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Ride Her Hard

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by Sam Crescent


  “What is it?” James asked, coming toward her.

  “It’s nothing.” She wriggled forward, hoping to get up. With her stomach so huge, she had long stopped seeing her feet. She wrinkled her nose. “I can’t get up.” She pouted.

  He laughed and came to her side.

  The moment he helped her to her feet, she felt a wetness sliding down her thighs, and pain shot through her back. She bowed over and cried out.

  “Eliza, what is it?”

  “I think my water just broke on the new carpet.”

  “Fuck, forget the carpet.”

  “We had it put down last week,” she said. It was a nice pale-peach color, for their little girl.

  “I’ll clean it when I get back home. We’ve got to go.” He seemed to be in a state of panic as he helped her downstairs.

  “I need to change.” She screamed as a contraction took her by surprise. “Oh, holy fuck. This isn’t fair. Why does it hurt so bad?”

  “You were told it would hurt.”

  “Do not even think of trying to help me right now. Wow, oh my God, I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

  “I know you do. I even remember the classes for men who advised not to listen to the woman when she was screaming and shouting about how much pain she was in. I’m here.” He helped her to the car, but she couldn’t climb in as she felt another wave.

  “They’re close together.” She cried out, holding her stomach.

  “I know.” He helped her inside and she leaned the chair back, panting. Perspiration dotted her brow and she felt so much pain.

  “I’m calling my parents.”

  “Don’t forget Aunt Betty. I need her. This is too soon. We’ve got a couple of days.”

  “We were told that it wouldn’t be long now.”

  “I know what we were told, but I wanted her to arrive on time.” She screamed. “Fuck! We need to go to the hospital now.” She yelled the last word. Gripping the chair, she panted, taking deep breaths, trying to think calm and relaxing thoughts. She thought about her wedding.

  Aunt Betty, Jane, Lilly, and she had organized a wedding within two months. She’d started to show but the wedding dress had been so beautiful. No one had been able to tell that she was pregnant, or at least she liked to think no one saw the start of her pregnancy.

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to think past the pain.

  “You’ve got this.”

  He wasn’t helping, but she knew she loved him and he would never do anything to cause her pain, apart from helping to knock her up. She had to remember she’d been part of the sex. Amazing sex, which they hadn’t been able to have lately because of her heavily pregnant state.

  “Drive faster. I love you, baby,” she said. “But please, don’t drive carefully. I need the hospital.” There was no way this baby was going to wait.

  He pressed his foot to the gas and they were out of there, driving at a speed that should have scared her. Just as he arrived, she had another contraction but also a desire to push.

  “You can’t push!”

  James parked the truck and ran toward her side. He’d parked right in front of the doors.

  “I need to push.”

  She screamed as she entered the hospital. Within seconds, nurses were around her, asking her what was going on.

  The next part was a bit of a blur as she was moved into a private room. Her clothing was removed, her legs were put up, and a doctor was between her thighs.

  “You need to push, Eliza, so push.”

  The pain was intense. The need to push was out of this world and she did so.

  “You’re doing really good,” James said.

  She collapsed against him the moment she was out of air, crying. Perspiration dripped from her. She wanted everything to stop.

  James held her hands, squeezing them tightly, giving her an avenue to think clearly, and to hold on to him, desperate to feel something.

  “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he said, over and over, trying to help her, but it wasn’t doing any good.

  “Another push. Come on, Eliza. Nearly there.”

  Did they even know how painful this was? How hard it was to keep on pushing?

  She leaned forward and pushed again. This time, a scream came, not her own. The sound of a newborn child filled the air and Eliza collapsed to the bed. Her heart raced and James kissed her head. She watched the nurses prepare her.

  “You did it, baby,” James said. “You really did it.”

  She couldn’t close her eyes.

  The nurse came over and smiled. Her little girl was wrapped in a blanket. Tears filled her eyes as she was handed her baby daughter. Part of her had doubted the love that she’d feel for her little girl, but staring down into her beautiful face, she was overcome with so much love and joy and everything in between.

  “Hello, sweet girl,” she said. Her voice was hoarse from the screaming. “I’m your mommy.”

  “And I’m your daddy.”

  She looked up at her husband and smiled. “I didn’t call you too many names, did I?”

  “No, nothing. Believe me. We can handle anything.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “She’s finally here,” she said. “And she’s so beautiful.”

  “I’ll be shooting a lot of boys when it comes to her.”

  Eliza laughed. “No, she’s going to be the boss of them, every single step of the way. She’ll be the one in charge, won’t you, my darling?”

  Her little girl opened her eyes, and she sighed. This was even better than she imagined.

  “I don’t think we should be having another kid any time soon. I don’t think I can handle it,” James said.

  “We’ll see.” Every single dad had said the same at the parent classes, and she’d seen the look in the women’s eyes. More kids would follow.

  Epilogue

  Fifteen years later

  “Come on, kids, get your asses down here. We’re all heading out to camp now,” James yelled at the top of his lungs for his five kids to hear.

  His oldest daughter, Darla, was sulking because she wanted to spend the summer at her friends’, but he’d also caught her texting with some boy, and she’d gotten her ass grounded. Nope, no daughter of his was going to be texting boys. Not happening.

  His youngest girl, Bernice, came rushing downstairs. She was a tomboy and had tried to cut her pigtails off, but he’d warned her not to. Otherwise, he’d dismantle the climbing frame she loved so much in the yard.

  Peter and Howard, his two boys, came next. One was into sports, and the other liked his books. Finally, Russel, his oldest son, thirteen years old and drawing tattoos on his arms. His hair was a mess, and he was their rebel of a son. At times, he reminded him of Caleb when they were kids.

  He’d caught the kid smoking a couple of months ago, and for his troubles, he had him working so hard, the kid hadn’t touched another cigarette. Five o’clock wakeup calls hadn’t appealed to him.

  “Camping is lame.”

  “So is your attitude.”

  He now understood what his parents had put up with.

  At least Russel hadn’t disrespected his mom. In fact, all of the kids doted on their mother, but Eliza had taken to motherhood so damn quick. She was always there for them with their homework, whatever after-school activity they wanted to do. She baked for the school, for the kids, arranged birthday parties.

  He knew she was one of the most-loved moms.

  “We’re all ready,” she said, coming out of the kitchen with her arms full of food they were taking for the camping trip.

  Without waiting for instruction, Russel took the food from her and made his way outside.

  She smiled up at him. “Are you really sure about this camping trip? The kids are going to hate it.”

  “Away from civilization, no wi-fi, and getting back to nature. It’s what we all did as kids. Believe me, and with my brothers coming as well, it’s going to be a madhouse. The bonus, they’re going to be babysitting so
I can show my wife some loving.”

  “Just remember what happens every single time we have some loving together.” She ended up pregnant.

  “I’m game if you are.”

  “I’m always game for you.”

  “Come on, Dad. Get this lame show on the road,” Darla said.

  “Remember when she was just a cute little bundle of joy that had just come out of your vagina?”

  “Please don’t embarrass her again.”

  “We’ll see.” He’d turned into the embarrassing dad, but he loved his kids, his wife, and his family.

  He’d been the first Hard boy to fall, but he certainly hadn’t been the last.

  The End

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  MOUNTAIN MAN’S CURVY WOMAN

  Curvy Women Wanted, 21

  Sam Crescent

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  Sample Chapter

  There was absolutely nothing wrong with his masterful presence. Just the sight of him alone, chopping wood for the fire, was enough to fill her with a need for sex and she’d never felt that. No man had ever made her think of sex and fucking, such raw, wanton desire.

  Meghan Young wrinkled her nose as she pressed delete on her laptop. This was insane. Staring out the window and writing about the mountain man who’d taken her in was just crazy.

  Sitting back in her chair, she tried not to look at those shoulders. It was snowing outside and Mount Row had built up a sweat. After stepping away from her desk, she paced the room. Her agent and publisher had advised she take this much-needed break. In fact, William had insisted on it. Had told her that she’d been working herself to the bone for too long and now she needed to get away to the middle of nowhere.

  By nowhere, there was no internet connection. The house she’d been sent to was an old friend of William’s, Mount, the current concentration problem she was having.

  She sat back down again so she could no longer stare at him out her bedroom window.

  Something had happened to Mount, and he’d withdrawn from all social life. He made a living, though she didn’t know how. But his home was up in the mountains, away from any town or city. In fact, people who wanted to find this place would have to hike. He’d picked her up from the airport, bringing her back to his place. His driveway was secluded and gated. All of his land was fenced as well, and he’d told her she wouldn’t need to worry about the potential for trespassers or hunters. He had everything under control.

  There was electricity, just no wi-fi. He didn’t even have a cell phone. There was one single landline, and that was all.

  He had no interest in online life.

  William hadn’t told her why, and seeing as she’d only been at Mount’s place for a grand total of two days, neither had he.

  No man had ever impressed her but Mount was different. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about anything. He came and went as he pleased. His home was her home for as long as she wanted or needed it.

  Getting to her feet again, she couldn’t help but watch as he carried several large pieces of wood over to the stack.

  Those muscles. They were a dream.

  Closing her laptop, she made her way downstairs to make a cup of tea. She’d become partial to the brew during her stay in England and loved to have a nice cup. The kettle had just finished whistling as Mount came in.

  “Thirsty?” she asked.

  She’d never been much of a people person so Mount’s grunt was more than welcome.

  He made her a little nervous. Not because he was so tall and muscular, it was her reaction to him. She wasn’t used to having so much … feeling for a man. Any man. She wasn’t a virgin or anything. She’d had a relationship or two. At thirty years old, a part of her had hoped to have already settled down by now, but it hadn’t happened. She hadn’t even come close to it.

  “I’m sorry. I still don’t know how to make coffee.”

  “It’s fine.” His voice was so deep. She had to pause as she listened to him, forcing a smile to her lips, and put the large cup in front of him. He blew across the surface before taking a big sip. “I’m heading into town today to gather some supplies. A cold snap is heading in. There’s concern for snow. It could get deep and once it hits, I can be up here for a couple of weeks, even a month or two.”

  “Wow,” she said, sitting down across from him. She was a curvy woman. Had all the big hips and tits to make her so, but next to Mount, she felt delicate, small.

  “Would you like to come?” he asked.

  “You’re happy with me coming into town with you? Is that allowed?” William had told her he’d given Mount strict instructions for her to relax, rest, and write when she needed. So far, she had tried to avoid Mount and only watched him from her bedroom window. The man was always doing something. It was impossible to keep up with him. Most of the time, he was surrounded by large, dominating dogs. They were a little scary. Actually, they were scary before she had gotten to know them. They were large, cuddly bears, and she adored them now.

  Mount laughed. “Of course it’s allowed. I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’re going straight to the store, that’s it. You can tell me what it is you want to eat as well. Bear in mind, we’re going to be trapped here for some time.”

  “You and me?”

  “Yes, and the dogs, cats, and rabbits.”

  He kept a lot of animals.

  She smiled. “I’d like to get out. But there’s no way we can take a trip to the library?”

  “Nope. You’re not going anywhere than where I am. I do have my orders.” He finished off his tea. “You really are a workaholic, aren’t you?”

  “That’s me.”

  “You do know that kind of shit isn’t healthy.”

  “So I’ve been told.” She’d been working nonstop for as long as she could remember. Ever since she got her first acceptance for her first book, her life had been on the computer, typing away, working, making her job her entire life.

  She had no friends, nothing.

  Pushing her long, blonde locks out of the way, she smiled at him. “It’s all good.”

  Mount kept on staring at her and she really didn’t know if his gaze was sexual or not.

  “If William hadn’t stopped you, you’d still be working, wouldn’t you?”

  “We’ll never know.” She got to her feet, hating his … look. It was like he was assessing her and didn’t like what he saw.

  Did Mount even like women with a bit of weight on them? She glanced down at her body. Okay, a lot of weight?

  It doesn’t matter what he likes. You’re not here to date.

  ****

  Mount was very much aware of the curvy woman as she jumped into his truck. His dogs were back in the house as he needed the extra room for all the groceries and their food as well. With a storm coming, he always liked to be prepared.

  Fucking William.

  His friend knew what he was doing when he sent Meghan here. For the past five years, Mount had been alone in his little wilderness with no one to come and bother him. Now, everywhere he turned there seemed to be a reminder of this woman.

  He hadn’t been with a woman in years and now Meghan had entered his world for a bit of relaxation, rest, and to gather her thoughts. That was what William said. She’d worked herself to the bone and he wouldn’t accept any more stories off her until she did as she was told.

  She pulled on her seatbelt and he couldn’t help but admire her f
ull, juicy thighs. They were made to be wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her. It wouldn’t be so hard to either. Her body looked soft in all the right places, and damn it, his cock had a mind of its own.

  As he turned over the ignition, the sweet citrus scent of her perfume permeated the air, filling every single part of his soul as well. He hadn’t ached for anyone in years, or in fact, ever, yet this woman, she was driving him crazy. To know she was only down the hall, well, it wasn’t exactly easy. Even when he caught her walking around in her immature pajamas. It was all just a little too much at times.

  Running a hand down his face, he continued down the path toward the main road that would lead into town. It was bumpy and every now and then he found himself drawn to the curves of her breasts. They were beautiful.

  Full.

  Ripe.

  He could imagine licking at her nipples. If only he knew if they were large or small. It didn’t matter to him so long as they filled his mouth. He wanted to taste them. To consume her.

  Get your head out of your dick.

  There was no way he would allow himself even the merest temptation when it came to her. Meghan was a city girl. She’d been forced to him because of her boss. Now, he was only keeping an eye on her. Taking care of her. Only, he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that.

  He tried to think of other things, but it was useless. All he could think about were those plump lips wrapped around his cock.

  “Wow, this is bumpy,” she said, giving a little laugh. “It’s been so long since I went to a fairground. I feel like I’m on some kind of ride.”

 

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