin she felt that Alain could be so sure the said boyfriend didn’t exist, Maya felt a hidden excitement. He was right about dinner and the dress. The black, clinging silk with its lacy back and the cutout that revealed a diamond-shaped expanse of her spine, was definitely screaming ‘single and ready to mingle’ to the discerning male. There goes my plan to play it subtle, thought Maya wryly.

  “I guess you possess keen powers of insight,” she murmured, while her heart pounded as her breasts became tightly pressed to his broad chest, “What other things are you so sure of?”

  “Well, for one, that I’m a damn good kisser,” Alain said. “And that deep down, you’re worried what one kiss with me would make you do.”

  Maya huffed, just as she grew more breathless by how the distance between their lips grew smaller as he advanced. “Now that sounds like a challenge. What makes you think I’ll bite?” she asked.

  “Because you’re just as curious as I am. About this.” He placed his hand on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh through the soft fabric. His touch, his nearness seemed to make the air sizzle with awareness all around them. With her attention on the hand he now had trailing from her hip and up her waist, Maya was caught unawares when Alain planted a deep kiss on her lips.

  Maya made a weak attempt to struggle but the blast of hormones catching fire within her, took over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him back. It started off soft and clinging till Alain deepened the kiss, hungrily devouring her mouth as his hands moved over her body massaging her soft, firm flesh.

  Alain hadn’t been joking – he was definitely a good kisser. Her body reacted to the touch of his lips and hands in the strangest way. Her heart was pounding, knees weakening, she felt him capture her plump lower lip and suck it into his mouth. It brought a soft whimper from Maya’s lips and Alain groaned thickly in his throat, pulling her in harder against his body. It was thanks to his firm grip on her that kept Maya from dissolving into a blissful puddle of goo.

  Maya was already losing what little control she had left, her nipples throbbing painfully in arousal. She wanted him to take her hard, fast and deep – and all after one soft kiss. Was she crazy?

  Sweet, long moments later they parted slowly and looked directly at each other.

  “This isn’t right,” Maya said, while thinking, they’d only just met that day – and she barely knew that much about him. Yet how come his touch, his kiss made her want to throw caution to the winds?

  “And that makes it twice more fun,” Alain responded, which caused Maya to giggle. However, she wasn’t laughing when Alain slowly yet commandingly began to back her up. He stopped only when Maya felt the solidness of the wall at her back, and then he seized her mouth in another famished kiss.<
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  As their lips dueled hotly, he rubbed his hands over her body. Her breasts, her hips, her ass. He cupped the firm, generous globes and squeezed while letting out a deep, low growl of appreciation.

  Maya was having trouble breathing. She couldn’t believe this was happening – her handsome foreign stranger was now passionately making out with her. He lifted her by the waist and carried her towards the nearest car and gently placed her down on the hood. Those knowing hands thoroughly inspected her quivering body, making their way beneath the neckline of her dress. Maya moaned with pleasure as Alain caressed her breasts over her bra. She didn’t even know when she made a grab for his head and pulled him in for a closer kiss. In the meantime, he’d tugged down the cup of her bra and freed her nipples which he gave light tweaks with his fingers. Maya gasped into his mouth, saying his name.

  The sound of it on her lips seemed to make him even more enflamed. With a groan he shifted a hand beneath her skirt to press against the wet spot forming on her panties. Maya jumped at first but quickly adjusted to the sensation of Alain touching her lace-covered sex. Even as her head reeled, Alain bent to capture her nipple in his mouth, sucking the areole whole and making Maya moan all the more.

  Maya could literally feel her juices dripping from her folds down on the car, as Alain stood between her parted legs. While he sucked on her nipples one after the other, he delved underneath the covering of her panties to stroke her sizzling entrance.

  “Fuck. I’m dying to taste you here,” he said while stroking her lush folds, “And find out if you’re as sweet as I imagine. But I’m worried I’ll want more than a taste.”

  His accent sounded even sexier now that he was aroused. Maya quivered at his words, also asking herself if she wanted things to go that far so soon. If Alain wanted more, and then more, would she have the heart to stop him? Especially when she knew she wanted him just as badly?

  She ached for him, ached to free that impressive bulge in his pants and take his hardness in her palms. Maya wanted to share as much pleasure with him as he’d given her with his lips and fingers. His mouth, sealed over her breasts, and his skilled fingers, stroking on her clit and plunging in and out of her moist hole…It was almost enough to send her off the peak into blissful oblivion.