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

by Lia Lee

  Maya nibbled on her bottom lip, wanting to make a joke about Alain being corny, and the fact he didn’t have silk sheets, did he? But instead, she felt the ache in her core spread wider and moister. This infatuation of hers was going to get her in trouble, she knew it but she couldn’t run away now.

  Never would Maya have thought all his sweet talking and seemingly sincere warmth was all a façade. A major part of her had guessed Alain had secrets, but she’d never dreamed that it could prove bigger than the both of them. Yet that night, she could swear that their passion rang true. And when Alain started kissing down on her neck and picked her body up to straddle his waist while he moved them to the lone couch, Maya’s giggles turned to moans as she felt Alain’s hardness press against her heated center.

  Finally, Alain would make her his for the night. They both wanted it more than anything, and it showed in the way they undressed each other, peeling off the damp clothes. He told her she was beautiful, and she gasped in awe when she saw him naked. He had a gorgeous light tan that looked exotic next to her creamy brown skin. He touched and kissed her all over, never missing an inch of flesh. He got on top of her and trailed kisses down her body and came back up. Then he spread her legs and slipped his finger inside her.

  He massaged her tightness within and Maya began to moan and move with his hand.

  “Open your legs wider. Damn. You’re tight and hot, aren’t you?”

  Maya spread wider and pulled him on top of her. “I want you inside me.” She looked into his eyes not bothering to hide her desire. She was so ready for him. To her joy he wasted no time and thrust his thick length inside her. Maya screamed in pleasure.

  Alain stopped moving and Maya could see the muscle ticking in his neck. “You feel like it’s your first time,” he rasped, biting off a curse in French, which made Maya smile.

  “It’s been a while for me,” Maya confessed. “Just please don’t stop. I know the discomfort will pass. Take me, Alain.”

  She pushed up to meet her hips with his and Alain’s breath sharpened. He began to move slow and steady till he was fully inside her. Her walls throbbed and squeezed on him and soon his pace grew faster, rougher. Alain didn’t use a condom, but Maya knew he was aware she was on the pill. All they had to focus on was the pleasure, and it felt incredible. The sensation of hard and smooth, rough and tender gave the perfect synchromesh where their passion revolved at the same speed, shifting like the smoothest of gears.

  Maya didn’t know what to say when their first release shattered through them simultaneously. Then Alain landed atop her, seeming reluctant to remove his erection from inside her. He finally slid off her and Maya just stared into space like one in a daze. How could sex feel like that? So raw and yet so dazzling? Her walls still thrummed from being so perfectly fused round Alain’s thickness. He’d stretched her and filled her until she lost each memory of any lover she’d ever had. A sense of satiation rocked her system and she turned on her side, her back to Alain. She had to figure out what the hell just happened to her mind and body and how she could piece herself back together. Was this how it felt when you loved someone with your whole soul, that just a physical act of fulfilled desire made it feel you were reborn?

  Alain was in just as much turmoil. He’d gone to grab a beer which he gulped as he worked out what the fuck he’d gotten himself into. How had he not seen this coming? He’d held himself in check all this time, half-wary of taking things too fast and then, having his interest wan once the prize was sampled. Yet just now as he’d cum inside her, he’d been so close to echoing Maya’s emotional declaration of just an hour earlier. When she’d told him she loved him.

  He’d felt like a king and a bastard at the same time. Yet when the time came to claim her beautiful, smooth-skinned and curvy body as his, he’d thought of nothing else but her scent, her softness, and her submission. In giving all of herself so uninhibitedly, she’d drawn Alain even further within her spell till he was submerged within her essences.

  Now he was sure, he could never have enough.

  Alain walked back over to the couch and noticed that Maya had fallen asleep. He let out a deep breath. After bedding a woman he always made sure to be gone, because even the most ‘liberated’ types assumed he could be tied down just within a pair of sexy, sizzling thighs. Yet Maya was the first he could picture himself with the morning after, and the morning after that.

  He glanced at her derriere and felt himself go hard again. She had all the right curves and then some extra, and damn he wanted her again. He slid unto the couch beside her and pulled her close against him. He kissed her shoulders and then her neck. He grabbed one of her breasts and began to fondle and rub. Maya let out a moan, her lush hips rocking against his ramrod stem embedded against her ass. He slid his hand from her breast to her stomach and then down to slip his finger deep into her slit. As always she was ready for him.

  Then Maya surprised him. She turned to face him and then pushed him on his back, before getting on top of him. Alain entered inside of her and it felt even more like heaven as she moved back and forth on him. He seized her juicy breasts and tweaked her nipples, watching her luscious body sway while his ivory member slid in and out of her cocoa folds. It felt too good, it had his head spinning. She moved her hips faster and faster, her walls like silk tightly wound around him. He had to take back control or he’d spill too soon.

  Alain flipped her over and slid out long enough to maneuver her on her hands and knees. Then he drove hard into her from behind and heard her cry out his name. She moaned and begged for more and more. Taking Maya from the back was just as mind-blowing and Alain didn’t think he’d even been this hard, or felt anything as exquisite as Maya wrapped tightly around him.

  Just when he felt too close to the brink he pulled out again and lay her on her back once more, covering her with his body as he surged back deep inside her. Maya gasped and roved her hands down his spine to his ass. Her fingers kneaded into his toned flesh along with her heels urging him faster, deeper.

  Alain couldn’t remember the last time he’d been into vanilla sex. With other women he’d never really welcomed the intimacy of making love and felt more comfortable within the walls of a kinky, BDSM liaison with all the accompanying boundaries. Maya gave him a whole new perspective, where he could always have it both ways. It simply blew him away.

  Brushing his lips against hers, he thrust and thrust and felt ready to lose himself in an endless foray of Maya. Sensing the changes in her body as her constricting walls pulsed and gushed in readiness to orgasm, Alain groaned and pulled back from her lips.

  Watching her he saw her phases of release, the dilating of her liquid brown eyes, the way her lips parted in a silent scream while her body shuddered in ecstasy. Alain followed suit moments later, having held back just long enough to ensure they both coasted the smoldering waves together.

  He looked into her eyes while Maya lay beneath him and in that moment, he sensed all her emotions. Her trust, love and fulfillment. Alain knew that would have been a perfect moment to tell her the truth – and to let her know he felt the same.

  I really should have told her I loved her, he would think to himself over and over weeks and months later. It was a lapse he would regret with all the depth of his heart when the time came. Because in the end, even when he hadn’t set out to, he managed to leave her all alone, emotionally and physically. And would hate himself for it for a long, long time to come.

  ***

  Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, not to Maya. Just days ago, she was so sure she understood the way of the world, and just where she stood with a certain man who’d blown into her life at just the right time. And now he was gone.

  That rainy night a week ago, Maya and Alain finally had sex. The next morning before Maya was awake, Alain had left with a vague note and his phone number, saying he had to go back to Europe early.

  Maya had been in shock the whole time afterwards, and even the fact that there were signs Alain would be
back gave her no reassurances. For one thing he’d left the keys to the garage and some money to continue to source parts. But the whole leaving in the middle of the night thing didn’t bode well.

  What could she do, but pick up the pieces and forge ahead? She had her menswear shop job, and on top of that was her new past time of networking within the car community. A new determination set in, as Maya began to decide how to move forward. Maybe her new career would be centered round being a classic-car enthusiast.

  She certainly needed every kind of distraction to keep her mind off Alain, or any thoughts of calling his number.

  That was, until a month later, when she found out she was pregnant.

  ***

  Her best friend Nikki was all for Maya calling Alain up with the news about the pregnancy. All Maya wanted to do, was first just get her head around the fact she was carrying a baby. For a man who’d made love to her one night, then disappeared. And hadn’t called her since.

  Finally, Maya found it impossible to keep up her stance not to contact Alain. He’d been the one to leave, whether on an emergency, or to escape any kind of repercussion from their night of passion. A part of her, was beginning to regret her wish for them to become lovers, because it had all but backfired on her if she had to admit.

  There was no more time to think. She’d received the full test results that morning, confirming her suspicions.

  For so long all she’d wanted was a stable relationship. She had a comfortable life, but nothing was really complete without someone to share it all with. How could she now connect the caring Alain, to the cold one who’d left her high and dry and in the biggest pickle of her life?

  Now she was carrying his child, and she suddenly knew she had to tell him before it was too late.

  Maya didn’t want to raise a child all alone. She couldn’t imagine putting a child on her parents either, when they had their own kids to raise. If she was going to make any decisions about her pregnancy, she’d at least need Alain’s input. Whether he would deny it, or turn his back on her completely, was what she couldn’t be sure of. When it came to Alain she could never be sure of anything ever again.

  Maya called the foreign number with a sense of purpose she hadn’t had, before she found out about the baby. But the person who answered the phone was female who first spoke in rapid French. When Maya interrupted her in English and asked to speak to Alain, there was a sudden silence.

  The next moment, Maya could hear the phone exchange hands and then it was Alain speaking. Maya’s breath caught for a moment at the sound of his voice after so many weeks.

  “Alain, it’s Maya. We need to talk,” she started after they shared the initial greeting. It ached her deep inside to feel like she was talking to a stranger.

  “Is everything OK?” His tone had been surprised when she’d first said who she was, as if he’d never expected to hear from her again. Now he sounded deeply concerned.

  Maya had to hide her confusion. She didn’t understand who it was who’d first picked up the phone. It had definitely been a woman, but who was she to Alain?

  Somehow, she couldn’t find the words to say what she’d meant to say. “I just wanted to know when you’ll be back. You’ve been gone a month already, and I didn’t want to seem impatient, or entitled in any way or I would have called earlier. Still, I’m curious to know if you really ever plan to return.”

  Resentment had begun to creep into her voice, and Maya was sure Alain detected it. He seemed to let out a deep sigh. “I’ll still tied up here for at least another two months. But if there’s anything serious that needs…”

  “No,” she said quickly. “There’s nothing serious, honestly. You do what you have to do.”

  “So, you’ll wait for me?”

  The husky heat in his voice was back, and try as she could Maya couldn’t fight the chills of pleasure going up and down her back. She was crazy, wasn’t she? Because she was already making up all kinds of excuses why this was happening and how it couldn’t be any fault of Alain’s. It had to be something beyond his control, and she’d have to respect that.

  “It’s not like I have a choice, do I?” she finally joked, while thinking that of course, Alain couldn’t tell what she really meant. What could she do but wait, even when she knew that in two months, she was possibly going to start to show.

  Wait, she was keeping the baby?

  Maya kept asking herself the same question over and over, long after her call with Alain had ended. And yet, deep down she already knew the answer.

  Two months was indeed a long wait. Maya could only keep busy as much as she could. Partly, she acted as if the pregnancy hadn’t happened and life was normal as usual. But during unexpected moments, she’d get bouts of sentimentality when she’d simply burst into tears of disarray and fear. How could she possibly know what decisions to make, when this baby wasn’t hers alone?

  Somehow, she made it through the many long weeks of waiting. Being a woman who always had that enterprising spirit, nothing could ever really keep her down for long. She was so sure she’d got herself together, but that was until the moment her phone rang, and it was Alain. He was back.

  He asked if they could meet up, and Maya said yes. They made plans, and the moment the call ended Maya felt the panic set in. Did she really want to see him again? This was the weirdest relationship if there ever was one. Even if it was a long distance one, why was he so close-mouthed about himself – why couldn’t they keep in constant contact? Could he possibly be – gasp – married? And was trying to keep Maya as his dirty little secret?

  That was all the least of her worries though. The baby inside her was showing more and more signs of its presence each day. She had no obvious symptoms yet, except some infrequent bloating that went after a day or two. Maya wondered, would Alain notice anything different about her physically, when they met up again after three whole months apart?

  The fact was, Alain did notice something a whole lot different – in Maya’s demeanor, for one. She still had her usual confidence, just not with the same openness that had made it so easy to get closer to her. Now, she’d put up fences around her emotions and responses, acting more guarded than she’d ever been – but could Alain really blame her?

  Normally, he’d meant to stay away three months thanks to an unavoidable work emergency. Yet, he’d done his best to wrap things up in two, so he could make it back to Maya. Now there was this divide that hadn’t been between them before, and he hated it.

  He wanted the old Maya back, but how could he ease her mind, wouldn’t having to spill all the secrets he’d so far kept from her? There had to be another way to melt down her reserve, so he started asking about what decision she’d made as to her future, as well as what cars she’d found for him to restore. It was the first time she began to show any kind of animation, as her face brightened while talking about her plans. There was still something about her that had him concerned though.

  “Looks like you’ve been busy,” he said. “I’d imagine how exciting and exhausting it must all have been. You did manage to put on a little weight, so that’s a plus.”

  Maya let out a slight laugh, even as she raised a self-conscious hand to her cheeks. “For some women, weight gain isn’t actually a good thing.”

  “Well, the extra pounds looks great on you. You have this delightful glow, Maya. I can’t tear my eyes from you.”

  And yet, you could tear yourself away for three whole months, Maya would have burst out saying, but held herself back just in time. She wasn’t going to attack him for leaving. She just felt so glad he was back – even though she couldn’t show it to the fullest.

  Maya wasn’t surprised at Alain’s level of observation – he was always so astute and had noticed her body had changed. But he couldn’t guess it was from pregnancy. Maya, in her own case had been careful with her outfit, choosing a flattering dress in a free-flowing silhouette that hid her baby bump. She was already starting to show and couldn’t keep the baby a secr
et too much longer – not if Alain was going to be around for a bit. She just couldn’t decide, when would be the best time to break the news.

  Maya didn’t argue when Alain chose to bring her back to her place. But she led him up to her apartment instead of lingering in the garage. It held too many memories of their time together and Maya didn’t want any of those memories clouding her judgment. Once upstairs she offered Alain some wine or coffee, he chose wine but Maya didn’t pour a glass for herself.

  “You must have a lot of things on your mind where we’re both concerned,” he began, twirling the empty wineglass in his hand as he sat on the edge of the couch. Maya sat on the other end, hugging her arms around her with her back stiff while sitting forward.

  “I’m simply interested in how you plan explaining yourself,” Maya said calmly.

  “What if I asked you to trust that it’s for the best?” Alain lifted those arresting blue eyes up to Maya’s. “You always put faith in whatever I said. Has it changed?”

  “Oh, you have no idea what’s changed,” Maya said with a dramatic shake of her head. “But there are a few questions I have. When I called your number, it was a woman who answered and I wasn’t sure what to think. Is she some secretary, or…”

  “That was Cerise. She’s an assistant at the company where I work. You don’t have to bother about her or anyone. I’m more interested, in knowing just how much progress you made. And if you really want to make your mark in the car community like you’ve implied. Is that really your dream?”

  “So now you care about my dreams?” Maya huffed. “You skip out of here without warning, barely even call me or keep in touch, and suddenly my dreams matters? You’re joking right?”

  Maya saw Alain’s cheeks flush slightly and she felt a twinge of satisfaction. Whether he was angry or just embarrassed that she called him out, it didn’t matter. If she didn’t love him so much, she’d have kicked him out from the first second.