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  Olivia

  *

  “Put the gun down, Francesco,” my father says. My heart stopped once I heard the click of the gun. Now it’s started again, but it’s pounding hard as if I drank ten cups of coffee in a row.

  “I finished the job last night, sir. I went to the drop off point and then got attacked by two men. But Rebel saved my life. I was with him all night. I couldn’t face you after what had happened. I knew you’d be upset with me, saying it was my fault that I got attacked by those men.”

  “That’s ridiculous, Olivia.”

  “I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you where I was, father. But I knew you probably wouldn’t like the answer very much.”

  “You’re right. I don’t. But I’m willing to make a deal with your friend here. Let’s find out just how much you’re worth to him.” My father’s gaze moves from me to Rebel and then back again. “Tell me, Rebel. What are you willing to do for Olivia?”

  I am shaking and sobbing as Rebel squeezes my hand to remind me that he hasn’t left my side once.

  “What would you like, sir?”

  “He’s so polite, Olivia. I might end up liking him too much if I don’t kill him. Though he must be pretty damn stupid to risk his life for my disgrace of a daughter.”

  “She’s worth more to me than anything — even my own life. I just want her to be free of you. She’s suffered enough.”

  I let go of Rebel’s hand. “No, Daddy. This stops right now. I know what you’re going to do. You’re going to try and get something out of him. But I won’t let you. You forget how much I know about your business, and I won’t be afraid to explain the whole thing to the cops. I know you’d never have me physically hurt in any way, so I won’t hesitate.”

  “Ok. My daughter is suddenly tough. I like it. I raised you right after all. But I’m not letting your friend here off the hook. Give me something, Rebel. Make your best offer.”

  “I’ll give you a million dollars to leave us alone for the rest of our lives.”

  I gasp. My father’s mouth curves into a twisted smile. My Rebel has a million dollars? I would never have guessed…

  “Ok, mister lovebird. You have yourself a deal. I don’t know where an idiot like you is gonna get a million dollars, but sure. You have until sundown tomorrow. Now get out of here.”

  My mountain man surprises me yet again. “Just tell me where to have the money transferred to.”

  “Cash,” my father replies. “Always cash. I like to count it.”

  “Cash it is then,” Rebel replies. “But you’re going to apologize to your daughter first.”

  “What? Get out of here,” my father replies. “She’s my daughter. I’ll do whatever I want to her.”

  Rebel lets go of my hand and before anyone can stop him, he grabs my father by the shirt and pulls him across the desk. He holds him there as my father whimpers.

  “Do you want us to shoot him, boss?” One of my father’s thugs replies.

  “No, no. Don’t shoot him,” my father pleads. “I’ll apologize to Olivia!”

  Rebel releases my father who spends the next five minutes spewing out a terrible non-apology, but it’s fine by me. I wouldn’t expect him to be capable of a better one. Rebel and I walk out of my father’s house hand in hand. I don’t even know what to say to the man who just changed my life forever.

  We come back with a million in cash that Rebel had in a safe in his home…and there’s plenty more where that came from, apparently.

  “Where did you get all this money?” I ask him.

  “My aunt and uncle died and left it all to me. They had no kids of their own, and I was their last living family member. I’ve just been saving it for years. Never had a use for money on the mountain. But I think getting you away from your father forever is a damn good use for it.”

  “So, um, you told my dad that you loved me. After one night together where we didn’t even do that much! Are you sure?”

  “When I get sure about something, baby, I’m sure of it. I don’t waste time wondering what I should do. I just take decisive action and go after what I want. It’s always been a pretty successful way to live my life. Now, how about you and me just go out and get married tomorrow?”

  “I think that can be arranged,” I say as I stand on the tops of my toes and meet him for a kiss.

  Looks like my prayers have been answered at last…

  Epilogue — Olivia

  *

  I did it. I married a former mountain man. Now what?

  Now what is that he takes me back home after getting our marriage license, and instead of letting me walk to his apartment (though now it’s our apartment, right?) he picks me up and carries me to it.

  He doesn’t even set me down to open the door. When we get inside, he shoves his back into the door hard to slam it shut, and I giggle as I bounce in his arms. This is only the second day I’ve known him, and I’m already married to him. I used to think stuff like that was reserved for too many drinks and a trip to Las Vegas. But both of us are one hundred percent sober.

  He tosses me on the bed and waits for nothing. I watch him with admiration as he strips off the tight dark t-shirt he wore for our courthouse wedding (Hey, when you want to get married as bad as we did, there is no time to dwell on what you’re gonna wear. Sometimes you have to say no to the dress and just get married!)

  I am hyper aware of my heartbeat and breath as I wait for him to make the next move.

  Once he’s down to his underwear, the bulge is impossible to miss. But the underwear doesn’t stay on long either. Right there in front of me is Rebel. Stripped bare and ready to pounce. Which he does. He is on top of me, kissing my neck. His bed is sturdy, thank God. I twist about beneath him as he tugs gently at the skin of my neck. He moves up to my lips and kisses me deeply while letting his hand wander down to the button of my wedding jeans. He undoes it like an expert would. It seems to me there’s almost nothing my husband can’t do with ease.

  Rebel’s hand slides into my panties, and I thrust upwards to connect with him. Just the feel of his hand as he cups it over my pussy is enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.

  He pulls away from our kiss, and locks eyes with me. “I have been a very patient man since meeting you, Olivia. But my patience has run out. It’s a good thing you’re my wife now.”

  “Yes—yes—I’m your wife now,” I gasp out as he pushes his fingers into my soaking wet sex.

  He works them in and out slowly, before pulling his hand out of my panties and licking my juices from his fingers. A shudder goes through me as I watch him.

  “You taste so good, baby,” he says. “Do you feel how hard tasting you makes me? There’s nothing in this world that can turn me into a desperate man, except you. And right now that’s the point I’ve reached.”

  It’s strange having this effect on someone, but if he says it then it must be true. I don’t think Rebel would lie to me. It just doesn’t seem to be who he is.

  He moves down and pulls my jeans and panties off. Then he sits me up and removes my t-shirt and bra. I sit there naked before him and shiver. It’s not cold in the room, but my body can’t stop quivering in anticipation. A thousand things are going through my mind at the moment. But I manage to gently nudge all the more self-conscious ones away. He wants me, and I want him, and that’s all that matters. There’s no room left for doubt.

  He whistles appreciatively as he looks my body over. He steadies me with a hand behind my back and lets it wander down my back.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “So damn beautiful.”

  He guides me to lie down and climbs on top of me once more. But this time he positions himself against my pussy and brings my legs up and around his waist. I hold on to him tightly and clench my teeth as I prepare. I’m not sure I can prepare, but I try anyway. My world is about to change yet again today, and I know it.

  He slides an arm underneath me, and my body rises to meet his for a moment. He holds me like this as he
pushes gently inside of me. But though he’s gentle, I can’t hold back my scream as pain and pleasure tear through me at once. He is so big and sinking deeper every second. He groans and twists inside of me. I scream as he bottoms out inside of me. He holds me there to give me the time I need to get used to it. His soft slow strokes as he looks down at me lovingly fill me with a sense of warmth I’ve never known.

  “It’s okay, baby. I got you,” he whispers. And then he adds: “Damn, you feel good.”

  My eyes roll back, and I arch my back off the bed as he continues. He gets a little faster with each thrust. My pussy has a tight grip on him, and the intense look of concentration and pleasure on his face makes me think he’s trying very hard to hold it in.

  I scream again as he hits his stride, and our bodies begin to slap firmly against each other. I clench my pussy around him, and he slows down just a bit. But then he’s soon right back into that driving rhythm that I’m pretty sure is going to set me off.

  He holds me to his body, and I sob tears of joy into his hard muscles. This is the best I have ever felt, so I just can’t help it. Faster and faster still he goes, until he’s on top of me and pressing so deep inside of me. It feels like we become one as we both cling to each other and our movements sync up in perfect harmony.

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he groans. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m right there on the edge, and one more —-

  Damn. I quake in his arms, and he maintains a tight grip on me. Warmth floods my body. I cry harder against him as endless bliss washes over me. This is perfect union, and perfect desire.

  And just as I’m thinking about how perfect it is, he erupts inside of me and fills me with his seed.

  Rebel doesn’t pull out right away. He kisses my forehead and continues to make slow thrusts. My sensitivity is heightened now, and though each thrust is gentle it sends shockwaves of pleasure to my nerves.

  Yeah, I’m going to love this with him.

  “I think I’m gonna addicted to this, now that I’ve found the right guy and all. I’m glad you were my first.”

  Rebel kisses me again, “I’m not just your first. I’m your forever only.”

  “I don’t know how all of this happened so fast, but I’m pretty sure I love you,” I say.

  “I love you too, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.

  Epilogue - Rebel

  *

  “So, you built this cabin yourself, huh?” Olivia asks as she looks around my Idaho mountain cabin. It’s only got five rooms, but she seems genuinely impressed with it as she runs her hands across every log. We’ve come here for our honeymoon, and only just arrived.

  I move in behind her and wrap my arms around her. We sway together for a minute, and then I lay my hand on my wife’s belly. We’ve only been married for a month, but we’re pregnant already.

  “How’s the baby?” I ask.

  “I don’t know! I mean, I’m only a few weeks pregnant. I’m pretty sure I can’t tell yet. They’re in there though.”

  “Yes, they are. And as soon as they’re born, we’ll get right to work on number two.”

  “Number two?” She asks. Her voice rises an octave.

  “Yes, number two. You didn’t think I was going to let you quit after one, did you?”

  “Well, no, but I thought I might get a little break!”

  “Ok, we’ll take a break, but I really think we should have as many as we can. I want to start a whole mountain village with you.”

  She laughs. “So, a bunch of kids and we’re all gonna live on this mountain. Ok. Got it. Strangely enough, all that sounds very appealing. But only because I’ll be with you and our babies. With any other man or mountain man, there would be no deal.”

  “I love you, beautiful,” I say as I hike up her dress and dive my hand into her panties.

  “I love you too. Now please take me to try out the bed. We’ve been traveling all day and I need you inside of me now.”

  “You’ve gotten so demanding, and I love it,” I say as I yank her panties down. “I’m a very happy man.”

  “You should be!” My wife says as my fingers get to work.

  THE END

  Saving His Curvy Mountain Bride

  Jessa

  *

  I pull over to the side of the long and winding mountain road. No one else is on this road today. Most people visit their cabins in the summer, but not me. It’s the middle of November and I need a break. Thanksgiving is coming soon, and I have no family or friends left to spend it with. I’m too introverted to join one of those stranger Thanksgiving parties, and even if I wasn’t, it would seem too weird to me, anyway.

  Twenty-two years-old and all I have left is the family cabin and a stack of books. I can only get away from work for three days. That’s gonna have to be good enough.

  But now as I get out of my car and stand over by the side of the road, I fall to my knees and let the tears come. This past year has been too much loss and stress for me.

  After some time passes and I get a good cry in, I steel myself to face the rest of my drive. It’s only a short way to the cabin now and then I can get settled in. I should have some leftover firewood from last time I was here. I’ll get the fire going and then make some hot chocolate on the old wood-burning stove. I get back into my beat-up old Kia, and just as I start the car—a loud thud comes from behind. My heart jumps and I look behind me. There’s nothing there, but now my nerves are on edge.

  As I slowly inch the car forward, there’s another loud thud. I just shake it off and continue to drive. Maybe the noise was just an animal. And my being on edge already has just made every little sound startle me.

  I grip the steering wheel tight, and crawl along the mountain’s curves. The snow is still light on the ground, thank God.

  Just a little farther, Jessa. And then all the pain of the last year will be gone, right? Kyle was a dick anyway and you don’t need people like that in your life. You’ll find someone who is willing to accept you for who you are and that includes be willing to wait for you to be ready to take things further.

  This is what I tell myself, anyway. But it’s not just my shitty ex-boyfriend that’s weighing me down. It’s my mom’s death plus failing every one of my classes in what was supposed to be my last semester of community college. I just couldn’t think straight, and half the time I couldn’t get out of bed. It’s not my fault. I just have to keep telling myself that none of it is and I’ll be fine.

  But Kyle’s last words to me replay over and over again in my mind. “You are fat, ugly, and no one is ever going to want you, anyway,” is what he told me. He said it several times to make sure the point got across. I knew that none of it was true, but it still burrowed in deep into my soul. I’ve heard things like that my entire life, and I’ve had to work hard not to internalize them. But it still hurts.

  I finally pull up to the front of my small family cabin. This place is all I inherited when my mom died. It’s only two rooms and doesn’t even have electricity. My grandfather built it by hand a long time ago. It even has an outhouse…

  But it’s mine, and it’s peaceful here. I check my watch. It’s eight o’clock and as I turn the lights on my car off the darkness really takes hold of me. It’s so quiet though. It almost feels like the setup to a horror movie. I shake my uneasy feeling and take my watch off. I won’t be needing it, so I shove it in my glove compartment. I grab my small bag from the trunk and move to the cabin door. Just as I put my hand on it, the door swings out so fast that I get knocked down into the snow. I scream in terror as a tall thin man stands over me. He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. His hair is long and tied up in a man bun. He shoves the barrel of his shotgun into my stomach.

  “Who the hell are you?” He shouts.

  “This is—this is my—cabin,” I stutter.

  He pulls the gun away and kneels beside me.

  “Not anymore, it ain’t,” he says. “I found it and it’s mine now.”

  “My gr
andfather built it. Please, it’s all I have left.”

  I am shuddering in the snow and breathing hard with fear. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

  “My name is Jessa Riordan. This cabin was built by Elliot Riordan in the 40s. Please, sir. I can prove it.”

  He laughs. I know I should just give up and get back in my car. I’ve lost everything this year, so why not the last thing I had too? If I start driving now, I can make it to a hotel in a few hours, get some sleep, and drive back to the city in the morning. Then I can call the cops and see if they can help me. I don’t really know what to do. A mountain cabin isn’t something the police are likely to want to deal with. For all I know, they’ll tell me to forget it.

  The man shines a flashlight in my face and wraps a hand around my throat. I close my eyes and whimper. I’m not a strong girl. This man can do anything he wants to me and I won’t be able to stop him.

  “You’re not too bad looking,” he says. “I could use a girl like you around here. You can put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use between my legs.”

  Then I hear a loud growl from nearby. It honestly sounds like a bear. A gun goes off and the man jumps up.

  “What the fuck was that?” He screams.

  “You don’t belong here,” a deep and gravelly voice answers. Just hearing that voice seems to heat me up instantly. My shivering quiets down.

  “How would you know, old bastard?” the cabin thief replies.

  “This cabin belongs to the Riordan family, and they didn’t sell it to you or anyone else. Get away from the girl or I will shoot you.”

  I keep my eyes closed, because I’m too afraid to watch these two men fight. Who knows what’s going to happen?

  My attacker lets go of my throat. I take in a deep breath and then manage to scramble blindly onto my hands and knees. I just need to open my eyes. Then I can run to my car and drive off. I’ll deal with the cabin later, but right now survival is what matters most.

  “Go ahead and shoot me, old man,” my attacker replies. “I know you won’t do it, because you’re a pussy.” I hear him spit on the ground.