Teach Me Daddy: A Mountain Man’s Secret Baby Romance

by Hart, Rye

  “Yes.” My legs fell down to the bed, but he didn’t pull free. He lay across my breast instead, and I nestled into his chest.

  “I love you, Carrie.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I’m so happy we’ll have a lifetime of these moments.”

  “A lifetime, huh? That sounds serious.” I trailed a finger along his jawline and ran it across his bottom lip.

  “Forever.”

  We lay like that a while, and in my head, the word echoed. Forever . And happy ever after.

  EPILOGUE - CHANCE

  My heart was in my throat as I waited for Mr. Chase’s answer. I hadn’t been this nervous in business meetings with hard asses like Peter Proctor, but then again, since his surgery, Brent Chase was far more intimidating when he wanted to be.

  He cleared his throat, and as soon as his smile dawned, I relaxed. “It’s about damn time you ask me. I always knew you would too.”

  “I take it I have your blessing?”

  “Of course. You saved our lives, you know. Both of us. And I’ll be proud to call you son.” He extended his hand, and I took it, his death grip tighter than ever and much stronger than the first handshake he’d given me at the assisted living facility.

  “I’m the proud one. I hope to make your daughter even happier.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible. You’ve already spoiled her rotten. You know, I think you’ve undone a good portion of the work I did raising her to be meek and modest, but I’ll let it pass. She’s a good girl, and I know she loves you.”

  “I love her, sir.” I couldn’t help but love him too. Over the past year, going through all the stress and hope during his surgery and after, through his physical therapy and healing, I’d been affected right alongside his daughter.

  I took the ring out of my pocket and showed him. “I’m going to give her this. Do you think she’ll like it?” I was worried that the eighteen-karat diamond was too showy.

  “Wow, now that’s a rock.” He made a face, and I sank back knowing I’d overdone it.

  “It’s too much, isn’t it?”

  “I’d say. Let me give you a bit of advice, son. That’s going to spend more time in a safe than on her finger. Get her something smaller that she can wear every day. She’s not going to paint wearing that.”

  He had a point, and I hadn’t even though about her painting in it. “I’ll just get her two.” I’d grab a smaller one for her to exchange when she wanted so she could still wear the huge one to formal occasions, besides, it was valued at five million, so I wanted to be sure she always had security if the worst ever happened. In our crazy world, one couldn’t be too careful. Even a billionaire’s wife.

  I left his house after a few more minutes and went home to pick her up for our date. I had a lovely evening of dinner and wine planned and a walk around the gallery.

  When I arrived, I found her on all fours in her dressing room off the huge wardrobe room, which was just a large walk-in closet.

  “That’s a nice position, did you know I was here?”

  She looked up at me and winked but then continued looking. “I lost the back to my earring.”

  I stopped in my tracks and looked down to the plush, white carpet to see if I could help. I spotted it against her jewelry counter. “Here it is.” I reached down to get it and then helped her to her feet. Once she righted, I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her deeply.

  “Mm. I’ve wanted to do that all day.” And I had. I’d spent the day out getting things in order to make the day perfect.

  I’d wanted to make sure my proposal would be epic and memorable and had even asked Nate for advice which was a bad idea. After turning down his flash mob idea, which I thought was completely lame and much too flashy for my Carrie, I decided to keep it low key and went with a classier approach.

  “We have reservations in an hour.” I trailed my gaze down her body, seeing through the sheer robe she wore.

  “I’m hurrying. I won’t be late, I promise. What’s so special, anyway? Where are you taking me?” She had tried to get answers from me all day, and I’d been biting my tongue to keep from giving it all away.

  “I just want to take you to a nice dinner to celebrate it being a year since you moved here.”

  “But we just celebrated our anniversary of when we met.” She walked to the rack which held her formal dresses and took one of my favorites from its hanger.

  “We won’t ever have too many anniversaries. Besides, every day with you is worth celebrating.” She stopped and lay the dress over a chair and then walked up, taking my hand as she stepped into my embrace.

  “You say the sweetest things, and you treat me like a princess, Chance. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  I gave her a peck on the lips and nudged her away, nodding to the dress. “Get dressed. The sooner we go, the sooner we get to come back here and make love.”

  She made a sound of approval and then slipped off her robe and went to the drawer of her lingerie case. “We could skip it and start now.”

  “Greedy girl.” I normally would have agreed and taken her right then, but all I could think about was the huge ring in my pocket and how much I wanted to give it to her.

  It was nearly two hours into the date when I realized I hadn’t planned the exact moment of my proposal. I had figured that the opportunity would arise and I’d know it was the right moment. So, I waited, all through dinner and on the way to the private gallery viewing.

  I’d rented out the gallery and had even arranged a special viewing. “I love this place.” She walked a few steps away from me and turned a circle to see it all. “Remember when you brought me here when I first moved in. We spent hours here, and I never wanted to leave.”

  “I do, and it’s the main reason I wanted to bring you back.”

  “You must not be in a hurry to get me back to our bed, after all.” She giggled softly and went to the far wall across the room. “Come here; I want to see if my favorite one is still here.” I hung back knowing what she’d find, and by the time I reached her, she stood staring, slack-jawed with awe and her hand over her heart. “It’s my painting!”

  She’d painted the piece for my office shortly after moving to New York, and I wanted her to know how good I thought it was and how truly I loved it. I’d had the gallery hang it beside her favorite, knowing he’d return to see it.

  “Your talent should be displayed with the greats, so I’ve arranged for it to be here this month so that others can enjoy it too.”

  Her face was red with blush, and she turned to take my hand. “It’s such a sweet gesture. Thank you.” She turned back to see the painting and then stepped over to her favorite. “You even remembered where to put it. You knew I’d want to see this again.” She tilted her head and stared at the painting she loved so much. It was a woman who was lounging in a huge chair, her hair was gathered around her, and she was curled in on herself in a casual way as if sleeping. She looked so peaceful, and the colors were soft and happy.

  I reached into my pocket and took out the small box. And before she turned to see what I was doing, I dropped to one knee. “What are you—Oh, Chance!” She put her hand to her heart and tears pooled in her eyes as they grew red.

  “I love you, Carrie. Will you be my wife?” She was on her knees with me before I could finish, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her mouth moving on mine.

  She paused her kiss but did not pull away as she blurted her yes against my lips. We kissed for what seemed like minutes and then she pulled away, wiping her eyes and finally saw the ring.

  “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” She held out her hand as I slipped the heavy ring on her slender finger.

  “If it’s too much, I’ll get you a smaller one that you can wear daily.”

  “No, it’s perfect!” She held her hand to her heart and then kissed me again. “Take me home,” she whispered against my neck. When I met her eyes, she gave me a smoldering look and licked her lips.

  We hurried to the car whe
re she straddled my lap, and we made out until we got to our house. I took her upstairs, and by the time we reached the top, we’d left a trail of clothes behind us.

  She stood by the bed and waited as I climbed in and reached for her hand. I pulled her down with me, but she stopped at my hips, taking my cock with her ringed grip.

  She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my tip, then snaked her tongue out to roll it around my head. I hissed in a sharp breath as she let her teeth graze my shaft, and then a splash of hot precum hit her tongue causing her to moan.

  She closed her mouth around me, and I reached down and put my hand on her hip, encouraging her to turn. “Straddle my face, angel. I want to lick that little slit of yours.” She did as I asked, and soon her bare little mound hovered above me. I stuck out my tongue and let it glide along her folds, parting them so I could get a taste deep inside her channel. I held her ass with one hand, moving her against me, and rubbed my thumb against her tender clit with the other.

  She responded to my touch by going weak kneed, and her weight shifted as she came. I held her up, licking her deep and tasting her salty sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.

  I rolled her over and pulled away, anxious to get inside my fiancé. I let the word sink in and knew my life was complete.

  EPILOGUE - CARRIE

  The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me when he pulled away and lay me on my side.

  It was our first time as betrothed lovers, and I wanted it perfect. We were off to a good start.

  I was still trembling as he rolled me onto my back and I let my legs fall open wide, so he could enter me. I needed to feel him filling me up, and I felt like such a lucky girl that he would be mine for the rest of our lives.

  The past year had been so crazy with the move and my father’s surgery. Now that he’d finally recovered and was happy with his new life, I felt like I could breathe again and that it was time for me to live. The proposal couldn’t have come at a better time, and with me starting art school in the fall, it was going to be an exciting year.

  His weight pressed against my hips and his cock sheathed itself inside me in one hard thrust. I’d gotten used to him over the past year and not many a day had gone by that we weren’t together.

  He angled my hips, and his cock brushed against my most tender spot, and I squealed and whimpered, begging for more. “Don’t stop, please.” I dug my nails into his back as I bucked my hips upward and he growled out with pleasure. The heavy ring was going to take some getting used to, and I wondered just how many karats it was as my orgasm hit and wiped away all care from the world.

  I was going to be his wife, and that was all that mattered. He rolled us over, and my legs found their place astride him, and I settled around his base, grinding to gain more pleasure.

  I loved how thick his cock was, especially around his base, and I clenched my walls around him milking his cock, needing it to soak me. I reached around behind me and stroked his balls, lifting them against my ass, and he moaned.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me want inside that tight fucking hole.” He had taken my ass and had it trained to his cock almost as well as my pussy, and I ached at my core as I thought about him using it.

  “What if I want it?”

  His eyes met mine. “I don’t know if I could be gentle. I’m about to pound that sweet little slit of yours.”

  “Mm. I’ll be your wife soon, so you can take me however you want.” He’d always been gentle with my ass, but I wanted more. I didn’t need him to treat me so tenderly. I wanted to feel desired, and I loved the way he was when he lost all restraint.

  Something flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he scooted us to the end of the bed and lifted me up and placed me on my back against the bed. He pulled away, stroking his cock to keep it ready.

  “Get on your hands and knees. Just like earlier.”

  As I found my hands and knees on the soft bed, a strong hand slapped my ass cheek, and I whimpered as it stung. Then that same hand, still warm from the friction, came up against my mound, finding my clit.

  “I hope you meant what you said, angel. Because I’m not going to be easy on your little ass.” His voice had always made me wet, and I felt a tickle in my pussy as he growled the words into my ear.

  He spread my cheeks apart and licked my tight hole. Then his mouth went away and was replaced by his thick head which rubbed me up and down from my clit to my little star which was clenching from anticipation.

  “Relax for me, Carrie.” He rubbed his cock against my hole, pressing it hard.

  I gave up my resistance and his head pushed inside me, the thick rim of it spreading me wider. I winced at the pressure as it consumed me and then he began to rock forward, fucking my ass slowly.

  My pussy dripped, still soaked from my orgasms and the building need as he thrust into me.

  “I’m going to fill that pussy too.” I heard him reach inside the drawer by our bed and then a moment later the buzzing noise filled my ears. He stopped rocking inside my ass until he put the vibrator in place inside my channel. “Hold it there, angel. I’m going to take you harder now.”

  The feeling of both of my holes being filled was so intense, and as he sped up his pace, I could feel my orgasm building. Chance gave me a few hard thrusts, and then he moaned as his cock poured into my ass. He kept right on pounding me, and I couldn’t hold the vibrator any longer. I dropped it, and it fell to the bed still buzzing as my juices dripped down my thighs and my face hit the bed.

  Chance pulled out of me and lifted me up, carrying me to the shower where he adjusted the temperature and placed me under the soft, hot rain. Then he held me from behind and kissed me tenderly as his cock brushed up against my back.

  “You’re amazing, angel. I can’t wait until you’re my wife and you have my name and my children.”

  “You want children?” I’d been on the pill for years even though I was a virgin. I’d used it to regulate my periods, and I had never really considered babies.

  “Yes, I want everything with you, Carrie. I’ve never wanted these things before you, and I don’t think I could have ever wanted them with anyone else.” He’d always made sure to let me know how special I was, and that those others had never compared to me. It was a sweet gesture, but unnecessary. I saw the way he loved me, and it was enough.

  He cradled me in his arms and washed me, soaping up my breasts with a firm grip and then rubbing his soapy hand from my smooth mound to my tender ass. He paid special attention to that area and soon again, his cock hardened.

  “Fuck, angel. I’m hard for you again.” He pressed his hips against me, and I moaned turning to face him.

  “I’m always ready for you.” I was so horny from his hands rubbing me that I’d almost made the suggestion.

  “Greedy girl. You want more don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.” He grabbed my hips and aimed his cock at my soaked little slit, and soon we were at it again. I’d never get enough.

  The End

  BEST SELLER: ROCK HARD MOUNTAIN MAN

  A Billionaire and a Virgin Romance

  CHAPTER ONE: MAGGIE DEAN

  I hated going to the mailbox. Nothing good ever came in the mail addressed to me. Some days the box was just crammed full of junk mail that I could toss in the trash without ever opening. I loved those days. I longed for them.

  Then there are days like today; the first few days after the first of the month. The days when most of our bills came and I was reminded how close to the poverty line we really lived.

  Today was November 3rd, so I knew even before I opened the mailbox flap what would be waiting for me on the inside. I wished I could have just ignored the mail altogether. I mean, would it be so bad for me to miss a payment or two? Really? Give a girl a break, will you Citibank and Capitol One and Wells Fargo? You can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip and you can’t squeeze money out of Maggie Dean.

  Then I remembered t
hat I was already ninety days behind on the things that I could let skate a month or two or three. The credit card people loved it when you let the balance float ninety days past due. I was paying more in late fees and interest that in principal.

  Hard to believe that five dollar McDonald’s lunch that I charged to my credit card will cost me a hundred bucks or more before I get it paid off.

  That’s how economics work in Maggie’s world.

  Oh well. There was no need to prolong the pain any further. “Rip that Band-Aid off”, as my mom would say. I took a deep breath and opened the mailbox.

  Stacked neatly inside the box was the gas bill, the phone bill, the electric bill, three credit card statements, and three threatening letters from the same credit card companies letting me know that I was ninety days behind.

  No shit, Sherlock.

  The hole I kept digging every month just kept getting deeper.

  Gee, thanks for the reminders, guys. I mean, I had no idea I hadn’t made a payment in three months. Tell you what, let’s trade places for a week and see how you do in my shoes because I’m doing the best I can, but obviously, it isn’t good enough.

  I’m one straw away from breaking the camel’s back.

  And when that happens… shit, I don’t know what I’ll do.

  The one bright spot of this morning’s trip to the mailbox was the thick pack of coupons at the bottom of the stack.

  I tucked the bills under my arm and tore into the coupons as I walked back up the gravel drive to the house I shared with my best friend and cousin, Jackie, and my two younger brothers. Coupons were a necessity of life in Maggie’s world.

  When you’re a college dropout, a chef-in-training, and a full-time replacement mom to two brothers, you need to save every penny you can.

  If Jackie didn’t live with us to help cover the bills, this ship would have sunk months ago. That’s what my life felt like most days; like I was standing on the deck of the Titanic, watching the last of the lifeboats drift away, knowing there was nothing I could do but hold my breath until I finally went under.