Page 2 of The Mountain Man's Secret Bride
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Bay
“Brooks, put Junie onthe phone,” I growl into the phone.
My younger brother, Brooks, finally asked out the cute little baker he’s had his eye on for a few months, with the help of our six-year-old niece Molly. Brooks and Junie wasted no time andgot married one month after they started dating. I’ve gotten to know Junie in the short time she’s been with my brother, and this little mail-order bride stunt is precisely the kind of thing she would do.
I wish my family would stop interfering in my love life. I’ve come to accept that no woman will want a scarred military vet like me. Even before I joined the military, I didn’t think a wife and family were in my future. Call it a gut feeling, but I was never attracted to any of the girls in town or any I met while I was in the military.
But now, after one look at my supposed fiancée, my dick is as hard as steel—so hard I can feel moisture dampening my jeans. I’ve never had such a visceral attraction to anyone. As much as I want to open that door and claim that dark-haired, green-eyed, curvy beauty, I can’t. I won’t let whatever foolish idea she had to become my mail-order bride ruin her life. I won’t hold her to it either, since it was an agreement that I was unaware of, it’s not binding.
“Not until you tell me why you’re so angry at my wife.”
“Your wife sent a beautiful young woman to my cabin, claiming I ordered her through a mail-order bride company.”
“Damn, do they even still do stuff like that anymore? Isn’t that eighteen hundreds shit to order a bride?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” I run my fingers through my hair. “I wasn’t the one who ordered her.”
“But you think my sweet, loving bride ordered her for you?”
“Really, Brooks? You’re going to act like this doesn’t reek of Junie and her meddling? The last time Bale was here, he said he was hiding from all the single women Junie has been throwing his way.”
Our youngest brother might act like a ladies' man with his whole sexy firefighter attitude, but he’s just as much of a virgin as I am. We got drunk that night, and we shared our common secret. It felt good to tell someone who didn’t think less of me for my lack of experience.
“You’re probably right. But if you make Junie cry, I don’t care if you are my brother, I’ll rip your heart out.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” I glance out the window at the curvy goddess sitting on my porch swing, petting my dog.
If only my life were different.
“Hey, Bay, what’s up?” Junie says into the phone, now that Brooks seems satisfied with my answers, to let me talk to her, pulling my attention away from Jessa and Charlie.
“What’s up is, I have a young woman sitting on my porch swing claiming to be my mail-order bride I never asked for.”
“She’s here already?” The excitement in Junie’s voice is sweet but unwanted. I didn’t want this woman, and now I’m stuck breaking the news to her—or am I?
“She’s here, and since you ordered her, you can come up here and break the news to her that she was a mistake.”
If only I truly believed she was a mistake, I would feel better about this whole situation. But as it stands, I already want to imagine she’s mine and that she’s waiting for me to join her and Charlie on the swing. Fuck, why did Junie have to put these thoughts in my head? I was doing fine before Jessa showed up on my doorstep, her plump lips inches away from my cock.
Speaking of cocks, I squeeze mine, trying to will it to go down. But nothing helps as I replay the scenario of her on her knees pleasuring me over and over in my head.
“Bay, haven’t you checked the weather today?” As part of the search and rescue team, I check the weather at least once a day, if not more, but this little mail-order bride has me tied in knots. “A thunderstorm is moving in as we speak, and you know how bad the gravel roads get when it rains, especially yours since it’s so far up the mountain. None of us on the mountain will be going anywhere soon.”
Damn it, how did I miss that? Now what am I going to do with Jessa?
My mind flashes again to what I want to do to her, but I push those thoughts aside. “Fine. I’ll explain the mistake to her and she will be my guest until the weather clears and the roads dry out.”
“Bay, could you make sure to be nice about it. I’m not sure why someone like her would want to be a mail-order bride, but she must have a good reason.”
I glance back out the window at the gorgeous young woman who is expecting a whole, normal husband, which isn’t me.
If only.
I shut down those dangerous thoughts, “Of course I’ll be gentle with her.” Curse my filthy mind as a vision of me claiming Jessa gently pops into my head. “I mean, I’ll break the news to her gently.”
“Thanks, Bay. And for what it’s worth, I wish you would at least give Jessa a chance before you completely give up on the idea of being her husband.”
