BUCKED: The Mountain Man's Babies

by Frankie Love

With that, his mouth covers my bare pussy. He kisses my mound, and I realize he’s never kissed my mouth.

  He leaves trails of kisses over my most sensitive spot, and my eyes close, I bite my bottom lip, and I try not to quiver under his touch.

  It’s impossible. I let out a whimper, his tongue darting between the folds of my pussy, his finger grazing my ass, pulling me ever closer to him. I run my hands though his hair, tugging on the ends as his tongue plunges into my pussy, and I moan, realizing my wetness is coating his mouth, realizing he doesn’t seem to mind.

  He wants to taste me; he’s licking me up and down, and I spread my thighs ever so slightly, as his fingers run against my slit.

  It might sound shocking, that after waiting to have sex with someone for twenty-one years, that I’m willing to offer myself to a stranger. But this feels so right.

  Buck stands, and my thighs are slick with release, and he unbuttons his jeans, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.

  I waited all that time for this exact moment.

  I waited for Buck, not even knowing it.

  He drops his pants, his boxers too, and all that is left is his massive cock taking my breath away.

  All that is left is my dripping pussy.

  All that is left is us.

  “Are you scared, darling?” he asks, pulling me close.

  “No,” I say. “I am ready.”

  With that, his mouth crashes against mine. Our lips part, my tongue entwines with his, and our bodies reveal our deepest desires.

  7

  Our kiss is nothing but pure. Her mouth so sweet, the same as her perfect pussy. I kiss her, cradling her in my arms, and then I press her against the door, my hands rolling over her tits.

  They’re so round, big, and made to be touched, sucked, fucked. I want to press my cock right up between them, coming against her.

  “I want you in me,” she moans, her perfect cunt begging for my cock.

  “Good,” I tell her. “Because darling, I need to be in you.”

  Her hands stroke my shaft as I grab her curvy ass and lift her off the floor, pressing her back into the door, ready to plunge my solid cock into her tight pussy.

  “Don’t make me wait,” she begs with an urgency that turns me on even more.

  “I won’t. I’ll never make you wait.” My words are fucking promises I intend to keep. I want this girl as mine, and right now I am claiming her. Marking her. Fucking her, sure, but more than that I am vowing to myself to be hers. Hers alone.

  I lower her body on my cock and I watch her eyes pinch shut, and I know she’s in pain.

  “Are you a virgin?” I ask, suddenly wishing this was all going down another way. If Rosie is offering me her virginity I shouldn’t be balls deep in her tight pussy in a diner bathroom.

  I should be lowering her perfect body over a mattress covered in rose petals. I should be massaging her with oil from head to toe, really taking my time. I know the size of my cock, and if her pussy is untouched, then I know I’ll hurt her.

  Not to mention, maybe she isn’t on birth control.

  “Of course not, Buck,” she says softly. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. There is nothing to worry about.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’,” I say again, my worries laid to rest with her words.

  “I promise I’m not the one who is going to be hurt.” A flash of intensity crosses her face, but just as quickly, her head fall back and a low moan escapes her. “You’re so big, Buck.”

  “I know, honey. You sure you can handle me?” But it’s too late to back out now. My cock is buried in her; her tight pussy wrapped around my shaft and she rocks ever so slightly above me.

  With one hand squeezing her ass, I lower my mouth to her tits and suck them, my cock straining with each thrust in her wet cunt.

  “Fuck, woman,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come so fucking fast.”

  She smiles. “Don’t stop, you feel so good, Buck.”

  She rocks above me, those tits bouncing and my fingers graze her asshole, circling her hole as I fuck her hard.

  “Oh, God,” she screams. “Oh my God, Buck, I’m on fire.” She rolls against my cock, harder, harder, harder, not at all shying away from giving into her body’s desire.

  “You like that baby?”

  “I love it,” she says, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Oh, oh, oh, yes.” She comes against me, her pussy walls tightening around my cock as she comes nice and hard.

  I pummel into her, coming into her warm pussy. I finish, filling her deep. And when I set her back down, she wobbles, her knees weak.

  “Fuck, woman, you are incredible.” I pull her close to me again, and I smack her round ass playfully. “Next time I’m gonna lick your ass and you’re gonna come in my mouth, understood?”

  “Understood,” she says, blushing hard. “You’re naughty, Buck, I had no idea.”

  “There’s no way in hell what we just did was naughty, wrong, bad. What we just did was heaven sent, Rosie. What we just shared was fucking magic.”

  She blinks slowly, a smile spread across her lips. Well fucked, with a pleased pussy.

  I want to do that with Rosie every damn day.

  We hear a noise in the diner.

  “Hello? Rosie?”

  Fuck. It’s my mom.

  “Shit.” Rosie reaches for her panties, her dress. “Fucking fuck.”

  I grin. “Damn, darling, I had no idea you had a filthy mouth.”

  She pulls up the zipper on her dress, and when her eyes meet mine, she looks sad. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Buck.”

  I frown, buttoning my jeans. “I know, but I want to find out.”

  She washes her hands and then reaches for the door.

  “Wait,” I tell her. “I don’t want you walking out there before you promise that you’ll go out with me tonight.”

  “Uh, sure.”

  “Sure?” I snort, surprised at her lackluster response.

  “Of course, Buck. Just, I don’t want Cherri to think anything happened here.”

  “She’s gonna know the moment we both walk out of this bathroom.”

  Rosie looks flustered, and she pulls open the door. “Well, let’s not be obvious.”

  Of course, I know my mother. And I know that she doesn’t miss a single fucking thing.

  “Rosie?” I hear my mom ask. “Why is the diner closed?”

  I step out from the bathroom, dressed, and in one piece, but not wanting Rosie to take any heat when I am the one who just fucked her.

  “Hey, Mom, I came by and Rosie made me lunch.” I jut my chin toward the corner booth still piled with our plates.

  “Well, what were you two doing in the bathroom? And why’d you shut down the diner?” Mom crosses her arms, looking between Rosie and me.

  I know my face reveals everything because my mom throws her arms in the air.

  “Are you two kidding me?” she asks. I look over at Rosie who looks about to hyperventilate. Her eyes are wide, scared, and I hate that I’ve put her in a position of vulnerability after the incident with those two thugs.

  “Mom, it wasn’t like that. Some guys showed up, flinging guns around like they owned the place. I kicked them out, had to fucking pull my gun on them, but they left. Rosie was shook up and I was with her in the bathroom to help keep her together. It was traumatizing shit.” I nod toward the safe beneath the register. “His gun is in there.”

  “Oh, my god,” my mom says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m so glad you were here Buck. What would this sweet thing have done if you weren’t here?”

  “I know, Cherri,” Rosie pipes up. “He was my guardian angel.”

  “Oh, Buck, you were the hero,” Mom says. “But you need to get the cops involved. Report the crime and turn in the gun.”

  Rosie looks at me, discreetly shaking her head, clearly not wanting the story getting out.

  I want to protect whatever she’s hiding, but also want to m
ake sure those assholes don’t come back for her.

  “You need to go to the cops, Buck,” Mom says.

  “I can’t leave you two here, alone,” I tell her, looking at Rosie.

  “Your father’s on his way, Buck.” Her eyebrows raise. “Speak of the devil.” Our eyes all settle on the parking lot where my dad’s truck is pulling up.

  I draw a long breath. “Okay,” I say, nodding, knowing this needs to be reported, but wanting to protect Rosie. “I’ll be back within an hour.”

  8

  The moment Buck pulls away in his truck, I know I need to make my move. Time is not on my side.

  I need to get away before he returns. With one touch, I knew he’d do anything to protect me.

  But I’m not his responsibility. And the trouble that follows me isn’t going away anytime soon.

  Buck deserves more than I can offer. Because the truth is, all I can offer is the promise of a mobster on a mission to find me and drag me home kicking and screaming.

  Leaving was stupid, but it did teach me one thing.

  There may be a million horrible men in this world – but there is also one good, true man.

  And for one afternoon, I could fantasize about a life with him, in his cabin. A life where I could cook him meals and lie in his bed. A life where I wasn’t returning to a man who wanted to sell me.

  A life where I was loved.

  I swallow, and turn to Cherri and her husband, Dirk, who’s come in and listened to Buck repeat the incident, before he left for the Sheriff’s station.

  I smile and grab my purse from under the register. Cherri’s focused on her husband and thankfully doesn’t see me as I slip into the back with my things.

  I walk towards the bathroom, and keep walking out the backdoor, opening it as quietly as possible. I slip out the door and into the cold mountain air.

  I swallow, hating the life I was born into, but also knowing I only have one hundred and twelve dollars to my name. I can hitchhike to a bigger city, but the truth is, it is inevitable. They found me in the middle of nowhere in just three days. I can run, but I can’t hide.

  I need to give up, knowing I lost the fight, because otherwise they will come after Buck.

  My uncle doesn’t mess around. He doesn’t just threaten. He follows through. Swiftly. And with precision.

  Buck will die and then what will I have?

  Besides regret for pulling a perfectly decent man into an early grave?

  No. I cannot and will not do that.

  With my purse on my shoulder, I dart behind the diner, through a stretch of trees, cutting toward the back of the motel. This town is tiny, and there are only a few places I might go.

  At the motel I walk to the front and scan the parking lot.

  It’s exactly as I expected.

  “You ready to stop your fussing?” Victor asks through his lowered window.

  I nod. “I surrender,” I tell him, raising my hands in defeat. “Can I just grab my things?”

  Victor opens his door and steps out. “Let’s go, Rosalind. This time, no running, understood?”

  “Understood.”

  Victor wraps his arm around me, not in a protective way, but in a possessive way.

  My skin crawls and I immediately regret returning to my captors.

  Then I turn my head, eying the diner in the distance, with the honest owners and their wonderful son and I exhale.

  I made the right choice.

  The hardest choice, but the right one.

  Not everyone gets a life of their choosing.

  Who am I to think my life should be my own?

  My uncle is livid.

  “You fucking bliad’,” he spits in my face.

  All this, and I haven’t even told him I slept with a stranger.

  “You think you can run away from your family? Who the hell do you think you are Rosalind?”

  My eyes meet the ground, hating the way he makes me feel. Small. Useless. Not enough.

  He thinks our family is something that makes me feel safe?

  He couldn’t be more wrong.

  Stepping back into my uncle’s mansion, I immediately remembered why I left.

  “You did nothing to compromise your integrity, did you?” he asks.

  I swallow, sure that he will hurt me if I tell him the truth.

  I can’t.

  Victor will remember Buck, and know exactly where to go looking for him.

  The whole point for returning is to protect Buck.

  “No, Uncle.”

  He nods. “Good. Now that you are twenty-one the time has come, your auction will be in four months. Many men will be traveling from Russia at that time and we will get a great price. Until then, no more disruptions, understood?”

  “Yes, Uncle.”

  “Good. Now go. Help starushka Lovina in the kitchen. And shower, you smell like a prostitute.”

  I shower.

  I help Lovina.

  I cook the meals.

  And wash the clothes.

  And the days turn to weeks turn to months.

  And then I start sleeping later, longer. Always.

  And I start throwing up my breakfast. Coffee makes me nauseous.

  And I realize I missed my last three periods.

  My pants are too tight.

  My breasts ache.

  I run my hand over my belly, realizing whatever I shared with Buck was not limited to one afternoon.

  I am carrying his child.

  I don’t cry into my pillow.

  This is better than I planned.

  This baby will buy my freedom.

  No man is going to want me now.

  Tears streak my cheeks, and I’m not scared.

  I’m relieved.

  “What do you mean?” my uncle asks. “How is it possible?”

  The auction is set to happen in two days.

  I knew I needed to say something before he offered me to the highest bidder.

  “When I ran away I slept with someone.”

  My uncle lifts his face in disgust. “You are a dirty little bliad’.”

  “No, I’m not,” I tell him, tears on my face. Because even though I think this news will buy my freedom, I can’t be sure he won’t do something horrible. Slap me, beat me, lock me in a cage. I run my hand over my slightly swollen belly. “I never meant to get pregnant, but now I can’t be sold.”

  My uncle’s nostrils flare. “We will go the family doctor. Now.”

  “Why?” I shake my head. I want him to toss me on the street, to say I’m a waste of space. Let me leave.

  “Why? You dare ask me why? Stupid girl,” he growls. “You are mine and you will do as I say.”

  He grabs me by the base of my neck, guiding me through a corridor, towards the exit. Outside a car is waiting for us. He isn’t letting me out of his clutches.

  “Our family has money, but more than that, we have power. And I won’t let some little peshka like you ruining our family name.”

  “You consider me family yet treat me like an animal?” I sob, sitting in the town car as his driver winds through city streets. He just ignores me, won’t even look in my eyes. I feel so trapped, stuck. Like a fucking fool.

  We stop at the back entrance of a sketchy building and my uncle glares at me. “You speak a single fucking word without being asked and you’ll regret it. Understood?”

  I nod too scared to speak.

  In the office, I’m handed a cup to pee in by a silver haired woman. I do as instructed, then hand her back the filled sample. She is as quiet as a mouse. But all women are when they’ve spent years keeping their mouths shut.

  After that I’m as good as thrown into a doctor’s office that smells like rotting cabbage, dank and dreary, and my uncle follows. A man with a dark suit and grey skin is pulling on latex gloves.

  “This the girl?” he asks in a thick Russian accent. Of course it is a man who is connected. Anyone else would ask for proof of insurance, there would be paperwork to
sign. Not to mention, my consent. But not here. I’m just instructed to get on a tissue paper lined table and lie back.

  Within moments the doctor’s hands are parting my thighs, prodding me with a vaginal ultrasound, while a monitor displays the images of my deepest parts. He doesn’t seem to think addressing me is necessary. He speaks over me, to my uncle.

  “The urine sample confirmed the pregnancy. This machine will tell us how far along she is.”

  My uncle grunts at the news and I inhale sharply, as the ultrasound presses hard against my most sensitive space. I am pregnant. And I know exactly how far along I am.

  Buck who touched me softly, who whispered promises he intended to keep. Buck, who touched me like he knew me. Like he wanted to know me forever.

  Buck who I left in an effort to protect.

  I want to get back to him.

  To tell him the news.

  I am carrying his child.

  “This is not expected,” the doctor says. His words cause me to return to reality.

  “Not expected? Is something wrong?” I ask.

  My uncle shoots me daggers. “Quiet, woman.”

  “It is twins, unmistakable,” the doctor says, pointing to two heartbeats pounding faster than my own.

  “Twins?” I eek, blinking at the truth revealed on the monitor.

  “She is four and a half months along,” he tells my uncle. “We can’t see the gender yet. She will need to return every two weeks so we can monitor the progress of the fetuses.”

  I dress, and in minutes we’re back in the town car, driving back to the mansion.

  “You devushka po vyzovu,” my uncle says in disgust.

  Tears slip down my face. Twins.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I ask. “I can go and you’ll never hear from me again.”

  My uncle turns to me, shaking his head at me like I’m a fool.

  Maybe I am.

  “You think you can leave now?”

  “Well, I can’t very well be sold as a virgin.”

  “Of course you can’t. But Rosalind, I’m not selling you anymore.”

  “What are you selling then?” I ask, the horror spreading in my gut, and I hold my belly protectively, not wanting any horrible thoughts to be absorbed by my babies.