Claimed By The Mountain Man by Frankie Love

My nose picks up that we got back in time for breakfast, the smell of pancakes and coffee greeting us. “Mom, could you be a little less suggestive?” Red replies as we walk in and take a seat at the kitchen table.

“Fresh out of getting lost in the woods,” his wife says. “There they are,” the eldest Rough calls out as we walk into the cabin. Soon, with my legs aching a bit more now, we continue our journey homewards, having enough of one another for the moment to discourage further detours. Once again covered in sweat, we pull ourselves together and get dressed again. “Then I hope you’ll never get around to stopping and smelling the flowers.” “When I’m not so driven with desire to fuck you, Red.” “Really, I just thought you’d like to stop to smell the flowers.” He steals another tender kiss from me as he strokes my back. I fall forward on top of him, his arms wrapping around me. He just has everything for me, and I’ve got the feeling that he always would. And I soon feel that lust erupt within me, so much of it even after he came so much the last two times I made him explode in orgasm. He’s better at hiding it, but Red lusts after me every bit as much as I lust after him. My entire body tightens up, consumed by an inner fire, only to erupt in sudden release.Īnd as that heat soothes my entire being, he adds to it. I let my voice echo through the forest, and just let the orgasm claim me so suddenly. steamy as hell with a HEAT.I sing for him. Don't one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story. *WARNING: This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. Period.Ĭlearly I have no clue how to be a wife. Mostly because I'm marrying a stranger and also because I've never dated. I'm crossing my fingers he's everything I signed up for.īut I may be a little over my head. The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I'm not sure I know how to live with a woman.ĭid I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. In exchange, I'll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.īut d*mn, Everly's more than I bargained for and I don't think she has any idea what it means to be mine. I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm. 'I'm claiming you as mine, right here, right now.'

Claimed By The Mountain Man by Frankie Love