Too Young Romance Bundle

by Jaye Diamond

  Where is he? He said he would meet me in the barn.

  I look around for the top of his head, which should be clearly visible even in a large crowd, because of his height. I don’t see it anywhere. I guess he hasn’t arrived yet.

  “Who are you searching for, Carebear?” Dad asks, with an edge to his voice. “Mason Wyatt?”

  “What?” I try to break away from him, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.

  “I know you were with Mason when you should have been at that spa, and with Holly. I’ve been tracking your phone, and when I saw you were at a bar, I sent your cousin Glen to see what you were up to.”

  Oh no. Glen works for my father and is fiercely loyal to him. If it was another one of my cousins, they might have downplayed what they saw while giving Dad the details, but Glen would have shared everything he witnessed.

  I swallow and ask, “What did he tell you?”

  “He didn’t just tell me, he showed me pictures of you being man-handled by that predator. He’s lucky I had a chat with his parents, instead of the police.” Dad’s neck is red, and veins pop out as his voice rises. “I told them to keep Mason away from you or I would destroy their business. I would make sure every wealthy family within a thousand miles of this place knows their daughters aren’t safe on this land or in this town.”

  I shake my head as my heart drops to my stomach. “No—Dad—you wouldn’t do that just to keep me away from Mason.”

  “If my other option is losing you,” Dad says, “I would do anything to prevent that.”

  “Let go of me,” I grit out, trying to break away from him, but he holds my wrist so tight I can’t get free.

  My pulse quickens as I struggle anyway, with all my strength. I’m so repulsed by his behavior that all I want to do is get away, even if I have no one to run to. My father has stolen a future full of flowers and love from me, and I’ll never forgive him.

  “Hey! You heard her,” a booming voice says, and I turn to see wide-eyed relatives getting out of Mason’s way. They make a path for him that leads straight to me, and he stalks down it with murder in his eyes. “Let her go.”

  At first, I think I must be having some sort of hallucination—conjured up by my broken heart—but when Mason doesn’t fade away, I allow myself to accept he’s really here. He really came to save me.

  My heart, however, breaks all over again when I realize I can’t let him.

  “Mason, you shouldn’t—your family’s business,” I begin, but the cowboy cuts me off with a look that tells me he isn’t leaving this barn without his darling.

  “You should listen to her,” Dad says.

  “And you should let go of what’s mine,” Mason says, not even remotely close to backing down.

  “I’ll ruin you,” Dad warns, gripping my wrist so hard he’s cutting off circulation, making my fingers turn blue. “I’ll ruin your entire family.”

  Mason’s hard expression doesn’t waver.

  “I tried to handle this another way,” he says, “but honestly, I’m glad you didn’t let me.”

  He balls his hand into a fist, pulls back, then drives it forward before my father has a chance to block it from his stomach. Mason hits it so hard all the air rushes out of my father’s lungs.

  “Caroline,” Dad exhales helplessly, releasing my wrist as he staggers.

  He nearly loses his footing, but Mason grabs him by the collar of the shirt and holds him up.

  “You’re not going to ruin anyone but yourself,” Mason says hotly.

  His face is turning red and his eyes are very dark. He looks like he’s straining to stay in control, but losing the battle. I expect my father to say something stupid and earn another punch, but Dad just draws in shaky breaths and listens with fear bright in his eyes.

  “My parents have dealt with rich pricks before,” Mason continues. “And they know to record everything one of you says when you storm into their office. We’ve got a recording of you threatening to make false assault claims against me, you sick fuck. I bet your business partners would love to hear about that.”

  Dad’s gaze drops to the ground, avoiding the eyes of everyone who is looking at him in shock.

  “Please,” he says, “I just want to protect my daughter.”

  “I understand that,” Mason says. “But that’s my job now.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  MASON

  My heart aches for Caroline, even as it swells with happiness. She deserves a better father. Hell, she deserves a better lover. No man on this Earth is good enough for her, but somehow I’m lucky enough to call her mine—and soon I’m going to make that official, with my cock buried deep, popping her cherry.

  I’ve never needed so badly to be inside a woman in all my years of passion that was never fully tapped into. But I don’t carry Caroline outside and press her against a wall like I want to. I have to focus on her needs first. Right now, she needs me to make sure her transition from city life to small town life will go smoothly.

  I pull her father aside and tell him I might consider deleting the recording of him threatening my family, if he sends all of Caroline’s things here after he returns home. Of course, I’ll buy her anything she wants in the meantime, but I’m sure there are things of sentimental value that she wants, and we might need documents like her birth certificate to be legally wed.

  Mr. Carter agrees to mail Caroline’s things, and when I go back to her, she’s hugging her cousin Holly goodbye.

  “I promise I’ll still be the flower girl at the wedding,” she says, with tears in her eyes. “But it’s too awkward for me to stay for dinner now. I’m sorry.”

  “Caroline, don’t apologize,” Holly says, grinning like she’s genuinely happy for my darling. “Go be with your man.”

  When Caroline and I arrive at my house, we don’t even make it upstairs before my hunger for the thick virgin overwhelms me. Like a man who hasn’t had a meal in days, I’ll lose my damn mind if I don’t devour her. I should be out of energy for the night, after lifting a horse, but my body wants to feel hers against it so much that it is rejecting all limits. She yelps as I abruptly throw her over my shoulder and carry her across the threshold of my house.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “Not wasting any time,” I say, in the softest tone I can while in this primal state.

  I smooth a hand up and under Caroline’s dress and feel her pussy through her wet panties as I search for the nearest surface I can fuck her on, without leaving bruises on her backside. There’s a long, backless bench with a plaid cushion in my entryway. I kick it away from the wall then kick the door shut.

  “I have to have you, now,” I tell Caroline, as I set her down on her feet.

  “Yes, please,” she says, stepping out of her boots. “But you have to be completely naked this time too.”

  I’ve never gotten naked so fast. I pull off my clothes as Caroline unbuckles her high-waist belt and slides her dress down. She’s racing to keep up with me, but pauses with her hands on her red, strapless bra and takes a second to admire my fit body. Knowing I’m the only man she’s seen nude, in person, is exhilarating.

  “I’ve got that,” I say, brushing her hands aside.

  My hands don’t go straight to her bra though. I slip her hair tie off the end of her braid and loosen her hair, running my fingers through glossy brown waves. This is the first time I’ve seen her hair down and it looks beautiful spilling over her shoulders. I brush it away from one side of her neck, leaning forward to kiss it before I move my mouth lower, going down to my knees. I tongue her navel and she jumps back and giggles.

  “Stop that!”

  “Why?” I ask innocently. “Are you ticklish?”

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her back to my mouth, sucking playfully on her soft belly.

  “Oh, no you don’t!” she says, reaching under my arm and tickling my armpit.

  I immediately pull away from her belly and drop my arms.

  “Alri
ght, alright,” I chuckle. “You win.”

  I take off her bra and panties, then lift her in my arms as I get to my feet, and her arms circle my neck. She presses her lips to mine and slides her tongue inside my mouth. She’s about to lose her cherry but she’s so at ease and comfortable in my arms. So confident. I love that I can tell she wants this as much as I do.

  I gently lay Caroline down on the bench as I straddle it like I would straddle a horse, and she wraps her legs around me. I rest one hand near her head, putting weight on it as I grab my cock with the other. I rub the tip against the tastiest part of her, getting it wet with her juices. She moans and cups her hands over her tits, caressing them. Watching her play with her own large breasts makes my cock twitch, and pre-cum drips out all over her flushed pussy lips. I groan as I spread my cum all over her, coating her hot, pink, tiny asshole, before stroking upward to rub the slickness against her clit.

  “God—that feels—” Caroline’s hips buck as I rub faster, and she cums, a large wet spot forming on the cushion beneath her.

  Holy hell. Her pussy spurting from her orgasm is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to watch her do it all over again, on my cock.

  “Darlin’, are you ready to be bred?” I ask, my voice raspy with desire.

  She gives a little nod as she catches her breath, still coming down from her orgasm. I enter her slowly and her pussy shudders. I nearly cum from that alone. She’s so soft and slick inside. I’ve never been with a virgin, and I can barely handle the tight warmth that pulses on the sensitive head of my dick.

  “Does it hurt too much?” I ask, checking in as I nudge against her barrier.

  She’s gone a little pale but she’s wearing a brave face. “No. Only a little, since you got me so wet and ready for you. Don’t stop.”

  Fuck me. Caroline is an angel, and I feel like the devil as I wonder if I’ll be damned for popping her cherry. But then I decide her sweet pussy is worth the agony of an eternal fire. Not even that could stop me from emptying my balls inside her virgin cunt. I grab her hip with my free hand and I push through her barrier.

  She moans and whimpers as her thighs hug my sides. There’s heat and pain in her lovely hazel eyes. I don’t look anywhere but at them as I slide in and out of her with small movements. When she arches her back, I know she can handle more of me. One inch at a time, she stretches on my girth as I give her my entire length, and tremors run through my body with waves of ecstasy. The sensation of filling her small pussy with my big cock is pure heaven.

  “Can you take my raw cock harder now?” I ask, feeling no resistance from her virgin walls.

  “I can take that,” she says huskily, gripping my bicep with one hand and my shoulder with the other, like she’s preparing herself for it. “I want that.”

  “Fuck—fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” The words spill out as I unleash all of the passion raging inside of me, my balls slapping loudly against her ass.

  “You—you too,” Caroline moans. “Oh God—I love you.”

  “I love you,” I say in a rush, pounding into her. “And I love that you’re all mine.”

  “I’m all yours,” she confirms, as her pussy squeezes me with crushing pressure.

  I let out a savage grunt and slide all the way in, wanting to feel the power of her second orgasm on my entire length.

  Caroline cries out, her nails biting into my skin. Pressure builds in my balls as her hot cream splashes on my cock, and it’s as if two or three orgasms roll into one another. I reach the same bliss as I cum, my cock pulsing for what feels like hours.

  I pump so much cum into Caroline that I’m certain my seed will grow into a baby, and the thought brings tears to my eyes. I rub my nose along hers. Kiss her chin. Stroke her hair. She rolls her hips as her breath turns steady.

  “You’re a perfect fit,” she says, as her own tears of joy wet her cheeks. “Like we were made to join together.”

  EPILOGUE

  CAROLINE

  There’s nothing quite like the smell of fields of flowers, surrounding you from every direction. Especially when you planted the flowers yourself. I bask in their sweet aroma, and drink my morning tea on my white porch, while Mason Junior plays with his uncle in the front yard. He looks so cute in his tiny cowboy boots, with a little cowboy hat on his dark head.

  “Like this, little guy,” Mack says, tossing a rope.

  The loop at the end of it falls over a wood chair, and my son lets out a squeal of excitement, as if he just saw that trick for the first time. As if his uncle didn’t start giving him rope lessons months ago. I think four-year-olds are a little young for this stuff, but my son’s grandparents claim kids can get the hang of it very early. I wouldn’t know, since I grew up in a city, where it’s more common for a kid to have a cell phone than a rope to play with. So, I have to trust the judgement of the ranch owners.

  “How’s my boy doing?” Mason asks, as he comes out with a cup of coffee.

  “He’s . . . getting better?” I don’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it does. “He’s definitely not as good as you were on our wedding day.”

  Mason threw a lasso over me and pulled me to him after we said our vows. It made for an incredibly romantic kiss at the altar used in Holly’s wedding. We stood at the same spot three months after her ceremony.

  “How’s it going in here?” Mason sits in the chair next to mine and reaches over, rubbing my big, round belly. “Is our girl still full of energy?”

  I’m heavy with baby number two, and she’s a kicker.

  “Oh, yeah,” I say, nodding. “She just got me in the ribs. I think she’ll like soccer more than horse riding.”

  “I like horse riding!” Mason Junior pipes in. “But sometimes I feel bad for Sage when I’m on his back, mommy.”

  “You don’t need to feel bad for Sage,” Mason says. “Some animals—heck, even some people—like it when someone rides them.”

  Mason winks at me and I roll my eyes.

  He’s lucky he worshipped my body in the shower this morning, or I might have elbowed him in his ribs.

  “Then I want you to teach me how to ride Sage by myself, Daddy!”

  “We’ll do that real soon, baby,” Mason tells our son. “If it’s okay with mommy.”

  “I trust that you’ll teach him how to do it right,” I say, and I mean it.

  I trust my husband to teach our son all of the important things: like how to be a good man, and how to properly take care of his special someone someday. Mason has showed he has what it takes, by taking such good care of me, since our first night together. And I know he’ll take good care of me, and our children, until his last breath.