Wifed By The Mountain Man: A Modern Mail-Order Bride Romance by Frankie Love Read Free Book Online Page A

real feelings for another person. Hope takes all that I have, and it’s hard enough to find the strength to be her father. I can’t imagine carrying the burden of another person, too.
    Kissing Amelia, I resolve to enjoy her body, but nothing else. I resolve to take her in my arms, but not in my heart.
    And damn, I’ll be taking her in my bed too. Her legs wrap around me as I lift her ass up, wanting to get the tiny shorts off. Her arms wind around my neck, and our kissing leaves us panting and desperate for more. For everything.
    “Oh, girl, you are so damn sexy,” I moan, laying her on the bed, tugging those little shorts off, finding her pussy bare and ready. I can’t resist slipping my hand between her legs, letting her wet juice cover my fingers. I run my hand up and down the length of her glorious opening.
    She writhes beneath me, and her legs fall, spread apart, telling me she’s ready and willing. I lift her thin shirt over her head, running my hands over her naked body. I palm her tits, but they are so round and big, and for a moment I imagine her breasts full of milk, ready to give to a baby, and I have to shake my head to erase the erotic thought.
    And since when did tits full of milk make my cock stiff and ready? Maybe it’s just Amelia: her womanly figure, curvy hips genetically predisposed to bear a child. Maybe it’s her natural way with Hope at bedtime, the way she effortlessly took her from my arms and put her to bed. I don’t know, but everything about this woman underneath me gets my cock hard as rock.
    Hard and ready.
    “I need you now, Reed. Don’t make me wait.”
    “You don’t want me to touch you first?”
    “Not now. Now I just need your cock. It’s like....”
    “Like what?” I ask, my fingers caressing her pussy folds.
    “It sounds weird, but ... it’s like some animalistic instinct has kicked in. Like, all I can think about is having your cock in me, filling me with your hot come.”
    “Damn woman, you are trouble.”
    I drop my sweats, stepping out of them, and lean over her body, easing my cock toward her. She says she wants it now, and fast? I can do that. I can fill her with my cock and release my seed in her lush pussy.
    I enter her tightness, and she whimpers, grabbing my shoulders as I fill her.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “The pain will pass. And it’s worth it.”
    “Pleasure borne from pain?”
    “Exactly.”
    I thrust into her, and a slight break of light slips through the blackout curtains. Soft light crosses her face, and I see her eyes closed, mouth dropped in an O , as she receives me in her.
    “Oh, Reed, this is everything.”
    I lace my fingers through hers, raise her hands over her head. Our bodies pulse together as I rock in her, deeper and deeper, my cock taking her until she screams. She cries out as she comes, but clamps a hand over her mouth instinctively.
    “Fuck,” she moans. “I don’t want to wake your baby.”
    “We’re good, I got you,” I tell her, pressing my mouth against hers, blocking any cry as our tongues circle each other.
    She whimpers into my mouth as the orgasm crashes through her, and when she stops, I kiss her softly again, before shooting my come in her just the way she wanted.
    We fall asleep, sweat draped on us, arms holding each other, like we’ve slept this way a thousand times.
    But I know that isn’t the truth. The truth is, tomorrow is going to be a new day. A day where Amelia might leave me right where I started.
    Here, with Hope, alone.

Chapter Ten
    Amelia
    T he next morning , the blasted baby monitor is our alarm. Apparently Hope lets you know the moment she’s awake.
    “No,” I groan, sitting up in bed. Reed is already walking down the hall to grab Hope from the crib. I hear him greeting his daughter and, as I cover a yawn, I can’t help but think he’s pretty incredible with his kid.
    “Hey there, girl,” he says to her. “Let’s change you and get you a bottle, okay?” He talks her through