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

by Lia Lee

  Hartford gasped as she was dragged over his lap. His back against the couch, his legs slightly apart, he held her hips as he forced her to straddle his thighs. Then he caught her mouth in a blistering kiss again.

  Hartford moaned into his mouth when his hands covered her sex, pushing her lace panties aside. His palms clasped the full flesh in his heads. “I missed this…” he hissed into her mouth, yanking her closer. She moaned as her body was ground against the crotch of his pants. His manhood already hard, just like she’d thought it would be, ground her clit. He dragged her against it, and she flushed beetroot red, knowing she was drenched, knowing she was seeping through her panties, but he didn’t stop. His mouth gained force, his tongue tangling with hers, before he broke the kiss and nudged her nose with his.

  “Give me your tongue.”

  Hartford slowly offered it to him, their lips barely touching, and their tongues danced together, destroying her senses. Hartford slid her hands into the collar of his shirt before she undid one button, and another, and splayed her hands possessively over his wide chest. His muscles flinched beneath hers reflexively. She ran her palms across his pecs, the sparse matting of hair tickling her palms and making her insides clench in want.

  He was virile and he was possessive, and he wanted her body. She could smell his lust on him, surrounding them, and just when she’d managed to push his shirt off his torso and bend her head to his throat, he yanked at the waistband of her panties.

  She groaned against his neck as the fragile lace snapped between his strong fingers. He pushed it off hurriedly, yet calmly, and she dragged her palms over the hair on his chest, flicking her tongue out over the flat brown nipple. He lurched beneath her, and her hands gained force and haste. She slid them over his abs, lower, pushing her fingers through the waistband of his pants. He wrenched them away and pushed her back.

  “You don’t get to have all the fun.” He reached behind her back, and in one swift jerk, the zipper was undone. The bodice of her dress came loose, and she did not grab it to hold it in place. She didn’t want to hide from him. Not anymore. The fabulous green lace pooled around her waist as her heavy breasts were freed to his gaze.

  “Jesus, Hart.” Instead of ravaging them like she’d expected, he was only looking at her face, while his large palms struggled to hold her breasts. “Do you have any idea…” he whispered as if it was a horrible, painful secret, “how much I missed your body during the last four years?”

  Hartford clutched his biceps as the flames flared unabashed in his eyes. “I woke up in a sweat so many nights. All I ever dreamed about was seeing you as mine again…” He nudged her nose, then sucked her lower lip. Hartford whined pathetically as the wetness lingered, accentuated with the waft of cool air. “Having you naked and all mine.”

  Hartford’s restraint snapped when he hissed the word “mine.” She pushed her fingers through his hair and grabbed handfuls, as she slid her tongue over his lower lip boldly.

  Gerard groaned and pushed her back onto the couch, yanking her dress down her body and leaving her naked.

  Hartford arched her back and gave in, surrendering to his sight. He pulled back to watch her. Bending his head, he slid his tongue over her nipple, and she pushed her breasts out as they swelled and ached to feel more of him. His mouth traveled down her belly to her navel, and he bit a mouthful next to her belly button.

  “Gerard…”

  His hands gained urgency when she cried out. When his hands slid over her thighs, pushing them to part, she was more than eager to give him what he wanted. She spread her legs and lifted, crying out in shock when he pressed his thumbs to either side of her sex, spreading her wide and dragging his tongue along the space.

  “Ohh…” Hartford squirmed, lifting her hips to meet his tongue. His lips closed over the petals dangling from her slit. The sounds resounding in the room, in her mind, she closed her eyes, the velvety slide of his tongue making her jerk every time. He licked along the seam and then flicked across her clit repeatedly. Hartford lifted her arms to clutch the armrest above her head, and her head thrashed, her hips lifting off the seat of the couch as she waited… waited for the storm to overtake her.

  “Oh my God…”

  “Say you want me,” he hissed. Hartford clenched her eyes shut. When his mouth didn’t return to the wet space between her legs, she realized he was waiting. He wanted her to plead.

  “I want you, Gerard.”

  His lips landed ferociously between her legs. She screamed shortly and her entire body jolted as he sucked her clit. Deep sucks with his lips and the flicking tip of his tongue against it, he made her watch as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside the entrance to her body.

  “You taste so good,” he said when she blushed and turned away.

  Again she stroked her hands through his hair, and she moaned out his name, not wanting to say anything else. The music of their gasps and pants was too drugging. She held his head to her body while he sucked and bit the sides, and then she felt the tip of his finger sliding along the inside of her thigh to join in the torment.

  It probed the entrance to her body, and her eyes snapped open. “Yes”—she lifted her hips, knowing he wanted her to ask, to plead—“put it inside me.”

  His face hardened, almost angry as he pushed an inch into her confining warmth. Her lips parted and she reached for it, holding his gaze, connected in the moment as he felt the very intimate insides of her body.

  “Deeper,” she mouthed without actually saying it.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he hissed and pushed his finger knuckles-deep inside her.

  A sound that was half sob left her mouth. She shook as his free hand circled her clit and he pounded her insides with his finger. She was stretched open, and his knuckles slammed against her sensitized softness, but she wanted it. The agony and dull ache of sex… she wanted more. Soon his shaft would be filling her, stretching her, hurting her.

  She shook as the orgasm rolled through her, and his mouth covered her clit while he continued to pump his fingers inside her needy body. Hartford was aware of the pathetic sounds escaping from her chest. She was aware that she was completely disconnected from reality as she shook, and flashes of color appeared before her clenched eyelids.

  Hartford was still jerking when he abandoned her clit and dragged his finger out of her. He pressed a kiss onto her navel and then the side of her ribs, then her nipple, before covering her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his mouth, and it made her feel wicked and heady. Up until he lifted off her.

  Her heart tightening in fear, she sat up. Shirtless, wearing just his pants, the front of them slightly drenched from the juices of her body as he’d ground her onto himself, he seemed to be waiting for something.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Gerard’s brows shot together, and he shook his head. “I won’t stop. I’ll never stop if you’ll let me touch you and kiss you.” He reached down and slid his arms beneath her body, yanking her up against his chest. She snuggled into him, unable to look away from his face, his chiseled jaw, his strong nose.

  “Where are we going?” She let her head rest against his shoulders, wiped out from the orgasm that only she’d reached.

  “I’m taking you upstairs, to make love to you.”

  Hartford leaned back. “Your knee…”

  He watched her, as she looked ready to jump out of his hold to save his knee. “Hartford…” he said disapprovingly as he effortlessly carried her up the stairs to where she slept next to Trent’s room. “I sure hope you know that it’s not my knee that’s going to be fucking you.”

  Hartford knew he’d deliberately misunderstood, but he’d already carried her up. He kicked shut the door and placed her on the bed gently, leaning down to kiss her lips in a long, intimate kiss. When he broke free, he stood back and watched her slide higher on the bed.

  She watched his muscles bulge as he undid his belt, then his fly, and pushed his pants down to the floor. Her gaze hooked
to his abs, to the black boxer briefs that hung low from the weight of his engorged shaft and balls. She reached out to stroke her fingertips against it. Gerard paused, and her heart beat faster. Turning to her side, she rested her head on one hand, while she used the other to toy with his shaft ever so gently. He was frozen to the spot, his jaw clenched. She bit her lip, slipping two fingers through the pocket at the front of his briefs.

  The loud exhale was hers, and his, too, when her fingers slid across the heated head of his shaft. She swallowed, her bravado vanishing for a moment, and he shook his head. “Don’t get shy on me. It’s all yours.” He dragged his briefs off and let his shaft spill out. It sprung out eagerly, hard and pointing toward her, and Hartford sat up. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled him onto the bed, and when he complied, she pushed at his shoulders with enough force to make him land flat on his back.

  “What are you…” He jerked as her small hands slid straight down to his navel and her fingers wrapped around the girth of his manhood. “Jeez.” He grabbed her wrists instinctively, and she looked up, her hair spilling around her face as she fought his hold away.

  “Don’t you dare,” she whispered and bent her head.

  She slid her tongue around the root of his shaft and felt his body jerking beneath her. The taste of him was incredible. It tasted sinful and sexy and hot and made her clit throb in response. Jerking her head to push her hair out of the way, she held his eye and clutched his shaft, sliding her tongue along the root to the very head.

  He groaned long and low at the sight, no longer stopping her, his hands beneath his head as he lay back to watch her. “You look so beautiful.”

  “Down here?”

  His brows furrowed as she slid her tongue along around the ridged head. “Dammit… yes…”

  She pulled back, breaking eye contact. As she squeezed his shaft gently, a drop of shiny precum glinted on the very center of the head. She pressed her thumb to it, spreading it around. “God.” She slid her tongue over it hungrily, licking off the taste. Gerard grunted, pushing his hand into her hair, holding her head captive as he exerted the gentlest of pressures.

  Hartford moaned as his manhood slid past her lips and the head of it slammed against the back of her throat. She gagged only slightly, pulling back, and when he claimed her head, she was lost. She sucked furiously, hollowing her cheeks. When she squeezed his shaft, she was rewarded with another hot gush of precum. Fisting his shaft at the same time, she sucked the head, before her hand slid down to cup his balls.

  “Fuck!” His hand tightened in her hair as she rolled his balls around in the sac. When she glided her tongue over the side of his sac, he pushed her onto her back on the bed.

  His mouth traveled hurriedly over her breasts, biting gently, trailing a path down the sides of her waist. Then, he brazenly flipped her over to bite a mouthful of her ass. Her cries were muffled into the mattress, and her fingers clenched around the bedspread as she clawed at it. His hands explored her wide hips; he kissed the cheeks and bit small mouthfuls. He pushed his fingers through her crack, and she lurched off the bed when his fingers drove up her passage again. She lifted onto all fours, pushing her hips back as he pounded her with a finger.

  “Oh God…” She bent her head. Past her heavy swaying breasts, she saw his shaft, his balls, and his hand as he popped his finger back and forth in her. “Take me, please,” she cried, pushing her hips sideways and wincing when he pulled his finger out, shoving her sideways.

  She bounced slightly on the mattress before he yanked her legs apart and around his waist and looked straight at the space between her legs. “You’re all spread out and wet for me.”

  She lifted her hips in answer. He clutched the root of his shaft and pushed the head through the folds of her sex.

  “Gerard…” She reached for him blindly, emotion overtaking her. “It’s been four years.”

  He stopped, with his shaft buried only an inch inside the wet, clasping body that was threatening to suck him in if he didn’t thrust soon enough. He bent forward, holding his weight up on his elbows, his forearms braced beneath her shoulders, his lips inches from hers. “Look at me.”

  She opened her eyes and reached for his hips, drawing him deep. “Take me.”

  “Just look at me,” he said so lovingly that she warmed. Her hands slid up his back, and she watched him, panting, his shaft barely an inch inside her body.

  “What?” she said between pants.

  “I love you.”

  Hartford’s breath escaped in a rush at the long-forgotten, beautiful words she hadn’t heard in years, and the tears were just burning her eyelids when she screamed. His pelvis slammed against hers, cleaving her open with one swift thrust.

  Hartford’s body arched like a bow, tensed as she fought to overcome the pain and the shock of being stretched so wide. She moaned out his name and clenched her thighs, his balls pressing to the curve of her ass. They were wet, drenched from her body, while his shaft landed so deep she could feel it hitting the very end of her passage, hurting and throbbing.

  “I’m inside you again.” His voice was dripping with wonder as he pulled out. Hartford’s body made room for his shaft, and when he slammed in again the cry was of pure delirium. Her arms fell to her sides, and she did nothing but watch the incredible sight above her. His handsome face, his chest, his bulging shoulders and biceps, as he thrust up inside her forcefully.

  Hartford’s breasts swayed, and she gave up completely. “God, oh God…” she hissed as he circled his shaft inside her, mercilessly pulverizing her clit, making her shiver for the impending orgasm. It came over her too fast, and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass wetly served as the most perfect backdrop. She dug her fingernails into his back as she came, jerking ferociously as he continued to thrust. She was too sensitive and too tender. And then she too was cumming.

  His groan resonated in her ears. Familiar. His body shuddered above hers. So familiar.

  Panting harshly, he leaned down to kiss her mouth unhurriedly, gently, keeping his weight off her. Hartford moaned in protest when he pulled his shaft out of her and fell to his side, dragging her with him, pulling her face into his chest and throwing a leg over her.

  She felt tiny. So small, and protected, and vulnerable. She was ready to risk it all for another chance with him. He loved her. He still loved her. He’d proven it with not just his body, but also his words. She clung to him silently. Terrified, yet excited. Wary, but trusting. She could trust him; she could. He loved her, and he’d never hurt her.

  But he had. Once upon a time, long ago, he had hurt her, and she was still recovering for the gashes that it left behind. That was a long time ago. She defended him herself, her arms tightening protectively around him.

  She couldn’t let go. He felt too comforting. He was her son’s father, and he was the love of her life. She let him pull her back. When he did, she slid a hand over his forehead, tenderly pushing his hair back.

  “Hartford?”

  She pressed a finger to his lips. “Shhh.” Then she swallowed, and the fear evaporated from her mind. She smiled. “I love you too.” Sobs choked her, twisting her heart in relieved pain at allowing the words out of herself. “I never stopped loving you.” She let him clutch her face into his chest, his hand sliding down her spine.

  “Dammit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll always be here for the both of you. I promise.” He was kissing her again, stroking her body greedily, and Hartford forgot every doubt she had about him. She touched him to her fill, while he explored her body. When he yanked her over his body to ride his manhood, she reveled in the moment of taking control.

  Chapter Ten

  Hartford’s fingers slid along the sinewy muscular leg. She bit her lip, lost in concentration, and when she looked up, Gerard looked like he was in pain. Her fingers stilled. “What?”

  He shook his head, his face pinched and tight.

  “I thought you said it didn’t hurt anymore.” Her heart thudded to the ground
in fear for his injury.

  “It doesn’t hurt in my knee anymore.”

  Her eyes narrowed, and she caught the gleam of lust raging in his eyes. “Oh, right.” She shook her head and was horrified when she felt herself blushing. “You’re incurable.”

  “I’m extremely horny.”

  Hartford flushed and glanced quickly toward Trent. She didn’t want her son overhearing. But he was in the newly set-up playroom on the ground floor. She could see him through the open door playing with his nanny, Elma, squealing with laughter. “How are you possibly still horny? Don’t you ever tire?”

  “Not when I have your body at arm’s length.”

  Hartford bit her lip. “Well, good for me.”

  He chuckled and grabbed the tops of her arms, pulling her up. She settled sideways into his lap. He inhaled deeply, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You smell sensational,” he whispered, and Hartford pressed her lips teasingly to his.

  He slid his hands around her waist and clutched it securely, while he slanted his mouth, his lips gentle but every fiber of his body tense and taut with the aggression and desperation of having her body naked and writhing beneath his again.

  “Are you happy?” he said an inch away from her mouth. Hartford pecked his cheek, then his eyelid, languishing in delight at the warm sensation, his heated skin alive beneath her mouth.

  “I’m ecstatic.”

  “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that, so she slid a hand protectively, territorially, over the side of his face. “So will I.”

  He grinned. “Let’s go on holiday. Anywhere you want. Our first trip as a family.”

  Hartford shook her head. “You have the season coming up, and I’ll be back in Maryland.”

  His face fell. “After the season, do you think you’ll be able to get some time off? I’ll meet you in Maryland, or you both can fly here.”